Alistaire stood on the deck of the lighthouse. He watched the small dot of the unmarked transport truck that was coming up the road.

He allowed himself a small smile.

Kurt slipped up and joined him. "Is that Braddock?" Kurt asked.

Alistaire nodded. "Yes. The other one." He laughed.

"We can't keep saying 'the other one' all the time." Kurt laughed.

"We'll put them in the same room." Alistaire figured. "Then we can just pretend they're the same person."

"How is Brian?" Kurt asked. "I saw he was up earlier."

Alistaire laughed. "I'd say he's strong. Too strong maybe. Stronger than he knows. He broke the bathroom door knob, his bed frame, and I'm not sure but…"

"What is it?" Kurt felt concerned.

"Well, I used the bathroom after him. And I think that in the process of urinating, he cut a line through the porcelain of the toilet."

Kurt burst out laughing. "Really?"

Alistaire huffed indignantly. "I couldn't make something like that up."

Kurt shook his head, a silly smile plastered on his face. "Some secret weapon."

"Hup!" Alistaire laughed. "Please don't…"

"No, seriously… if it could cut porcelain it should be able to give someone a concussion."

Alistaire spit a laugh and had to clench his eyes to stop. "Please…" He was turning red. "I'm trying to … be serious…"

"Oh, so am I!" Kurt laughed, sounding not at all serious. "Maybe we can keep him out here and use him for firing on aircraft or something."

Alistare dropped his head to the railing used it to hold himself up. "Please? No more…"

"He could fight forest fires!" Kurt told him, and Alistaire fell to the floor in tears.

Kurt smiled. "I'm sorry. I make jokes under stress."

Alistaire laughed a bit more. "I … laugh… when I'm… nervous." He finished finally.

"No wonder we get along so vhell." Kurt sighed, helping him up to his feet.

"Thank God you mean." Alistaire smiled.

"Ja. That too."

"How long now?" Alistaire asked.

"About ten minutes." Kurt shrugged. "But I'm sure we're safe now. All the bad guys are probably crowding around their TVs."

Alistaire nodded shyly. "It's a little embarrassing. Knowing that what we've said is about to be announced to the world."

Kurt smiled. "I know. After the interview I looked in the mirror and thought I did not just let them film me like this. But I did." He sighed. "And, I was kind of…"

"Honest." Alistaire supplied. "Me too."

Kurt took a deep breath. "We should get inside and try to get some good seats."

Alistaire smiled. "It is a mite crowded lately."

Kurt laughed. "I think I was lonely. The mansion was always crowded too."

Alistaire nodded. "It's like being in school on show and tell day. Every day."

"Something like that."

Brian walked up to the windows and smiled, motioning that they should come over.

"He's afraid to touch the glass." Kurt nodded towards him. "See, he isn't even thinking about touching the doors."

"Must be hard." Alistaire sighed as they began moving towards the doors much to Brian's relief. "Couldn't move for so long and now he's afraid of making even the smallest of gestures."

Kurt nodded but smiled. "He's in the best place he could be. Forge's robots will fix anything he breaks and Kitty and I can help him develop control over his powers."

Alistaire shook his head. "It's been a long week, hasn't it?"

"Busy too." Kurt shot him a lopsided grin and opened the door. "And next week, we start DOING our jobs."

"Lovely." Alistaire rolled his eyes and slipped inside.

"Click, declick, dewhilitz, click!"

Down at the base of the lighthouse the dragon raised his head, listening intently.

"Click, declick, dewhilitz, click!" Something insisted.

"Click, declick, dewhilitz, click?" The tiny dragon asked.

"Click." Came the reply.

And the little dragon bounded over to the edge of the rocks.

There, below him in the water was a small metal football shaped robot.

"Clickety click, click ping." The dragon said. Roughly translated it meant "Where did you learn to speak dragon?" And the little dragon wrung his hands in anticipation of the answer.

"From you in the future." The little robot replied in a series of clicks and whistles.

"Oh…" The dragon replied with a whistle. "That seems to happen a lot around here."

"You don't know the half of it." The little robot sighed. "And I've been blown up… again."

"Sounds awful." The dragon nodded. "Do you like steak?"

"Not so much, no." The robot chirped. "But, I would love a hand out of here. I have to save someone's life."

"Whose?" The dragon chirped.

"I can't remember. I've been collecting all my parts and trying to figure it out. But some of my memory's in backwards and I'm a little confused… Or I am a perfectly normal and healthy life saving anchovy flavored root tea of some kind with a terrible cosign error."

"Come again?" The little dragon asked.

"My memory… some of it's in backwards."

"Ahhh… You need a fixer." The dragon clicked. "We've got one."

"I know. But I'm stuck in the water." The little ball complained. "I've been trying to roll out for hours."

"Never fear! I am here!" The little dragon smiled, flexed his muscles, wiggled his eyebrows… and then ran off to get Kitty.

The little football spun quietly in place and pinged before whistling twice. Translated, again – roughly – it meant. "I do … hope … he's coming back."