Hello. I'm sorry. That's all I can say. I know I took so long but I've been very busy. Bella, they didn't have sex, Sky just admitted she's ready. Anyway I hope you enjoy and I'm sorry again. Here's a little disclaimer as my apology.

Victor: We should just call the Savant Net. This is something we can't do on our own.

Saul: I agree.

Xav, Zed, Sky and everyone else mutters agreements.

Me: I agree too!

Everyone turns to look at me.

Uriel: Who are you?

Me: I'm your creator, I created you.

Phee: No, you're not.

Crystal: You're right Phee.

Sky: Joss Stirling is our creator.

*me laughs nervously.

Me: Oh, ha ha… You know that, huh? *laughs nervously some more.

All: Yes.

Me: oh.

Diamond: So, are you going?

Zed: Wait a minute, who are you?

Me: Someone who is just going to slide slowly to the left and cry because I don't own yous, or the Finding Sky Series.

*Everyone blinks once and I slowly swift away.

So there you go, I don't own the Finding Sky series or any of the characters, well except Sky's friend Abi, and I'm definitely not Joss Stirling. Hope you enjoy and I'm sorry – again.

Chapter 11

I looked around the mall as we entered and I realized how much I missed the feel of British auras walking and doing countless shopping at the mall. Instantly memories flooded through my mind of all the times me and my friends went shopping to all different malls where if we could we'd buy at least five things in each shop.

We walked around for a bit until we all found a perfect boutique that we all seemed to like. Phee scanned the jeans rack while I looked through the tops on the rack behind her. I noticed that Phee favourite a pair of jeans and Karla noticed too. She demanded to see more sizes of the pants which caused me and Phee to giggle. Since no one in England says pants.

I decided to grab a bright turquoise blouse that I liked from the rack to keep Phee company. I put on the blouse and came out of the changing room look at the big mirror in the corridor and a few seconds after Phee came out as well, wearing the grey jeans she picked out. As I looked at myself at the mirror, I realized that I really liked the blouse.

"What do you think?" She asked as I was admiring my blouse.

"This was just an impulse, but I think I might get it."

"Go for it." She told me and I surveyed the grey jeans on her, they really suited her.

"They look great. You're really slim and they show your legs off."

"You know, I've never bought a pair before." I started to unbutton the blouse.

"Never had grey jeans? They are so useful – go with almost anything. I've some back home."

"No, I mean, never bought anything from a shop." I stopped what I was doing and looked at her, shock visibly written in my face.

"What, never?"

"When you don't have any of your own money and can freeze the staff so they don't notice you walking out, what else can you do?" She walked back into her changing room and I stood there shocked. "I could hardly go round naked." She said still inside her cubicle while I tried to process this new information into my head – Phee had to steal clothes or she would have to go around naked, she had to steal. I guess I should've expected that since she met Yves while she was trying to steal from him, but I just hadn't really thought about it.

"But…" I shook my head trying to get my thoughts together.

"Yeah, I know it isn't fair on all the other customers. Shoplifters like me are the dregs. Logically, I know that it's selfish, that everyone else pays, but it never feels like that. The rush is too addictive."

"I hope you never have to steal again. I'm sorry, Phee, but it sucks as a way of life." And I meant it. I couldn't imagine living that way, having to steal to have clothes, just the having to steal was enough to make me feel very fortunate for the way I lived, not that I didn't like the way I lived, in fact I loved and everything has turn so much brighter and colourful with Zed in my life.

"Yeah, but it's all I have."

"Had, you mean." I corrected her and smiled. "I don't think you'll need to worry about money after this." She came out of the cubicle with the grey jeans draped over her arm.

"Of course I'll worry about money. I've got nothing and I don't intend to live off the Benedicts." I stared at her. Didn't she know? I thought she would since Yves is her soulfinder.

She bent down to lace her trainers. "You don't know then?" I asked, I had to.

"Obviously not." She ran her hands through her hair.

"Yves is obscenely rich."

"You mean the Benedicts are?" she asked and I shook my head.

"No, just Yves."

"How come?" I re-hung my blouse in the rack.

"You've twigged that he's clever?"

"Yeah. Hard to miss." Was her reply.

"He invented this security app for the iPhone – came out of the work he was doing for the Net. The Apple people bought it – it's quirky and makes protecting information fun – so now he's got a big nest egg for college and he's become this kind of informal consultant for them. He wanted to share the money with the rest of the family, but they all told him to get lost. So it's his. He hates it. I tease him that he spends money like a dog shaking off water after a dip in a pond." I mimed a shudder to emphasise my point. "Brr, there goes a other hundred bucks!"

"Nice problem to have." She said and I smiled.

"I know. I expect he's relieved to have someone to share it with. Prepare to be showered in dollars. Hope it makes you feel less guilty about buying a pair of jeans on his tab."

"I'm going to pay him back. I'm not a… you know… gold digger or what-ever the term is." Karla suddenly burst into the changing room with a heap of clothes folded over her arm. I groaned internally. I knew exactly what that meant. Now there was no escape, now we were leaving this store with horrid clothes. Oh the joy.

"Darlings, I have something for you. I couldn't resist!" I turned to Phee and mouthed "Oh no" to her. We were screwed. "My Yves will buy you the jeans, but I will treat you each to a pretty dress." She pulled her hands to her chest. "I have never had – you are my girls." Phee's colours changed to embarrassment.

"Um… thanks." Phee muttered and Karla patted her cheek.

"After seven boys, you are doing me the favour. Put them on – put them on."

I smiled sweetly to Karla. "Why don't you wait outside while we change so we can surprise you with the full effect?" Karla looked doubtful but I knew how to get through her. "And perhaps you could find something for yourself." Karla's face instantly brightened up and I smiled triumph fully. She turned around and walked out of the changing room and into the store.

"Oh my word." I groaned as soon as Karla was out of view. "What's she chosen this time?" I looked through the clothing and held up a pink ruffled dress. "Yours or mine, do you think?" I burst out laughing.

"Who… What?" Phee started. "Do you think it's meant to be ironic?" I frowned.

"In this boutique? Yeah. Accessorized with Uggs it might work. But not on me. Kate Moss might get away with it but I'd look just sweet and about eight. Let me tell you, though, as far as Karla is concerned, there's nothing ironic about this. She wants every girl to dress like a Disney princess. I only usually go shopping with her when I have my mum along for protection. She's good at heading Karla off from her worst picks." Phee picked the blue version of the dress I had on my hand.

"So what do we do?" She asked. I thought about it. I entered the cubicle and started changing into the pink dress.

"Well, we can either offend someone who only wants to please us, or we can suck it up and suffer." We didn't have to be the only ones to suffer, I thought as I was thinking about my Zed.

"I'm good at that." Phee said. I gigged as I thought of my idea.

"Actually, Phee, I've just had a fabulous idea. Let's keep this and try them out on our boys – see how they react. It'll put them in a really tight spot – us in clothes selected by his mother. They are just gonna die trying not to offend anyone." I giggled again.

"Are you sure?" she asked while I zipped the back of her dress.

"Yeah, I'm sure." I reassured her. She had just done mine back when Karla came in clapping her hands to her mouth when she saw us.

"Oh my gosh, don't you both look pretty!"

"I will have to buy them – they are meant to be yours!" She waved her credit card in her hand. "What a shame they didn't have one in green for me. But then, it is a young girl style. I would've looked foolish."

Good lord.

Well, time for the plan. "Karla, Phee was just asking if we could keep them on, seeing how my trackies don't fit her anyway." Phee opened her mouth to protest but I elbowed her to stop her.

"Of course! Just give me the tabs and the new pants and I will pay for everything. We'll have to get you shoes to match the dresses before we go home." She was gone before we could say anything else. I began to fold my clothes.

"Thank goodness all my old friends live over in West London." I had already seen Abi and I was happy that it wasn't in this situation or I'd been very embarrassed.

"Isn't this a bit of an expensive joke?" I smiled.

"No. We were not going to get out of here without some questionable dress or other; this way we can have fun with it. Besides the Disney princess look really suits you." Phee threw my trackies at my head and I giggled.

When we neared the apartment I held Phee back and closed my eyes. "Just preparing the way." I explained as I opened my eyes. "I want to get Zed and Yves on their own."

Hey baby. I sent telepathically to Zed and I could almost feel him smiling but as he was about to reply I said. You and Yves, living room, now. Karla entered the kitchen and started torturing the Zed's brothers about our shopping trip. I chuckled internally. I could almost imagine the eye rolls from the older Benedicts.

Sky, why woul-

Living room, now!

Okay, okay, just a minute, baby.

I turned to Phee grinning and grabbing her wrist. "Play it serious. That makes it harder for them," I whispered as we entered the room.

"Hi darling. We've had such an awesome time shopping with your mother." I dropped Phee's hand to brush a kiss on Zed's jaw. My Zed.

You sounded like the queen then. Zed informed me and I grinned.

"What do you think?" I held out my hands and spun so that Zed could examine.

"Your mum insisted she bought them for us. It's my first dress." Phee said while smiling shyly at Yves and I grinned. She was learning fast.

Good one. I sent to her. Rub it in.

"I wasn't sure, but I thought it kind of suited me. With the right shoes and everything." She said while frowning. She was a natural!

She showed Yves her new blue pumps, smiling. "I wanted to look, you know, pretty." Yves gaped and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop me bursting out laughing.

"Um… Phee, I don't know what to say." Her smile fell.

"You… you think I look horrible in it?" Phee's voice took a squeak level and I had to bite the inside of my cheek again, while Yves put his hands on Phee's shoulder.

"No, you look great. You always look great, no matter what you're wearing." Zed laughed.

"Ouch. Wrong thing to say." Zed said.

"You mean that I don't look any different to normal than this?" Phee asked in an innocent voice with a puzzled frown on her face.

"Yes, I mean, no, this is lovely on you. Of course it is." Zed was cracking up and I laughed softly when Yves glared at Zed. Feeling a bit sorry for Yves I turned the attention to me.

"So, Zed, isn't this a killer outfit?"

"Certainly a killer, baby," he replied looking serious. Tough nut to crack.

"Good, because I've bought another five just like it." Zed picked me up and spun me round, and I let out a giggle.

"You horrible, teasing fairy. If you really have more of those fashion disasters in your bags, I'm gonna hang you on top of the family Christmas tree in December." And you'd fit perfectly. He added teasingly. He still hadn't put me down when I realised that he knew what we were up to and wrinkled my nose in response.

"You weren't fooled?" I asked and he kissed me.

"Not for a second. I know my mother. I know you. Phee, I will give the benefit of the doubt."

"What's going on?" Yves voice made us turn to him and he looked very confused.

"The girls are pulling your leg, bro. Get used to it."

Yves sighed with relief. "You mean this is a joke? Thank goodness for that." He bent his head close to Phee's. "You look like you should be on a biscuit tin with a parasol." Phee curtsied in response.

"Thank you, kind sir." Xav entered the room, took one look at us – us girls in Zed's and Yves' arms – and his expression troubled for a second and then smiled. I felt bad instantly. I knew how much Xav was suffering – how much all the brothers were suffering. Since I came into view, Xav and Yves tried their hardest to not being in the same room when me and Zed were all lovey dovey, of course sometimes we were all together without any trouble but I knew how much it pained them, especially since Zed is the youngest and was the first one to find his soulfinder. I've grown really close to both Xav and Yves and it pained me too to see Xav sad.

"You both look butt-ugly." He joked but I could see his colours and he was sad and hurt. "Sorry for interrupting." I pushed myself away from Zed.

"Xav, don't go because of us. We were just fooling around." I told him softly.

"That's fine. Carry on fooling." He exited the room and closed the door.

"Damn." I muttered and Zed stroked my arm.

"He'll be fine." Zed said reassuringly and then turned to Yves. "Yves, how's the Savant locator coming along? We've five brothers still to pair up."

"Working on it." He let go of Phee. "Almost got the programme written. Tell me you've got something else to wear?" Phee nodded.

"Yeah. Big right back." Phee left the room.

"Narrow escape, brother mine, narrow escape," Zed said to Yves and I giggled. Yves sat down at the sofa and Zed turned to me and smiled.

"Did you have fun?" I nodded.

"Hmm."

"That's good my little pumpkin." I raised an eyebrow.

"Pumpkin?" I asked incredulous.

"Yeah, I wanted to try it out."

"Try it out?" he chuckled and I felt myself smile at his laugh. I loved him so much.

"Yes, my little pumpkin." Good lord. Pumpkin, orange.

"Does that mean that I look orange?" I teased, pretending I was sad. "I don't even put foundation on because you don't let me."

"No! Of course not. What are yo… oh God…" I smile triumph fully when I saw him running his hands through his hair but he soon stopped when he saw the smile on my face.

"Sky…"

"Yes dear?" I smiled sweetly.

"Baby, were you teasing me?"

"Would you look at that? The little pumpkin nickname is gone." He just shook his head and pulled me towards him hugging me tightly. He leaned close as our breaths mixed together.

"Pumpkin." He whispered.

"Oh God dammit!" I muttered playfully. He grinned and kissed me. His hands hung on my waist and my arms trailed up to around his neck. We enjoyed the kiss for a while until Yves cleared his throat. We broke the kiss and Zed looked over his shoulder to look at Yves.

"Sorry, bro. Forgot you were in the room." Zed said and turned back me, and I hit him playfully on his arms.

"Be nice." He saluted at me causing me to giggle.

"Anything for you pumpkin." I took a deep breath.

"You're not going to let that go, are you?" he made a face like he was thinking hard.

"Probably not." He winked at me and I smiled. "Pumpkin," he started and I rolled my eyes. He definitely wasn't going to let it go for a while. "I love you so much, you're my World but please go and change clothes." Yves burst out laughing behind Zed and I leaned to the side to glare at Yves. When he looked at me I stuck out my tongue at him which caused Zed to laugh.

"I'll go, cutey pie."

"Cutey pie?" Zed groaned and I winked.

"I love you." I said as I exited the room. I wouldn't change my World for nothing.

Again I'm really sorry for only updating now… anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and the next chapter will be much better, and I don't want to update so late.

I'm sorry again and thank you very much for all the reviews, favourite and follows. I thank you for all putting up with me.