Kit and Robyn came downstairs sheepishly. Robbie was sitting in his chair watching them intently with his dark blue eyes. From what they could see there was no trace of anger or disappointment on his face. This made them slightly nervous as they didn't know what to expect. At Robbie's indication they sat down on the couch, Kit held Robyn's hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. When Robbie stood up they knew what was coming.
"I'm well within my rights to punish you two. To lecture you or yell at you but I'm not going to." Robbie stated calmly.
Robyn looked at Kit with slight surprise before looking back at her father, "You're not going to tell Sportacus are you?"
"No. I know that you two are experimenting and pushing the boundaries a little and I also know that I can trust you not to go all the way until you're married. Sportacus on the other hand feels differently, as you know from last week's lecture. What I'm asking you is to try to calm down a little and ease up on the throttle. Can I count on you to do this?"
Both lovers nodded. It was time to respect Sportacus' previous wish and play things down a little.
Robbie smiled when the two agreed, "Ok. I won't tell Sportacus about today but I will lay down a couple of rules. One, when we're out of the house you are too. No one's allowed back in until we're back. Two, you're allowed to kiss but leave the tongue wrestling stuff upstairs in your room. Old men like me and Sportacus find it kind of gross. Three, only one person permitted in the bathroom at any one time. Got it?"
Again both lovers nodded.
"Good. Kit start the dinner and Robyn go over Trixie's. She came over while you two were busy and it sounded kind of urgent."
Robyn stood up, "I take it she didn't say what it was about."
"No. She just asked me to send you over."
"Ok. We called Ché and Greta and they said they're coming over. They'll probably be here in about two and half hours."
Kit looked at the clock, "In time for dinner. I'll go and get started."
Before the lovers went to their tasks they kissed briefly. With the kiss done Robyn went over to Trixie's. The closer she got the more an unwelcome sensation washed over her. Something was going to happen and there were people watching to make sure it did. Incoherent images began to flash in her mind, trying to show her what was going to happen. As yet her ability hadn't grown enough for her to be able to read them properly. They just appeared to be a mish mash of shapes rather than complete pictures. Being able to see things before they happened was only good if the images were clear.
A sharp pain invaded Robyn's head when she walked past Trixie's car. It passed in a few seconds and she didn't know if she'd picked up her own trace or whether the car was the source of the images. Wearily she walked the rest of the way up the driveway to Trixie's house and knocked on the door.
"You horny little minx," Trixie said light heartedly when she opened the door and saw Robyn standing outside. "I heard about you and Kit in the bath together."
"You don't have to worry you know. The one eyed soldier didn't make an appearance."
"I haven't heard that one before," Trixie laughed. "Come in and tell me all about it."
Robyn did as she was told and followed Trixie into the kitchen, "You know full well you didn't ask me over here to talk about Kit's Willy."
"Yeah I know. If I don't ask you this now I never will. Do you remember when you were poisoned and when you got let out we went to the rough side of Greentown?"
"I do."
"You were talking to a man and I recognised him. It was Detective Miller wasn't it?"
Like a floodlight had been lit in a dark room the flashes in Robyn's head became one clear image and with only a few seconds to spare she threw herself and Trixie to the ground. Before Trixie could ask what was going on a loud thunder crack like sound ripped through the air and blew in the kitchen windows.
Sportacus ran into the house just seconds after the explosion. He called out for the girls and found them in the kitchen. Making sure they were ok he carried Trixie out and then Robyn. Both were thankfully unharmed but shaken. Hearing a shout he looked up and saw Doctor Cole running towards them closely followed by Kit, Michael and Stingy.
Before Kit could jump on Robyn and Stingy likewise on Trixie he checked both girls over. They were both fine but to help their nerves a little he told them to take a swig of whisky each from Michael's hip flask. Robyn took a swig first then Trixie.
"That's some strong stuff." Trixie croaked.
Michael smiled, "Home brewed. Single malt, there's nothing quite like it. What happened anyway?"
"I haven't the slightest idea. One minute I'm standing up the next I'm the floor and my car blows up. My insurance company are going to have a field day."
Kit looked at the car and the house, "You two were bloody lucky. If your car was any closer to the house the windows wouldn't have been the only thing to get blown in."
"Don't mention it. It's bad enough as it was." Robyn stated.
"And if it hadn't been for you everyone would be scraping us off the back wall by now. You saved my life. Thanks."
Robyn stood up and hugged Trixie, when the hug was over Trixie stepped back and looked at her car. It all seemed so surreal. One minute she'd been talking to Robyn about Kit and the upcoming wedding and the next, boom. She didn't know how her car had gone from being in one piece to being in several pieces but at least she had a good excuse to buy a new one.
Five minutes later Robyn asked Michael if she could speak to him alone about something. Michael agreed and followed Robyn to her garden. As far as the others new they were going to talk about plans for Doctor Cole's birthday but his and Robyn's conversation would run on a very different topic.
"I know what you are." Robyn whispered when she and Michael were safely ensconced in her garden.
"And what would that be Lassie?" Michael replied coldly.
"You're a Watcher,"
Michael didn't respond and Robyn's accusation hung in the air. If Robyn was wrong she'd receive retribution from the Judges. If she was right she and all her friends were in grave danger.