I don't own Home Alone

A/N #1: Hello CrimsonCommander688! Thank you for your review! All the characters in the film are delightful, but I must say that my most favorite has to be Marv. He's hilarious through the films!

A/N #2: The McCallisters, or just one of them in this chapter, was a suggestion by Sage of the Azure Phoenix. Thank you!

Enjoy!

The next day, it was the usual. A busy day with many people to serve and to clean up after. Marv was shocked that he hadn't gotten bored of this job. Perhaps it was the thought of keeping himself busy that he didn't have time to think about anything else. The whole place had turned into an assembly line. In the end, the most important thing was that he was doing his job and the customers, especially Tom, were happy.

"Wow," Amy breathed out as she bought a stack of plates towards him, helping him out with the lunch service, "it's been quite the marathon today."

"I don't know how you three do it," Marv said as he took the stack of plates from her arms.

"I've been telling Tom that we need more waitresses," Amy said to him as she threw a hand in the air, "but it's like talking to a brick wall. Anyways, I gotta hurry back out there before Tom is on my case."

She disappeared out of the kitchen and into the main room of the diner. Right over at the hostess stand, there were two customers who were waiting to be seated. The customers looked to be in their middle teens, one blond boy and a girl with long brown hair. "Good afternoon," Amy smiled as she walked over to the hostess bench, "just two?"

"Yes," the girl answered with a nod of her head.

Taking two menus in hand, Amy walked the two teens over to an empty booth and once they say down, she handed the menus over to them. "My name is Amy, and I will be your server today. Is there anything I can get you two to drink?"

The girl looked over at the other teen across from her. "Milkshake to share?" she asked him.

"Oh yeah," the boy answered, "I heard that this place has the best milkshakes." He looked over up at Amy and she noticed that something glazed over his eyes.

"What kind would you like?" Amy asked them. "May I suggest the strawberry one? It is the most popular."

The girl beamed over at the boy and nodded her head. "We'll have that one to share," she said.

"Coming right up," Amy smiled at them as she took note and headed over to the kitchen. "One strawberry milkshake. It's your specialty, Anne."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Anne mumbled as she began to get started on the drink.

Amy patiently waited for the drink and once it was bought up to the counter, she walked over to the table and set it between them. "And two straws to share," she said as she placed them on the table.

The girl's eyes scanned the sweet, pink drink as she and her friend stabbed the whipped cream with their straws and began to savor the drink.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" Amy asked them.

"A basket of fries to share," the boy spoke up, "that okay with you, Molly?"

The girl, Molly, nodded her head to him. "You know how much I love fries, Kevin."

Wait…Amy glanced over at the boy and how could she have missed it! Those blond hair, those big blue eyes. He had sure gotten taller from the last time that she remembered but he still had that childish look in him that she remembered seven years ago. "Kevin?" she found herself say out loud as both teenagers looked at her. Breaking out of her thoughts, Amy looked at him once more and smiled. "Kevin…you remember me?"

The teenage boy looked up at the woman. There was that glaze over his eyes again and before she knew it, he jumped out of his seat. "Amy!" he exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around her. "I thought it was you!"

Molly looked from the waitress and over to Kevin. "Did I miss something?" she asked.

Kevin broke away from Amy and looked at her. "Sorry," he chuckled, "Molly this is Amy, Amy this is Molly, my girlfriend. Amy is someone who helped me and sister when we were lost in New York."

Would you look at that. Seven years ago, he was just a determined little boy and now he was practically towering over her, and he had gotten himself a girlfriend.

"Small world," Molly responded with a small smile upon her lips, "I didn't know that you would still remember each other."

Amy and Kevin shared a secret smile. It was that turtledove that Kevin had given her over seven years ago for helping him and Becky from the Sticky Bandits. He was grateful that she had put herself at risk for them and for that, he was never going to forget her. A light chuckle escaped Amy as she smiled good-naturedly to the teen girl. "We go a long way," she said as she looked back at Kevin, "and how is your sister doing?"

"She's good," Kevin said, "she's finishing her senior year in college and will graduate in the spring. My family is here staying over at my uncle's for the holidays. The apartment that was under renovation."

There was that other secret smile that they shared. Some things were not meant to be shared with the world and that was all that there was to it. "I do hope both of you have been enjoying your holiday," Amy said, "I'll leave you two to enjoy your little date. Please let me know if you need anything."

Amy headed back into the kitchen and handed Anne the order of fries. "Again, with fries?" Anne complained as she looked at the tab, "we'd better alert the farmers before we go into a potato famine."

It was typical of Anne to joke around as she cooked. It made the place even more entertaining. After cleaning the last dish from the sink, Marv turned around and looked at Amy. "You're lookin' very happy over there," Marv pointed out.

What wasn't there to be happy about when someone from her past hadn't forgotten about her? She shrugged a shoulder as she looked at him. "It's the season." She took the basket of fries once Anne finished and placed the basket between Kevin and Molly.

"'Ey!" Anne snapped her fingers over at Marv, "enough staring after her. Help Natalie, some customers have already left."

Marv looked over at Anne and frowned. Don't make a scene he said to himself, trying to calm the nerves that were threatening to escape. He hated having to work with her in the kitchen. She was just so…bossy! "Did something happen to Tom?" Marv asked her, "cause it's sounding like you're owning the place."

Anne rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "Just go, Marv," she said.

"Only because I'm trying to be nice," he said as he swiped a towel from the table and wiped his hands from the water. He was glad to walk out of the kitchen and into the main room, where he could at least be away from that woman.

As if she sensed his distress, Amy walked over to him. "Everything alright?"

"No!" he answered her, "what the hell is up with Anne anyway? One day she's nice, the other she's…well I can't say it since we have customers around here."

"It's wise that you don't say it," Amy said. "I know that she can be a little difficult, but she means well. Don't let her attitude get to you."

"She doesn't know that I'm trying," Marv said to her as he began to collect the empty dishes on one table. Geeze, those customers were messy!

"Remember what I said?" Amy said to him.

"I know, I know," Marv responded, "I'm trying."

"Good," Amy said to him, "I need to tend to some other customers, but I will be right back to help you out." She scurried away from him and headed over to another booth that asked for a waitress to fill their glasses with some more soda.

Over at the booth where Kevin and Molly sat, the two enjoyed sharing the milkshake and basket of fries. "There's something you're not telling me," Molly said as she took a piece of French fry and held it in the air. "How was it that you and your sister got lost in New York out of all places?"

Great Kevin thought. The one question that he always dreaded. "Me and my sister just wanted to explore the city. It was a bit chaotic that we got lost from our parents, but that nice lady helped us out." It wasn't a complete lie, but there was no way that he was going to go into detail about meeting the bandits and running away from them. On the bright side, at least they were in jail, and he didn't have to worry about seeing them ever again.

Marv walked from table to table, collecting the dirty dishes. Once he passed by Molly's and Kevin's booth, he did a double take. He squinted over at the table. Were those four bricks that he got hit with, giving him symptoms again? Or was that the kid that had terrorized him and Harry? Giving a frown at the table, he headed into the kitchen and got started on cleaning the dishes. He hoped that he would be finish soon enough because he wanted to have a little chat with that, as Harry called him, 'bundle of misery.'

As time passed, most of the customers left but Molly and Kevin remained by the booth. It was sweet having to see two young teens, sharing that bond with one another. "I think we should head back to my uncle's," Kevin said to Molly as he looked down at his watch. "We don't want to be late for the Nutcracker Ballet."

"I can't wait for it," Molly said. "Give me second, I just gotta head to the bathroom." She got up from the booth and headed to the back of the restaurant.

Perfect! Marv thought as he looked through the kitchen window and saw the girl getting up from the booth. Once she was out of sight, Marv walked over to the booth and stood over to Kevin. "Thought you'd never see me again did you, little buddy?"

Kevin felt his muscle tense and his nerves kick in when he heard that familiar voice. He slowly moved his head to the side and looked up at see one of the bandits towering over him. If he was out of jail and back for revenge again, it was going to be a whole other repeat from seven years ago! Play it cool. He can't hurt you in a restaurant Kevin thought to himself. "You're out again?" he asked him.

"You bet I am," Marv answered him, "you'd think that I was going to waste my life away in jail?"

"In a way," Kevin said, "yes. I was hoping you would. Where's your other friend?" he asked, knowing that Harry was missing in the picture.

"Jail," Marv answered him, "and you better be glad that he is."

"Ooh I'm so scared," Kevin's voice dripped with sarcasm as he rolled his eyes at Marv, "so, you're out and he's still in there. That's weird considering that you both went to jail for the same thing."

Marv was not in the mood to go into deeper details as to why he was let out of jail earlier than Harry. "That's my business."

"I didn't ask," Kevin said to him. He looked at him up and down, taking in the busboy outfit that he wore. "And you're working?"

"Yeah," Marv said to him, "two weeks on the job."

"Good for you," Kevin said to him, though Marv didn't know whether it was sarcastic or not. "I'm surprised that you were able to keep a job that long."

You know what, kid? So am I Marv thought. "You don't have to be so sarcastic," Marv shot back at him. "It took me a long time to get myself better because of you."

"Me?" Kevin pointed to himself, "you and your friend were the ones who wanted to rob our house. We both got nightmares because of you two."

"Shh!" Marv exclaimed, hearing how loudly Kevin was getting. "You don't have to tell the whole world." He turned his head and saw the girl that was making her way towards the booth. He quickly got up from the booth and began to collect the dirty dishes, "wish I could say it was good to see you again, kid. Don't think that I haven't forgotten what you did to us."

"And don't think I have forgotten about you trying to rob us," Kevin shot back at him. With another roll of his eyes, he smiled when Molly made her way over. "Ready to go?" he asked her.

"Yeah," Molly said, "but who was he?" she asked as she looked back at Marv.

"He was just asking how the lunch service was," Kevin said to her, "just wanted to check in if we had a good time."

"Wow, excellent lunch service and care for the customers," Molly chuckled as Kevin took a hold of her hand. "We should come here more often."

Marv busied himself with the dishes once more. It was an infinite process, and he knew better than to complain. Geeze! He never thought that he was going to see that kid again! And how much he had changed through those years. It was like 1992 was back to haunt him, only with an older version of the kid. Crazy how quickly time flew by.

"I hope you didn't scare him," Amy's voice said, almost scaring him out of his skin.

Marv turned around and looked at her. "Scare who?" he asked her.

Amy folded her arms across her chest and gave Marv a knowing look. "Kevin," she said to him, "the little boy."

"That kid's not 'little,' Amy. He's a maniac," Marv disagreed with a shake of his head. "I got my forehead busted up when him and his sister threw those bricks at us."

Amy flinched at the memory of that. She had been present during those events at the apartment. A part of her was hoping that Harry would get the worst of the traps, but nothing had been more brutal than being hit with bricks.

He stopped scrubbing the dishes as he turned around and looked at her. "You have nothing to say about that?" he asked her, "oh yeah, you were there watching us get torn up."

"Don't push it," Amy glared at him, "they were just kids, and they were frightened."

"Frightened?" Marv asked her. "Frightened kids would go to the police or their parents, not build a haunted house where we could have gotten killed!"

He knew that it was years ago, but there was no way anyone in their right mind would get over it. With Amy's silence, it was enough to tell him that the actions from those two kids justified what he and Harry had to go through.

The only mature thing that Amy thought she could do was not argue. She could hear in his voice that he was unhappy from having to see Kevin again. She couldn't imagine placing herself in Marv's shoes, because she didn't have the same personality as he did. Taking a deep breath, she let her arms fall to the side and look at Marv one last time before deciding to head into the main dining room.

Upon hearing her receding footsteps, Marv let out a defeated sigh. He hadn't meant to argue or to have sounded so harsh towards her; but that was something that he couldn't easily forgive, even if he was trying to change himself.