((A/N: I felt like writing more and I have no idea where I'm going with any of this. So here ya go! A blurb of nothingness that's just getting the story moving and not really doin anything else. Hope you like! Please RnR!))

"Be good, baby," Raven said with a smile, "I'm gonna go to work. Don't let anybody into the house-"

"I know," Kristen replied as she pulled a bowl from the shelf.

"And make sure all the doors are locked-"

"I know," Kristen said happily, grabbing a box of Frosted Flakes from the cabinet.

"Don't answer the phone unless it's me. You can see on the caller ID-"

"I know," She poured the milk over the cereal in the bowl.

"Be sure to drink plenty of water. It's getting hotter outside, you could get dehydrated.-"

"I know," she pulled a spoon out of the drawer and dove it into the bowl of cereal.

"You going to be okay?"

"I'll be fine. It's not like I've never been home alone before," Kristen said with a giggle.

Raven kissed her forehead, "I know. But I can't help but worry. You're only five and you act like you're fifty."

"And you act like my mom." Kristen said, smiling.

"Only when I have to," Raven teased, ruffling her hair, "I gotta keep an eye on my little sister. You're all I have left."

"And you're all I have left. So come home from work." Kristen lectured mockingly.

"I know." Raven said, laughing with Kristen.

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Raven sat up and squinted at the bright light shining in through the ceiling. Haven't had that one in a while, she thought to herself as she stood. Not since I was happy. But she shook the idea out of her head. The last time she was happy was the last time she lived with John. She looked over at the place he had been sleeping. Empty. He must have left. She didn't expect him to stay. People like him didn't hang around for too long. She had learned that one the hard way.

"Good morning," John said happily, coming in through the front door.

Raven's head snapped around and she stared at him in shock. There he was, standing in her doorway, holding a couple of grocery bags and a fast food takeout bag. He was smiling; the sun's warmth had made his cheeks bright in the toasty morning air. His bright red hair was just as brilliant as ever, with the sun coming in from the roof, making it seem even brighter. His eyes were bright and happy, sparkling with a light she rarely saw in them.

Looking at this bright and cheery Australian, Raven couldn't help but smile back and reply, "Good morning."

"Sleep well?" he asked, walking in and closing the door with his foot.

"Unusually, yes," Raven replied truthfully. Truthful. Wow. She couldn't help but think to herself. Only with Saint John Allerdyce. "What about you?"

John shrugged, "As good as I always do."

"The floor didn't bother you?" She asked, uncharacteristically concerned.

He shook his head, "I've had worse." He headed into the kitchen, "I have breakfast for us. And some groceries. You didn't have any food, so I figured I'd go out and buy some for you."

"You didn't have to do that," Raven replied, following him into the kitchen.

John shrugged, "I wanted to."

"I don't cook," Raven admitted, pulling out some of the groceries and helping him put them away.

"I do," He replied, throwing a smile at her over his shoulder.

"You don't have to stay," Raven said quietly, pausing mid-step.

"I want to," John said, closing the cubbord he was at and turning to face her, "I figured… if you have nobody else here… and I have no where else to go… why shouldn't we live together for a while? We did it before."

"And before you had problems to solve," Raven replied, "And they never got solved. You shouldn't be planting yourself in one place if you have things you need to do."

John looked at Raven curiously. Last night's conversation came to his mind, "Don't you dare run away again," she whispered, her voice shaky, "I don't think I could stand to wait for you again." He didn't understand it. But he just laughed, "You're just as confusing as ever. If you want me to stay, just say it."

Raven shook her head, "I don't want you to stay if you have other places you'd rather be or other things you need to do."

"Doesn't matter." John said stubbornly, "I called you and you came to get me. You brought me here and offered me a bed and a home… not exactly a roof over my head… but whatever. You invited me into your house and I'll leave when I'm good and ready."

Raven realized the conversation was taking a turn for the worse. It could end up like the night before; her letting out all her emotions and telling him everything. She didn't want that. So the laughed carelessly, "Fine. You wanna stay. Then you stay. I'm not gonna say no to company that's willing to cook for me."

John smiled, "Good. 'Cuz I got your favorite." He placed the take out bag on the floor in the center room and took out the deep fried food. The two sat together, smiling and laughing, eating the fast drive through meal. But neither was really happy. John could tell Raven had put back that desolate mask she always wore. Raven could tell John had things he had to do and he would probably leave soon.