It had been a lazy day, one of very few over the last months and Virgil had made full use of it.

A morning flight around the Island. Lunch with his beautiful girlfriend that had included a little champagne for their anniversary.

Gordon's comment about it being the anniversary of 'The Day He Knocked Their Heads Together So They Would See Sense' was blatantly ignored except for the one self indulgence on Kay's part of pushing him into the pool.

Well, twice.

Okay, it was three times, but technically that was on Alan's prompting not hers.

But all out it was a lovely day and Virgil rounded it up by lazing beside the pool with his tablet, an art magazine and an overdose of carbs that had him pleasantly dopey.

Inevitably he fell asleep.

Which led to his current state.

Virgil was a heavy sleeper, even during the day, and his brothers were well known for taking advantage of it. Recently, that advantage had taken a serious nosedive due to his declared relationship with female death deliverer incarnate and her promise to decapitate any and all who interfered with her dopey boyfriend.

He had protested the 'dopey' label, but her expression tolerated no nonsense on his part either.

His girl was scary.

And he loved it.

So, his brothers gave Virgil much more respect when he was sleeping now than they ever did.

But every now and again…

Virgil woke to the sound of snuffling.

Snuffling?

Something touched his cheek. For a moment he thought it was Kay and turned towards her…only to get a mouthful of whiskers.

He spluttered, and something snorted. Fish breath crawled up his nose.

He opened his eyes only to find a wet snout an inch from his nose.

What the hell?

The two neurons that were functioning in his brain unanimously agreed that 'away' was a good idea and his body responded by throwing itself backwards.

Off the pool lounger.

And into the pool.

Cool water is a great brain defoggifier.

There was a moment of complete confusion. Blue. Wet. Bubbling.

And a seal.

There was a seal in the pool and it was laughing at him.

Those two neurons complained about the lack of oxygen delivery and his body orientated itself to shoot for the surface.

The damn seal was still laughing.

And as Virgil trod water, glaring, he realised it was too cute to kill.

The fact Gordon hadn't changed back was proof that he was fully aware of that fact.

Also, as a seal, he could swim damn fast and was slippery enough to keep out of reach as long as needed.

Virgil continued to glare, mentally cursing his brother.

But then…

Food.

There was always the lure of food.

He smiled to himself.

Time for a barbecue beside the pool.

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