Clark smiled as he stood watched the kids participate in various little games, when he became aware of several eyes watching him, he turned and realized over half of Chloe's cabin was staring at him, as well as several other girls from various cabins, including two counselors around his age.

"They think you're hot," laughed Chloe as she came over and sat down beside him. Clark shook his head.

"Scary if you ask me," Clark groaned. She chuckled and sighed and looked back at them, "if they stare any harder they're gonna burn a hole in the back of my damn head." Chloe laughed again.

"Well you are hot," Clark rolled his eyes.

"At least you try and hide it," he looked back at them then over at Chloe...and quickly decided there was only one thing he could do, reaching out he gently grabbed her face in his hands and capture her lips in a powerful kiss.

For a moment he was sure it was a mistake, then it continued to last and he felt his heart skip a beat. It was similar to the very first kiss they had ever shared, it was great. He pulled away and grinned.

"Sorry, I had to do something," she chuckled.

"I liked it," she stated gently. He nodded, then jumped when the whistle for the kids to return to their cabins sounded. It was pandemonium for a few moments, but soon all the students were headed to the front door.

"Hey Clark, what was that?" inquired Pete as he and their kids from the cabin headed towards the door. Clark turned and grinned at Chloe as they headed back to their cabin.

"What was what?"

"That kiss?" Pete said grinning. Clark shrugged.

"Nice...it was a way to get the girls to stop looking at me," stated Clark with a sly grin. They were walking through the cabin door when a pillow hit Clark dead in the face.

"GOT HIM!" Cried Chris with a giggle. Clark, still stunned grinned as the kids all jumped on the beds throwing pillows all over the room, Clark reached down and picked up the offending pillow, looking towards the source of the gleeful shout. It was Chris; he'd already rearmed himself with Clark's pillow, this time holding it, ready to swing to protect him-self. Daniel looked over from where he was hitting a couple of the kids with pillows and tossed Clark and Pete a pillow.

The room erupted in feathers, and giggles as the seven children and three counselors enjoyed the evening with their charges. Daniel looked for help, and noticed Pete had already been engaged by the enemy; having been cornered by several pillow swinging assailants. He was putting up a valiant defense, but it was obvious that it wasn't going to be enough. There were just too many of them.

Clark had noticed as well, and was rushing to Pete's aid, having armed himself with both his own pillow, and the one that had hit him on the way in the door. Two handedly swinging, it was obvious to Daniel that this wasn't his first pillow fight with youngsters. He was whacking the boys with exactly enough force to knock them back and not enough to hurt them, and the boys were loving it.

Kyle was the first to fall to Clark's prowess with a pillow. The boy fell under a flurry of blows that he was laughing too hard to truly defend against, and once the Clark had him down, it was a simple matter of sitting on him, pinning his body to the floor while swinging at the boys who'd come to rescue him, freeing Pete from enough assailants that he was able to gain a little more ground in his own defense.

Daniel had only enough time to glimpse this before he was attacked once more. Jeremy had taken advantage of his distraction and had come up close enough to swing. It was a good one, hitting Daniel right in the stomach. The older man doubled over, pretending that it had nailed him a lot harder than it actually had, and then swung back, hitting the boy's legs out from under him. Jeremy shrieked with laughter and Daniel took a cue from Clark and pinned him down while he fought off the attack from another boy who'd come to the rescue.

Finally, there had to be an truce called for. Clark's arms were tired, or so he claimed and Pete was still backed into the corner, but David had changed sides in the middle of the battle and was now fighting side by side with Pete instead of against him, using Pete's larger body to block several blows from their attackers. Daniel had been taken out and disarmed, but he'd managed to trap one boy under his bunk even though the others were desperately fighting to free him. All in all, it had been a quite satisfactory pillow fight from all sides. But it had to end.

Clark let Chris up, grinning down at the boy and giving him an affectionate hug as he pulled him to his feet. A hug that was returned with a smile. Pete relinquished his pillow to one of the boys, and then stood up as well, pulling David to his feet. Daniel was ransomed back to Clark and Pete for a candy bar, and the man grinned when Jeremy gave him back his pillow.

"All right, men," Daniel said, sitting on his bunk and waiting until he had their attention. "Get into your jammies and brush your teeth, we have to get to bed. Lights out in ten minutes."

"Do we have to go to bed yet?" Kyle asked, Clark chuckled; being at camp hadn't changed the small boy a bit.

"Yes," Clark said as he lifted his brother up into his arms and tickled him, Kyle giggled and squirmed in his brother's arms.

"Okay everyone, get changed, and maybe we'll even tell you a bedtime story," Daniel called. The seven boys all rushed to the large bathroom. Clark and Pete grinned.

"You boys aren't too bad at this," Daniel pointed slightly out of breath.

"Being the eldest I've gotten used to having young people around," chuckled Clark.

"And after knowing him for ten years I've gotten used to him having them around," laughed Pete.

"I know the feeling," Daniel grinned, "I was the eldest of seven, and it was great."

"Clark..." Chris suddenly came out of the bathroom, looking sad, his eyes welling with tears. Clark reached down and lifted his little brother up.

"What is it?"

"I miss mommy," Clark sighed, he knew Kyle was ready to be away from their mother, however, for all the brains Chris had he was his mother's baby boy. It was the one way Clark knew the boy was still just a little boy, as where Kyle didn't have the brains but was closer to his dad.

"I miss her too pal, but you'll see her soon, now mommy would want you to be a big boy and get some rest and have a great time," Chris nodded. They looked up at six, now tired looking little boys, came out of the bathroom. Daniel and Pete each helped them into their beds, Clark tucked in his two brothers and Will.

"All right boys, just try and get some sleep," Daniel called. He shut the lights off and headed to his bed.

"Goodnight Clark..." called Chris.

"Night Chris."

"Night Daniel..." replied Kyle.

"Night Kyle."

"Night Will..." there were a round of giggles as the goodnight conversation continued until everyone had said goodnight to everyone else.