A/N I'm back people! Sorry for taking so long but I had things I needed to do (like testing). Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed the first time 'round and I hope to get more this time. And for all of you who like Kira and Athrun causing havoc all over my next fic will be for you (I told someone I'd write up a fic when Kira and Athrun first met and then cause all kind of havoc for Patrick and Lenore). Oh and okay I did my math wrong to the one who told me what age Athrun went to Copernicus, it was 6 not 14, he was 14 when Patrick called him back eh……So er, he's 6 and can swing a base ball bat and has a large vocabulary, hmmm….very possible, sense he is a Coordinator and that is my defense!

A Long Summer Chapter 2

Cosmic Era Year 61, Aprilius City, Aprilius One, Zala Household

There was no havoc of any kind as the people of the PLANTs woke up from their slumber. With the exception of being grouchy for getting up they were in pretty good moods over all, but being grouchy was to be expected as they were only human, genetically enhanced maybe but still human.

One person however was in good spirits, not even grouchy, as he woke up and slunk down the stairs of his house. His young mind was whirling with ideas on how to make up for the previous night and had finally settled on a couple. One of which wouldn't impress his parents but the second however, that would win him some points and would hopefully end his mothers over protectiveness of him and allow him to stay home by himself. So it was with that in mind that he continued on his mission, just waiting for his parents to come down and congratulate him.

With a loud groan that would have startled anyone but his wife, Patrick Zala woke up. Well, partially at any rate as he had half opened his eyes and was currently staring at the white ceiling of his bedroom. The knot on the back of his head was a minor annoyance right now, especially considering some of the things he had pulled when building the PLANTs and as a kid. But that wasn't the issue right now as he laid there in bed looking up at the ceiling. When he finally got the strength of will to open his eyes fully he turned his head and groaned again. Time flies when your asleep and knocked out and just laying in bed with nothing to do. He thought riley as he rolled over in bed and looked at his wife. Where he looked like he had been a working man at some point with a rather defined face and close cropped dark colored hair, his wife was the opposite. Almost fragile looking with a slim face and long chocolate hair, she was the most beautiful sight he had seen, but that was his opinion and why he had married her and for her ever loving personality, however over protective she might be. He ran a hand through her hair before moving closer to her, resting his head on her arm.

"Lenore," He started, receiving a mumbled reply. "Lenore dear, its quarter of eight, time to get up." This just brought a mumbled answer of "Yes and?" Thinking on his next answer, Patrick replied with due care his son was still in the house after all. "Lenore, my sweet beautiful loving wife, do you still want a house?" This had her waking up rather quickly and turning her head towards him.

"You honestly don't think Athrun would try to cook at his age do you?" She asked sleepily, even Coordinators took time to wake up.

"Does the fact that both his parents tried to impress their parents with stupid stunts at his age count?" The other Zala countered sarcastically receiving a small laugh from his wife.

"That's true; I keep forgetting we grew up near one another for a few years." With that Patrick removed his head from her arm and rolled back into his side of the bed and got out. Before moving to put on his uniform jacket he straightened out the shirt he was wearing, as well as getting a wrinkle out of his pants.

"You never changed? No wonder we have little laundry," Lenore said, shaking out her hair as she sat on the edge of the bed, watching Patrick's every move.

"Well, tell Siegal that I need a vacation and I'll dirty up some more if it's such a problem," Patrick countered, turning to grin at his wife.

"Please, you two definetly need vacations, in fact the entire council needs a vacation. Then we could go back to Decembris one and stay there for a while and maybe even visit your parents," She said, getting up and finding some clean clothes.

"Well, I'll see you in the hall," Grabbing his uniform jacket and shoes the other Zala walked out of the bedroom, his feet welcoming the feel of the carpet underneath. Finding the chair that was used for putting on shoes in the hall, Patrick sat down and put them on before heading into the bathroom, turning on the light as he did so. Here he splashed some cold water on his face to wake him up and to wash his face before drying it and looking into the mirror. He didn't need to shave, and his hair wasn't in need of anything but a quick pass with a comb to have it back to its normal, orderly self. He then picked up his jacket from where he had placed it upon entering and put it on, straightening it out with the help of the mirror. By the time he was done, Lenore, who had used the master bath out of need for several products she had placed in there (and the fact that she had claimed it when they had gotten the house) had completed her morning routine as well and had already started down the stairs.

"I wonder where Athrun is?" She said receiving and odd look from Patrick.

"Probably in the living room making a mess," He answered her, rubbing his neck as he did so.

Upon reaching said room they were shocked to find it clean and empty of the younger Zala. This was a surprise as Athrun had something like a routine where he would watch some show or be working on a project of his on a Saturday. Looking over at her husband, Lenore got an idea of where the youngest of the family had disappered to.

"Lets see, er this goes here right?" A young sounding voice echoed from the kitchen, confirming their worse nightmares.

"Athrun Michael Zala, what do you think you are doing?" Lenore screeched as they entered the kitchen, or what had been the kitchen. Eggs had ended up on the floor, ceiling and cupboards by the inquisitive child, along with the faucet appearing to be broken and how it had happened, Patrick didn't know or care about.

"Mom, Dad what are you doing up?" The six year old turned to look at his parents, his face covered in what appered to be batter.

"It's almost eight Athrun, what are you doing?" Patrick asked more calmly, walking towards his son and trying to avoid patches of broken egg.

"I'm, making breakfast." The kid answered happily, grinning from ear to ear with that answer which just made Patrick laugh which soon died down from a look from his wife.

"You should have waited, there is no excuse for this! Now we'll have to find someone to clean up as your father has to go to work and you have to go with me to shop," Lenore said, calming down some but it wasn't hard to tell she was still angry.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to help," Athrun said, the smile gone now and his chin resting on his chest.

"We understand, but your not old enough yet to do things like this." Patrick said, resting a hand on Athrun's shoulder before turning to his wife.

Getting a look that seemed to understand something unspoken, Lenore turned and walked off to make a call leaving Patrick alone with Athrun. "Now, behave for your mother, I have to go now. But you might want to clean up your face, you're a mess. And just don't do this again alright?" He said, grinning at Athrun like only one who had done something similer could.

"Alright Dad, have fun!" Athrun said in a way that meant he understood that his father's job was anything but that.

Leaving the room with a laugh, Patrick walked out and picked up his suitcase before heading out of the house. He didn't want to stick around for his wife's lecture and work was the perfect place to get away from it. He spotted his ride and walked over, letting out a sigh of relief as the vehicle left without a problem once he was in.

ZAFT Head Quarters

"Patrick." An all too familiar voice said, causing Patrick to look up and grin.

"Siegal, how have you been?" The last part was said with something like sarcasm.

"Fine, just fine. At least I haven't been bashed in the head as of late," Just what Patrick needed, his sons exploits becoming public. When Siegal saw the look of embarrassment on his friends face he laughed, taking for a joke.

"No, seriously, come on Patrick. Can't you take a joke?" Clyne asked, taking a seat across from Patrick in the mans office.

"After last night? No, nor this morning come to think of it," Well it was Siegal, that would be his defense at home if asked what he told.

"Oh really? Let me guess, Lenore?" When Patrick nodded Siegal started to laugh. That was just a typical Clyne when it involved his wife, so Patrick sat idly by and let his friend laugh it out.

"Wait until I tell you about what happened, then you'll get a good laugh." Siegal got a control his laughing fit and settled back to get comftorble, this would be interesting.

So ends Chapter 2! Leave me a review please people, or I'll take forever to write the third!