Scott paced back and forth in his room, his hands behind his back and nervously turning his attention to the clock every few minutes. How am I supposed to deal with Dawn for the entire Summer without ripping my hair out, Scott thought to himself. Dinner was going to be in a few minutes, and since Dawn was getting used to the house she wanted to cook dinner tonight. Dawn being Dawn, it would probably be some vegetarian dinner with tofu and salad and other junk.

After several minutes, Scott collapsed on his bed and rubbed his Left arm. It was a souvenir of his Fang accident, which reminded him of his elimination, which told him about how he could of tried harder to win a better life for his family. He almost shed a tear.

Suddenly, he heard a soft knock on his door. Dawn cracked open the door and poked her head in. "Dinner's ready," she said. Scott groaned, stood up, and walked to the door. "What'd you cook?" he asked. "Sub Sandwiches," Dawn replied. She could tell Scott was surprised that she hadn't made tofu or something. "Should we walk to the dining room together?" she asked.

"Um, sure I guess," Scott said. Dawn grabbed his arm and dragged him to the dinner table. Timothy was eating a ham and cheese sandwich, his father was eating a sloppy joe, at Scott's seat was a roast beef sandwich, and at Dawn's was a sandwich with lettuce and tomato. Both of the teenagers took their seats and started eating.

"So Dawn, I should tell you about some of the allergies in this family," Mr. Grey said, "Timothy's allergic to bees, but Scott's not allergic to anything except a slight allergy to pollen." Dawn giggled a bit as Scott glared at his father. "Do you have any allergies?" Mr. Grey asked.

"Oh, I am allergic to peanuts, but your aura says that there are no peanut related foods in this house," Dawn said. Mr. Grey looked confused and turned to his son. "You get used to it," Scott said and took another bite out of his sandwich. It was actually one of the best sandwiches he'd ever had.

For the rest of dinner, Dawn talked to Scott's father while Timothy poked into the conversation at times, while Scott rolled his eyes and waited for dinner to be over.

"Ok Dawn, just for practice would you mind-"

"I wouldn't mind doing the dishes tonight at all," Dawn said smiling. She picked up her plate, but was interrupted my Timothy.

"Daddy, I thought it was Scott's turn to do the dishes?" Timothy asked. Scott face palmed.

"Oh yes, well Scott, you can do the dishes with Dawn," Mr. Grey said. Scott shot his father a glare, picked up his plate, and walked to the kitchen with Dawn.

Once everyone was done with dinner, Scott and Dawn started to do the dishes. Dawn washed and then Scott would dry the dishes.

"Timothy's so sweet and he's a beautiful little boy," Dawn said, handing one of the plates to Scott.

Scott grunted. "Yeah sure, maybe."

Dawn cleared her throat. "Except for the brown hair, I think he looks a lot like you." Scott blushed at her comment. "Your father and brother are both brunettes. Was your mother a red head?"

"Yeah, had my eyes too," Scott said, "she passed away about two years ago."

Dawn stared at him, thinking to herself if she should have ever brought up the subject. After a few minutes of silence, Dawn spoke. "I'm sorry."

Scott turned to her. "What?"

"That your mother passed away and that I brought up the subject. I should have known by your aura that you don't like talking about it," Dawn got on her tip toes and kissed Scott's cheek.

When Scott felt her lips touch his cheek, all his worries seemed to disappear for a few brief moments. What was he saying? This was the girl that would not SHUT UP on the island about the environment. He was NOT falling for her. Not now, not ever.

"I'll finish up the dishes," Dawn said, watching Scott walk out of the kitchen. Sometimes Dawn worried that she always said the wrong things at the wrong time.

After she finished up the dishes, Dawn made her way to Mr. Grey's room. She knocked on his bedroom door, to be greeted by Mr. Grey. She smiled.

"It's almost eight, does Timothy have a bedtime or anything I should know?" she asked. He smiled.

"Yes, would you mind putting him to bed for me?" he asked. Dawn nodded her head and walked down the hall to Timothy's bedroom. She peeked in to see Timothy in Buzz Lightyear pajamas. He was jumping on the bed playing with two transformers.

"Timothy dear? It's time to go to bed," Dawn said, making Timothy stop jumping.

"No!" Timothy protested, continuing to jump. Dawn crossed her arms.

"Well, why not?" Dawn asked.

Timothy paused. Whenever he refused to go to bed whenever Scott was in charge, it was 'Go to bed now, or else!'

"Cause I'm not tired," he said. Dawn smiled.

"Well, maybe we could make a deal?" she said.

"What kind of deal?" Timothy asked.

"If you brush your teeth and get ready for bed right now, I'll sing you a song until you drift off to sleep," Dawn offered. Timothy nodded, shook Dawn's hand, and ran to the bathroom.

Dawn smiled to herself and waited for Timothy to return. When he did, he jumped into the bed and Dawn pulled the blanket over his body.

Meanwhile, Scott pressed his ear to the side of Timothy's door, wondering what Dawn's methods in getting Timothy to sleep were.

After some time, he heard Dawn start singing. Not loudly, very softly. He guessed it was a lullaby, but it wasn't one he knew. Maybe something her mother used to sing to her.

Flower Gleam and Glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring Back what once was mine
Heal what has been hurt
Change the Fates' design
Save what has been lost
Bring back what once was mine
What once was mine

Scott thought to himself. I mean, Dawn was no singing star or anything, but she didn't have a terrible voice. Actually quite, soothing. Suddenly, the door opened and Scott slammed to the floor, landing on his left arm.

"Were you, Eavesdropping on me?" Dawn angrily asked, but quietly enough not to wake Timothy.

"No, I was just wondering how you got the little termite to sleep," Scott said, still on the ground, rubbing his sore arm.

"He's not a termite!" Dawn exclaimed, offering Scott her hand to help him up. "If anything, he's a delicate little beetle waiting to flutter his wings."

Scott rolled his eyes. "God, do you ever shut up about the environment?"

"No, no I don't," Dawn smirked. Scott growled. She smiled at her victory against Scott, and walked down the hall to her room. "Goodnight Scott."

He rolled his eyes again. "Goodnight." He walked down the hall to his room and fell flat on his bed. Man, Scott thought, that girl is a real piece of work.