~Silver-Rose-Writes~

I PMed you regarding your question :D

~Snowcrystal of Thunderclan~

I'm probably gonna write that one out completely because it's gonna be so cool! :D

"Don't move!" Leon yelled, pointing to his partner at his side, "move and she'll throw it!" He was breathing heavily, his bulletproof cargo jeans and tan colored t-shirt were dirty and dusty, being captured for years took a toll on your clothing.

The guards froze, staring at the black haired chemical engineer who had a medium sized glass jar in one hand, blue eyes glimmering dangerously, simmering with anger, her white lab coat streaked with dirt and other faintly glowing chemicals. "Move one finger and I'll blow up this entire compound," Cynthia growled angrily. She and Leon had been captured for that past seven years, torn away from their family and unable to see their kids grow up past their teenage years because of the people who captured them.

A guard came skidding around the corner and Cynthia shrugged, her blue eyes flashing with anger, "Suit yourselves." She vigorously shook the jar which glowed a light blue before she chucked it at a guard.

Leon pulled her by the wrist and broke through a window, pulling her to his body as they fell and the compound blew up in a giant fireball and shockwave.

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Caylee's icy blue eyes widened at the sight of a small faint pulsing point on the wide field radar, "Mom!" She ran over to her wheelchair-bound mother, "Cynthia and Leon are on the field! We have a faint signal!"

Cleo walked over to a rocking chair that was tucked in a corner of the room she was in before sitting down in it with her son, the infant tucked snuggly in her arms as she gazed out the window. The window's position couldn't be any more perfect, she could see Leroy's house from the window and often pointed it out to her young son, now every time she pointed at it he would giggle and babble something that she understood as his attempt to say, daddy. She looked down at the baby sleeping in her arms, he had dark hair, a dark brown nearly a black, but he had his father's sunset colored eyes, something that slowly developed from a bright amber like her own father's to the color of his father's eyes that always took her breath away. Cleo leaned her head back against the back of the rocking chair, gently rocking it while wistfully studying a picture sitting on the window sill, a picture of her and Leroy, the only couple like pictures she had.

The picture contained the two of them in just normal casual clothes, having spent the day at Leroy's hometown and met his guardians. In the picture she was wearing a light blue slightly worn denim jacket with the sleeves folded back to the elbows with a light red tank top beneath it paired with darker skinny jeans and dark gray converse with her hair up in a curly ponytail, her bangs tucked behind her left ear. Leroy had been wearing a blue and green plaid shirt folded back to the elbows with loose blue jeans and black tennis shoes, with his hair styled into the usual flat top with the top combed to the left. The picture itself was great, taken without them noticing it displayed the easy-going attitudes and atmosphere around them, Leroy's left arm was looped around Cleo's waist as he pressed a kiss to her temple, she had her eyes closed, leaning into his side, comfortable around him.

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"We found your parents!" Caylee squealed, doing some sort of a happy dance before squeezing three of her cousins one by one. "We found them!"

"What?" Lixa breathed, staring at her younger friend, looking dumbfounded. "W-what?"

"We found them!" Caylee repeated, looking more excited than they had ever seen her, "They caught a faint visual of their position!"

"Show me." Cleo emerged from a separate room, her six-month-old son held sleeping in her arms.

Caylee nodded and pulled out a small laptop, bringing up a short video and showing them, all four of the Bramble-Lawson kids' eyes widened as they watched the compound suddenly blow up in a massive blue fireball, a calling card of their mother's.

"No way," Flynx breathed before he threw his hands into the air and jumped around, "They're alive! Our parents are alive!"

"And they've still got their skills!" Lixa laughed, "they aren't broken!"

Miles grinned, "Finally after five years we found them!"

Cleo looked out of their flat window, her green eyes locking on the small town surrounded by a shimmering shield, 'I can finally go back! I can see Leroy again!' She and her siblings locked eyes, "let's go find our parents." Cleo said and other three broke into wide grins.

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"Cleo," Bree smiled at the young woman, "come with me."

Cleo did as she asked and followed the more experienced woman to a storage hanger. "Uh, Bree? This is just an abandoned hangar."

Bree flashed her a bright grin and flicked on a light switch, the hangar quickly lit up, revealing a pair of fighter jets specially customized to fit their pilot's styles. "This isn't just a hangar Cleo, this is your parents' hanger."

Cleo's green eyes widened with shock as she finally got to see her parents' unique fighters, designed by the woman in the wheelchair next to her. "Which one is which?"

"The blue one is Cynthia's, the fire like one is Leon's," Bree smiled, "the blue one is designed to hold a multitude of Cynthia's chemical compounds whether the compound was in the form of a bomb, a gas is released, or a spray of flammable liquid." She rolled over to the Jets, running one hand along the underside of the blue jet, "the fire colored jet is designed to be strong and bulky, able to plow through practically anything and hold more missiles, ammo, and bombs than most fighters."

Cleo followed Bree taking in the sight of the eagle fighters, her parents' squadron that consisted of the two fighters, a mechanic, a ground technician, and a medic. "They… They're magnificent. I can see why they're called the eagle squadron."

"Yeah, they are aren't they?" Bree smiled, "but I didn't take you here for these, I brought you here for a special part that only your mother's jet has used." She rolled over to a small pod-like structure. "Do you see the dip in the underside of Cynthia's plane and every plane since then?"

"Yeah, I always thought it was for aerodynamics."

Bree laughed, "Nah, it's for this." She took a controller from her lap and pressed a button, the small pod in front of them popped open with a small whoosh of air, signaling an airlock. The inside of the pod was cushioned and soft, designed to hold something small. "Cynthia asked me to design this and I think you can use it now."

"What is it?" Cleo asked, studying the strange pod.

"It's a baby pod." Bree smiled at Cleo's blanch and plain shock. "It's nearly impenetrable, the only way to break it is with Cynthia's chemical compound specially designed to break the airlock in case of emergency."

"Uh, is it safe?"

"Of course!" Bree looked offended, "It's padding is specially designed to nullify the g-forces so the baby isn't at all affected by the high altitudes, speeds, and air resistance. It connects to a special part of the plane that allows it to stay still while the plane spins or does barrel rolls and even if you go vertical, the pod will remain horizontal and keep the baby safe and secure."

"Are you sure it's safe?"

"Well you and all of your siblings were in it," Bree chirped cheerfully, "and nothing's wrong with you is there?"

"No, so it's safe then. Why're you showing this to me?"

Bree went serious, "the journey to fetch your parents is going to be more than an overnight trip, it'll take a few days and I assume you don't want my daughter to be watching Christopher for at least a week?"

"I see your point," Cleo said and took a deep breath, "I'll use the pod, thank you, Bree."

"No problem Cleo, just bring my friends back alright?"

"I will."

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

"Relations Eagle leader ready, other members, what's your status?"

"Relations Eagle Backup is ready," Miles confirmed from inside his bulky fighter, blue eyes gleaming with hope and determination

"Relations Eagle Bomber is ready," Flynx confirmed from inside his fighter, his multicolored eyes gleaming with determination to go get their parents.

"Relations Eagle Strike One has a few complications, give me a second," Cleo said through the radio from where she was standing next to her plane with Christopher in her arms in his own flight suit and helmet, a sight and had Cleo laughing for hours beforehand. "Bree, you're sure this is safe for him?"

"It's probably the safest place he could be Cleo." Bree told the nervous pilot, "I promise he'll be perfectly fine."

Christopher giggled and reached for his mother's face, giggling happily. Cleo looked torn for a moment before she carefully deposited her son into the pod and closed the lid.

"Once the pod is hooked up to your plane, one of the screens on your dash will give you an image of what's going on inside the pod, and it will have an audio connection to your plane, meaning you can talk to him through the radio and it'll sound like you're right next to him, sound good?" Bree informed her, lifting the pod and putting the heavy object on her wheelchair's lap before rolling toward Cleo's plane and setting it down below the dip in the center of the plane. "Caylee, initiate baby pod hook up."

"Roger mom!" A moment later, a robotic arm came down from Cleo's plane and Bree hooked it to the pod.

"Make sure to initiate cradle hook up, we want it hooked up to the special cradle, Caylee."

"It's hooked up!" Caylee responded a moment later and Cleo heard a notification come through her helmet.

"Cradle pod hook up is complete, proceed as normal, audio and video will be active in ten seconds."

"Thanks, Bree!" Cleo quickly jumped into her fighter and closed the cockpit, buckling in and starting up the jet while Bree got clear. A moment later she heard Christopher crying through her helmet that was connected audio wise to her plane. 'Time to see if the audio works.' She thought before speaking softly, "It's okay Chris," she soothed, "mama's here, mama's right here little one." To her surprise he quieted and looked at her through the screen, he giggled happily around the pacifier in his mouth doing some jumping and grabbing motions. Cleo was surprised, she could hear the babbling and giggling her son was making. "Relations Eagle Strike One is now ready with the extension of a cradle pod with Relations Eagle Junior tucked inside."

"No way!" Miles laughed, "Chris is coming with us?"
"Of course, he's my son and if we're going to get his father to join us on the journey, we'll need his help," Cleo replied firmly and Christopher giggled at his mother's voice.

Tell the world I'm coming home

Let the rain wash away

All the pain of yesterday

'How long until you come back Cleo?' Leroy wondered as he stared blankly out of his front window, he was just waiting for Cleo's plane to land in front of his house and when she would finally return to him.

"Leroy," His Grandmother called as she walked towards him, "someone wants to talk to you."

Leroy took the phone from him and spoke depressedly into the device, "Leroy Sheridan here."

"This is Cleo Bramble or the Relations Eagle squadron. For StarClan sakes Flynx! Shut up already! I'm trying to talk to Leroy and your jokes are dreadful!" Cleo's exasperated voice filtered through the device.

"Cleo?! Is it really you?" Leroy asked breathlessly.

"Yeah Leroy, It's me." Cleo replied in the same soft tone before her voice hardened and she snapped at her siblings again, "will the three of you shut up already? Shut up for I'll mute you guys!" she waited for a moment a spoke again, "thank StarClan!"

"I missed you so much!" Leroy weakly laughed, "why are you calling Cleo?"

"Well, I need your help and I have someone you might want to meet." Cleo replied and when she next spoke, her voice was warm and gentle, a voice he had heard her use around children, "Hey Chris, you wanna say hi to daddy?"

Leroy's sunset eyes widened as he heard the distinct and happy sound of a baby babbling. "No way, I… I'm a father?!"

"Yeah," Cleo replied, her voice back to normal, "you're a father to a six-month-old son named Christopher Lionel Sheridan who's twenty pounds and full of chatter."

"Do you want me to meet you somewhere?" Leroy asked, "and can I meet my son?"

"Of course you can, and look out the window."

Leroy did as she asked, "I don't see anything."

"Just give it a minute…" Cleo replied and he saw it.

A familiar gray and yellow fighter land and roll to a stop in front of his house, the wings collapsing inward to avoid hitting any of the houses.

Leroy dropped the phone, threw open the front door and ran to Cleo's jet, catching her as she jumped out. "You're here!" he breathed, looking at her, purposely holding her up and off the ground so she was "taller" than he was. Cleo's green eyes twinkled and Leroy realized that she didn't have her helmet on, her auburn hair fluttering in the weak wind.

"I'm here," Cleo smiled at him, "I'm really here with you."

Leroy smiled as well and promptly kissed her, relieved to finally have her in his arms once more.

It wasn't until Cleo received a whimper through her earpiece that they broke apart and looked at each other, bright green locking with warm sunset. "While I love this position because I'm finally taller than you," Cleo smiled, "I should really get Chris before he starts freaking out because I'm not on the screen."

"Right," Leroy replied and kissed her again anyway.

Cleo allowed it for a few moments before she used her arms and pushed herself away, "Seriously Leroy, he's going to start crying here in a second."

Leroy sighed and put her down, watching her as she disappeared under her jet while running one hand through his golden blonde hair. His slight irritation vanished when he saw Cleo reemerge with a slightly chubby baby held in her arms, the baby giggling and babbling at his mother.

"Leroy," Cleo introduced him to his son, "this is Christopher, but we all call him Chris."

Leroy gazed at the baby and noticed that he had his eyes and his mother's freckles. "He's perfect," he grinned, looking up at Cleo, "he's amazing Cleo."

"He knows you're his dad," Cleo smiled, "you can hold him if you want to."

"Please?" Leroy said and carefully took him in his arms, looking down at the baby with loving sunset eyes. "Hi Chris, do you know who I am?"

Chris babbled and squealed, reaching for his father's face. Cleo smiled, "he's saying daddy," she said, "that's the same noises he makes when I point to your house from my flat."

Leroy smiled and cuddled his son for a few moments before he looked up at Cleo, "So, what do you need my help with?"

"We found my parents and we need your help retrieving them."

I know my kingdom awaits

And they've forgiven my mistakes

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Tell the world I'm coming

"Well, this is going just peachy." Cynthia deadpanned as she and Leon trudged along through a thick forest.

"At Least we're free and you got the field trackers working." Leon smiled and hugged his wife, "they'll come Cyn," he said, knowing exactly what was bothering her, "They'll come for us, I promise."

"I sure hope so Leon," Cynthia sighed, looping her arms around her husband's waist and returning the embrace, burying her face in his neck, "I sure hope so."

Haha, here we go

"Count me in," Leroy confirmed, sunset eyes gleaming, "if you'll finally come live with me after and we can raise our son as a family then count me in."

Cleo's green eyes gleamed to love, "Thank you, Leroy, thank you so much!" She threw her arms around him and kissed him, being careful to not squish Chris between them.

I'm back where I belong (Oh, he's back)

"Relations Eagle squadron reporting the recovery of a squad member. Leader is ready, other members?"

"Relations Eagle Bomber is ready to make things flash."

"Relations Eagle Backup is ready to deploy."

"Relations Eagle Strike One is ready to strike the enemy and Relations Eagle Strike Junior is secure and on board."

"Relations Eagle Strike Two is ready to aid the striker."

"Welcome back to the squad Leroy," Lixa said, her voice warm.

"I'm glad to be back Lixa," Leroy replied contently, glad to be back in his fighter at Cleo's side.

"Yeah! Welcome back Leroy!" Flynx piped up, his voice enthusiastic.

"Thanks, Flynx, it's nice being up here again."

"Just don't start flirting with my twin halfway through the mission okay?" Miles teased.

"Miles!" Cleo exclaimed completely embarrassed.

"Of course not Miles," Leroy grinned, "there's no need to flirt when I'm not competing with anyone for her attention."

"Smart alec."

"Right back at ya Miles."

Yeah, I never felt so strong (Felt so strong)

I'm feelin' like there's nothing that I can't try (There ain't nothin' you can't try)

And if you with me put your hands high (Put your hands high)

"Let's go get our parents!"

"Totally!"

"Finally!"

"For once and for all!"

"If that's what you guys want then it's what I want too."

"Thanks, Leroy," Cleo smiled, looking out of her jet to look at him.

Leroy just smiled and winked at her before shooting forward and doing a maneuver that made Cleo laugh at the result, a heart made out of the white colored exhaust of his fighter.

If you ever lost a light before, yeah, this one's for you

For you, and you

"Hurry up Cyn! I can't hold them back for much longer!" Leon exclaimed as he fought the enemy ground troops guarding the closest city.

"I'm almost done!" Cynthia replied, extracting the last chemical compound she needed from a small leaf before squeezing the extract out into the tiny jar she had other chemicals in and shaking it. "done! Move Leon!"

Leon did as she asked, racing towards her as she threw the jar which shattered at the troops' feet, releasing noxious amounts of a potent knockout gas that left them all out for ages.

Cynthia and Leon took off, racing into the city, "We need to find something to change into, search your pockets, do you have any storage discs?"

Leon searched his pockets while they both paused, hiding behind a building while Cynthia emptied her pockets of storage discs that contained her chemical equipment in search of a clothing disc. "I found two!" Leon exclaimed and pulled out two discs from his pocket, "I have a clothing disc and a miscellaneous disguise kit."

"I have a clothing disc," Cynthia said as she turned around to face him, brandishing the tiny disc. "We'll have to share the disguise kit."

"Sound good… wait, where did you hide all of those discs? I was searched when I was captured, weren't you?" Leon asked in confusion, staring at the small pile of storage discs that his partner had.

Cynthia flashed a mischievous grin and raised her eyebrows, "I'm a woman, they didn't dare get to close to many areas."

Leon raised his eyebrows in surprise before he laughed, "you sneaky devil," he chuckled, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.

"Why thank you, now get changed you prat!" Cynthia accepted the compliment and playfully snapped at him as she shedded the dirty lab coat.

The dreams are for you (The dreams are for you)

I'll be home soon (I'll be home soon)

"Your parents are on the move, they're stationed in a city a few days journey," Caylee relayed through the radio, "my mom is going to try and get their gear to activate to give them a message that you're on your way. Once you locate them your parent's jets should be on route to their position."

"Thanks for the information Caylee," Lixa spoke, "we have a few more hours of daylight, we'll keep going for six more hours before we take a break for the night and sleep in the jets, Caylee, who's on ground control for the night?"

"I am!"

"Alright, make you alert us of any changes throughout the entire night, okay?"

"Roger Relations Eagle leader!"

"Six more hours, do you think you can handle that everyone?"

"Of course!" Flynx grinned, "Flying is fun!"

"I'll handle it easily," Miles replied easily, "this isn't that boring."

"Cleo?"

"I can handle it, what about you Leroy?"

"No sweat."

"Alright, then we'll go for six more hours." Lixa decided and the flight continued.

I hear "The Tears Of A Clown", uh, I hate that song

Cynthia and Leon were startled to hear Leon's squad watch flashing and playing the music to the most annoying song in the world. "Shut it off!" Cynthia hissed at him, she was in the middle of using a liquid contact to make her sapphire blue eyes an ocean color.

"Sorry!" Leon hissed and quickly shut off the sound, but it kept flashing. "Cyn," he narrowed his contact colored chocolate brown eyes, "it's morse code!"

"Huh?" Cynthia blinked a few times before she looked over at him, "What?" she asked when he nearly jumped a mile as she looked at him.
"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly, "I'm not used to the silver and blue in your eyes being covered by another color."

"I'm not used to the chocolate brown either," Cynthia shrugged, "I like the amber better, it's more unique."

Leon pulled her closer by the waist, studying her now ocean colored eyes, "I like the sapphire better too."

"What were you saying about morse code?" Cynthia asked, breaking the moment between them.

"My watch, it's flashing in Morse code," Leon replied, lifting his arm so they both could see the flashing watch."

"E… a… g… l… e…" Cynthia spelled out as they received the message. "Eagle?"

Leon's eyes lit up, "our kid's squadron is the Relations eagle squadron! They're coming for us!"

Cynthia grinned and briefly kissed him before continuing to use the random objects to disguise herself.

"Oh yes!" Leon grinned a moment later as he noticed the small sticky fake blonde mustache in the pile of objects, "I'm totally using this!"

"Using what? Oh StarClan no!" Cynthia blanched and attempted to snatch it from him, "no mustache!"

"Yes!" Leon grinned and turned around, walking backward and pinning her to the building wall while he put on the sticky mustache that matched his hair color. "It's awesome Cyn!" He grinned, letting her go and facing her with a cheeky grin, he knew how much she hated facial hair, it bothered her to no end. When they were younger and before any of their kids were born, Leon had tried having a mustache before, but Cynthia had blatantly refused to have him closer than two feet with the explanation that it tickled and she didn't like it when she was trying to have a moment with him when she wanted to laugh because it tickled her skin.

Cynthia looked at him, "it actually doesn't look that bad."

"What? Seriously?" Leon tried to look down at the mustache that adorned the skin above his upper lip.

"But there is no way in the world you are kissing me with that on," Cynthia said making a face while tucking her black hair into a baseball cap, giving her the appearance of someone much younger.

"Cyn!" Leon whined, drawing his partner close to him so their faces were a few inches apart. "It's not that bad!"

"Leon no!" Cynthia wrinkled her nose and pushed her husband back, struggling against him, she really didn't want to kiss him while he had the mustache on. "I am not kissing you with that thing on-!"

Leon cut her off and kissed her anyway.

Cynthia pushed him back a moment later and used her sleeve to rub her mouth, "Ew! Gross Leon! That's disgusting!"

I always feel like they talking to me when it comes on

Cleo settled comfortably in her plane with Chris on her lap, the only light source was the dimmed cockpit light designed for this purpose, sleeping in the cockpit. But she wasn't sleeping, she was cuddling Chris, brushing her fingers through his soft dark brown hair and watching him through soft emerald green eyes. She smiled when Chris looked up from his bottle at her, his innocent sunset colored eyes round and rather drowsy. You've had a tiring day my little man, she murmured silently as she gently straightened out his flight suit. You went on an all-day flight with me and you even met your father today.

Cleo's green eyes distanced slightly. I forgot how long ten months can be, it sure felt like it was longer. She idly brushed her fingers through Chris' soft hair her gaze directed toward the leather bracelet sitting on the dashboard. I missed Leroy a lot more than I expected, but if I had to choose when I missed him the most it was when Chris was born, she closed her eyes, nothing could've stopped what I felt like those twenty hours, I had been so tempted to call Leroy and beg him to come help me that I would've been it not for Miles. He had tried so hard to try and take my mind off of Leroy that day especially, somehow knowing that I needed Leroy there to meet our son when I did. She felt a pang of guilt that still bothered her, yet all I did was cry and yell at him, poor Miles… She was jolted from her thoughts at a light rapping noise on her cockpit windshield and looked up to see Leroy standing there and smiling at her some kind of container tucked under his arm. With a push of a button, the windshield went up and Leroy slipped into the cockpit into the spot next to Cleo, "Hey, Princess…"

Another day, another dawn (Another dawn)

"Wake up!" Miles rapped hard on the windshield, "We gotta get moving! We're wasting daylight!"
Cleo blurrily opened her eyes and lifted her head from Leroy's shoulder, looking at her twin through a drowsy and confused expression. Miles smiled at his sister, "come on sis! Catie locked down their position!"

Cleo grinned and shook Leroy, "come on Leroy!"

Another Keisha, nice to meet ya, get the math, I'm gone

What am I supposed to do when the club lights come on?

"Relations Eagle Squadron," Catie addressed the family, "I've got a lock on Cynthia's field tracker and have uploaded the coordinates to your jets!"

"Cynthia? What about Leon? What about our father's?" Lixa asked, highly confused from her position in her jet which was taking off into the air.

"I'm having issues with Leon's, he's on the move while Cynthia's been at the same spot since last night." Catie replied quietly, "something might be wrong with her."

"Then we have no time to waste," Lixa said quickly, "we need to get there by morning!"

It's easy to be Puff, but it's harder to be Sean

What if my son stares with a face like my own

And says he wants to be like me when he's grown? (Me when he's grown)

Haha, but I ain't finished growin'

Leon rushed down the street, heading toward where he had told Cynthia to stay, his partner wasn't doing well after being in a city after being locked away for years, her immune system wasn't strong enough to fight the sicknesses that the city held lurking in the shadows. Plus it was likely that Cynthia had been given a poison at the lab that wouldn't activate till after she left the lab. Last night she had started coughing and despite the medication, he had given her she was still getting worse, she had developed a fever, terrible chills, and was very stiff and sore, not wanting to move. But Leon had been running around town trying to find somewhere that he could work for the day and have a place for him and Cynthia to stay where they could eat, Cynthia could fight the poison and where they could wait for someone to find them.

Another night the inevitable prolongs

Cynthia groaned when Leon lifted her and started running back toward the place he had found where they could wait till help arrived for them.

"I know," Leon whispered to his partner, "I know you're in pain," he cradled her body closer to him, "they're coming," he glanced up at the sky, 'at least I hope they are.'

Another day, another dawn

"There's the city!" Cleo exclaimed as she spotted the city hidden under dense foliage, "we found it!"

"Don't rejoice just yet," Lixa said, her voice brisk and worried, "something's going on down there, and it doesn't look good."

"What do you mean?" Flynx asked before he was cut off by Catie who sounded panicked.

"Cynthia's tracker just went offline again!" Catie yelped, "and it's registering as damaged and destroyed!"

"I'm getting readings down in the city that leads to the possibility-"

"Get to the point!" The four siblings snapped in sync at Connor, their cousin.

"Leon and Cynthia could have been found," Connor replied quickly, "I think it's possible that the scientists-"

"Connor!"

"Fine! I think they're part of the thing that's going on down there!"

"Fire!" Miles exclaimed, "something's on fire down there!"

"We need to get down there!" Lixa yelled, slamming one fist down on her display, "now!"

"Cleo's already on her way down," Leroy told Lixa, he was looking at Cleo's plane which had the windshield up and Cleo herself was nowhere to be seen.

Just tell Keisha and Teresa I'll be better in the morn'

Leon smashed his fist against a guy's nose, frustrated at the stupid spies littered around the city. He felt panic rising in his chest, even more so as he rushed over to where Cynthia was lying on the ground currently unconscious with blood trickling out of the corner of her mouth. "Come on!" He glanced up again at the sky, "Where are you guys?!" He crouched down and lifted Cynthia up and over his shoulder, making sure he had one arm free to defend himself.

Another lie that I carry on

Cleo narrowed her eyes, the displays on her helmet meant nothing to her as she dove down toward the ground, cutting through the air like a bullet, having honed the technique over the past years. Nobody is going to hurt my parents anymore! Nobody!

I need to get back to the place I belong

"Catie! Get Leon's fighter over here!" Lixa barked as her display light up, alerting her of the presence of enemy fighters. "We're going to need it to get him up here and to fight some of these guys off! Miles, get down there and help Cleo! Flynx, Leroy, it's up to us to keep these fighters away from the city!"

"On it!" Miles said and his jet nose-dived in a controlled dive toward the ground, shimmering before it disappeared from view due to a cloaking device.

"We're soo close!" Flynx yelled and angrily pounded his fists against his display before he gripped his controls and shot toward the fighters, "get over here you cowards!" He roared with a Flynx like battle cry and shot toward the fighters.

"Nobody is hurting this family again," Leroy promised, his sunset eyes darkening as he followed Flynx's lead, "never!"

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

"Leon!" Leon spun around to see his daughter perform a near perfect split kick to two spies' heads before landing lightly on her feet and rushing over, "Dad!"

Leon's tired and bloodied face broke into a wide grin, "Cleo!" His daughter crashed into him with enough force that it almost knocked him off of his feet, "you guys came!" He hugged her tightly, "you've gotten so big!" He held her at arms length, looking at his now grown up youngest daughter. "I wish Cynthia could see you right now," he said with a gentle smile, "you look just like her."

"Where is she?" Cleo asked, looking around for her mother.

Leon's smile fell and he jogged toward a small shed where he disappeared inside and Cleo followed, her green eyes quickly adjusting to the dim lighting. "We were attacked…"

Tell the world I'm coming home

Let the rain wash away

"Cleo! Status Report!" Lixa barked to her sister as she barrel rolled and destroyed two fighters, "we need you and Leon up here!"

"Dad's okay," Cleo's voice was slightly choked and emotional.

Lixa's grip on her controls went slack, "what about mom?" She asked in a whisper.

"Mom's hurt and unconscious," Cleo said quietly, "she and dad were attacked last night and she's been poisoned. Twice."

Lixa's face drained of color, "no…"

"The scientists who kept them poisoned her with a poison that would activate when she left the prison thing, and then she was stabbed in the shoulder with a poison coated blade." Cleo murmured, "I-I'm on my way up, Dad wants to stay here with her, he's not sure if she's gonna make it…"

"Okay…" Lixa's voice withered and trailed off before she cleared her throat, "I'll have Dad's fighter land near his position. C-Can you give him your com?"

"Of course," Cleo replied before Leon's voice was heard over the fighters' coms

"Lixa?" her father's voice was exhausted, worn down, and defeated

"Daddy?" Lixa responded, her hazel eyes gleaming faintly with tears while her brothers fought the fighters around her, "how's mom?"

All the pain of yesterday

"I don't know darling," Leon responded softly, his voice was rather raspy, "I need her fighter to find out what's wrong and what the poison does."

I know my kingdom awaits

And they've forgiven my mistakes

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Tell the world I'm coming home

"I'm back in the air," Cleo told Lixa when she had settled into her jet and started to help them fight, "we gotta fight these guys off till dad comes back."

"With or without mom," Lixa said quietly, she sounded like the shy girl her parents had raised until their capture, her normal personality.

The boys didn't say anything, knowing that they couldn't help the girls feel better.

Except Leroy, who decided that he would try. "Cleo," he said through a personal communication and stopped abruptly as Cleo burst into tears, the strong and independent front crumbling at the thought of losing her mother. "Princess," Leroy soothed, trying to comfort her, he could hear Chris beginning to cry as well, hearing his mother's emotional state and mirroring it. "Princess it's going to be okay, Cynthia's incredibly strong, something as simple as a poison can't get rid of her," he comforted as he watched leon's bulky red fighter shimmered into view on the ground. He turned to the public communication system, "Leon's fighter has landed on the ground."

"Ain't No Stopping Us Now", I love that song

Cleo buried her face in her hands and continued to cry, I thought we could save them! We were a few minutes too late! I'm going to lose my mom!

Whenever it comes on it makes me feel strong

"Leon's fighter is taking off," Flynx said numbly, his hyperactive tendencies had disappeared completely when Cleo had given the news.

I thought I told y'all that we won't stop

'Til we back cruising through Harlem, Viso blocks

It's what made me, saved me, drove me crazy

Drove me away then embraced me, forgave me

For all of my shortcomings, welcome to my homecoming

Leon's fighter spun expertly in the air, easily demolishing fighters. With twenty years of flying and thirty of fighting under his belt Leon was just short of being a legend in their group.

The five watched the fighter, all of them feeling numb and broken, they hadn't managed to save Cynthia...

Yeah, it's been a long time coming

"What are you two crying about?" Cynthia's voice was heard over the coms, raspy and barely audible, but there. "You know I thought you would be glad to see us, not crying that we're back in time to get your four back in line."

Yeah, and here I stand, a better man

"Ow!" Flynx had hit his head on his windshield. "Mom!"

"Thank StarClan-!" Miles grinned.

"You're alive!" Lixa gasped, staring at her display which flickered before she could see Leon and Cynthia inside Leon's fighter. Cynthia was sitting in Leon's lap with a helmet on, her blue eyes glazed from a high fever and sweat dampened her black hair and forehead, but she was awake and conscious.

Leon grinned, " she's awake and very much alive." Cynthia pinched him and Leon yelped before looking at her like a wounded puppy, "ow! What was that for?" Cynthia smirked and pinched him again, this time making him jolt. "Ow! Crazy woman!" He complained, "this is what I get for hauling your sorry butt out of a fire? Ow! Cut it out!" He grasped her wrist with a pout, amber eyes twinkling slightly.

"That is what you get for not alerting them before we took off!" Cynthia responded in a raspy voice, "you had them thinking a poison killed me off!

Thank you all, thank you all

"Thank the Stars," Lixa smiled brightly, "we missed you two so much!"

"Well I'd hope so," Leon said with pretend arrogance, "we are your loving parents."

"Okay, hush you," Cynthia mumbled and pinched him again.

Leon jolted and looked at her, "ow! Cynthia that's not funny!"

The ghost of a smirk spread over Cynthia's face and she pinched him again for the fun of it.

"Ow! I'm sensitive there!" Leon whined, "I've been beaten up fighting for our lives!"

Cynthia gave a hoarse snort of laughter, "What, was any of your opponents a girl then?"

Leon grumbled and rolled his eyes, "jeez, I'm not sure if I missed this part of you."

Cynthia laughed and their kids all grinned, glad to see their parents all goofy and rather normal.

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Tell the world I'm coming home

Let the rain wash away (Let it wash away)

All the pain of yesterday

"Cynthia! Leon!" Bree's smile threatened to break the technological genius' cheeks. "It's been soo long!" She yanked Leon down into a hug before pulling back and pulling a face, "Leon, you do not need facial hair," she told with with a giggle, "you look super odd with it!"

Leon rolled his eyes and goofily stroked his very scraggly and short dirty blonde beard, "eh, I like it."

"Well you're not keeping it," Cynthia rasped from where she was sitting on an examination table with an IV that was giving her the antidote to the poison. "I hate it. It tickles."

Leon grinned, "well I think it's awesome."

"Dad," Cleo sighed, she and her brothers were standing near the wall, "you look better clean shaven."

Leon looked over at his youngest daughter, "what do you mean?" He said in a slightly hurt tone, "Leroy's got hair on his face and you still like him," he whined childishly.

Cleo didn't bother glancing over at Leroy, "he's been gone for half a year and we've been looking for you."

"I'm shaving tomorrow morning," Leroy told Cleo's father simply, "haven't had time with all the chaos."

Leon pouted and looked at Cynthia with amber puppy eyes, "please!"

"No," Cynthia replied swiftly in a raspy tone, "it tickles my skin so no."

Leon's pout deepened, "Cynthia!" He whined, "I like it!" He went over to her and playfully rubbed his cheek against hers, which caused the weak fighter to sneeze and nearly topple off the examination table.

"Leon!" Cynthia rasped and swatted him upside the head before pushing on his face, "go away, you're not getting near me till you shave."

Leon pouted but then he noticed something and turned to look at Bree, "wait, where's Jay?"

Bree's smile faultered and her expression turned grim. "He's not here," she said softly, hurt and faint annoyance gleaming in her amber eyes, "Jay hasn't been here since after you guys left."

I know my kingdom awaits (Ain't no place like home)

And they've forgiven my mistakes

I'm coming home (Whoo!) I'm coming home

Tell the world I'm coming home

Jay's screen flickered to life and he saw that Bree was sitting there in front of her screen, patiently waiting for him to call like he usually did. "Hey," he said, his voice still gruff and curt.

Bree's amber eyes were withdrawn, she was hiding everything she was feeling. "Hey," she greeted him, she looked tired, more tired than she usually did. "How's it going?"

"You mean besides the fact that I've been undercover for what, seven years now?" Jay grunted angrily, "I'm fine." He saw the flicker of hurt and a little jealousy in Bree eyes as he mentioned the op that had taken him away from her and their daughter and threw him into a different life as a different person with a different family. However, Bree didn't comment on her own feelings, she never did unless he asked her to, otherwise she kept all of her feelings about the whole thing to herself. "What about you? I heard Leon and Cynthia have returned."

"I'm fine," Bree shrugged and her fingers flew over a keyboard out of view of the screen, "yeah, Cynthia's being treated for poison and both of them have a few weeks to themselves as they readjust and get their strength back."

It was quiet for a moment, neither of them saying anything that they wanted to say but couldn't risk saying from being spied on while Bree set up a powerful firewall and defense system that would allow them free speech.

Jay heard the telltale click of the security being inputted and spoke, his voice more relaxed than curt and gruff. "How's Catie?"

Bree shrugged, "she's okay, missing her father and exhausted from helping out the others. Holly's given her my job," She shifted her position slightly, "Holly says I'm getting depressed," she said quietly, "I've been a little more quiet lately."

Jay looked at her, his eyebrows furrowing in concern, "depressed? Holly's thinking you have depression?"

Bree looked at him, her amber eyes were tired and defeated, "yeah... I miss you," she murmured, tears gathering in her amber eyes, "do you know when you'll be coming home?"

Jay's blue eyes softened and he gazed softly at her, "I miss you too Firefly, but I don't know when they'll let me go home, we still haven't found the mole."

Bree swallowed hard and nodded, closing her eyes for a brief moment, "It's been seven years," she said brokenly and looked at him, propping her head up on her arm and looking at him, "I want my husband home with me and our daughter."

Jay's blue eyes glinted with a small amount of tears as his emotions got to be a little too much for him to handle, "I know, I wish I was there too, I miss you and Catie so much." His eyes softened more when Bree closed her eyes and ducked her head tears dripping down onto the desk she was in front of. "Bree…" he spoke softly, "don't cry…"

Bree gave a muffled sob, like she was struggling to keep from breaking down completely.

Jay looked pained, "Bree, it's okay…"

Bree pressed the heels of her palms against her eyes, trembling while trying her best to stop crying.

"Bree?" The door creaked open to reveal Finli, whose sister was the agent Jay was working alongside. Finli's green eyes softened and he hurried over and hugged Bree, pulling her into his arms and comforting the brunette while Jay watched, helpless and unable to do anything to help comfort his miserable wife.