Author's Note: I'll probably have this finished by the end of this month. But it's help keeping me calm right now, as I could use the fluff, love and comfort, so to say. And if you feel it's moving a bit slow, I promise it'll pick up. ;)

I Do Not Own Any of These Characters, they belong to their respected creators and Johnny.

Still dedicated to LadySparrowJack. ;)

I woke the next morning to the sound of pots and pans crashing in the kitchen. Yawning groggily, I slowly rolled out of bed, noting that Sands had left some time durning the night. With another yawn, I grabbed my robe and threw it on, before heading out of my room and down to the kitchen.

Fred was slamming through the kitchen cabinets, talk to himself, and by his tone, he sounded angry about something...

"Bloody fuckers...who do they think they are! Telling me to do it...they can damn well do it themselves!" He slammed another cabinet, rather hard. It rattled the glass pane, in the door.

"One of these days...just he wait..." He grumbled, opening another cabinet, then slammed this one shut.

"Uh...Fred...what are you doing?" I asked him, coming over to the counter beside him.

"Looking for something." He growled, pulling a door open, shifting it's contents around, then slamming it shut again.

"Yes, I can see that." I replied, watching him with a raised eyebrow. "But what are you looking for?"

He finally looked over at me, and grinned in a mischievous. "I'm not really allowed to tell you..." He said simply.

I narrowed my eyes. "You do realize, that I hate it when you do that..." I grumbled.

Fred grinned a little more, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Nothing to worry about it." He said cheerfuly, before heading for the door of the kitchen, which left me to stand there watching him go.

Shaking my head, I turned to the refrigerator and pulled it open, grabbing a coke. As I shut it, I heard some one else entering and looked over to see Dean saunter in. He paused, looked at me, then grinned. "Morning." He said, heading straight for the coffee pot. I glared at him as I opened my coke.

"Dean Corso, if you have anything to do, with what ever it is, Sheldon and Jack and possibly even Fred, are up to, I'll make you very miserable, the first chance I get in a story!" I stated.

He just shrugged with a smile. "I'm not invovled in anything..." He said simply, "I just know what they're up to." He added taking his cup of coffee and leaving.

"You are ALL going to drive me crazy!" I snapped after him. But I heard him laugh in the hall way, then reply,

"You know you love us, Ally!"

"I'm starting to regret that." I muttered, taking a drink.

"Regret what?" Jack had just swaggered in, and right to my side. He wrapped an arm around my waist.

I looked up at him with a slight hint of aggravation. "Why I chose all of you...when ever you guys are up to something, you never fill me in, until it's too late!" I pointed out.

But, as with the others, he just grinned, then tapped me on the nose, the way he always does. "It's nothin' for ya t' worry about at all." He said.

"Yeah...that just made me feel a whole lot better." I muttered.

"Have I ever given ye a reason, NOT t' trust me?" He asked with a pointed look.

"Do we want to get into that, here and now, Jack?" I asked with a pointed look myself.

He sighed and looked heavenward for a moment, before looking at me. "Pet, I PROMISE, it's nothing bad. Now just relax to day. We've got it all sorted out."

I sighed and shook my head. "I'm going to go find Sheldon, I need to write." I muttered, kissing Jack on the cheek and leaving the kitchen with my drink.

I must have wandered the halls for thirty minutes or so, just trying to locate Sands. I finally found him in a back room of the house shifting through papers, a cigarette resting between the fingers of his left hand.

I came up behind him and slid the cigarette from between his fingers, taking a drag. "What are you doing?" I asked curiously, looking over his shoulder at the papers.

"Work." He answered simply, as he took the cigarette back from me and pulled a long drag. I looked at the papers, profiles for villians mostly, other original characters, I'd never gotten around to using.

"Work for what?" I asked, looking over at him.

He gave me a half grin. "Just work, for work." he said simply.

"You love keeping me in the dark, don't you?" I sighed.

I felt his arm slide around my waist and he kissed my ear. "Not really, but I can't exactly tell you." He said softly.

I smiled wryly, shifting through the papers myself, before speaking. "Sheldon, what are you and Jack up to?" I asked him.

He gave me a side long glance with that devilish smile. "I told you last night, not to worry about it Baby Doll, that everything would turn out alright, you need to believe me." He said pointedly.

"It's hard to trust you sometimes, Sheldon." I replied, sitting down the papers in my hand.

He gave me a mock hurt look. "I mean it Sheldon, you and Jack and Dean and Fred and Mort and..." I was silenced by his finger on my lips as he leaned closer.

"Are all not about to do anything to hurt you, in anyway." He said, finishing my sentence.

"I was thinking more along the lines of double agent, pirate, con man, plan mischievous and down right psychotic at times." I muttered from behind his finger.

"But you still love us." He said. "And you know how we feel about you." He eyes sparkled. He leaned in and kissed me, deep but tender. I sighed behind the kiss. This man was something else...

"Anyway," He said, straightening up and taking another drag. "We're just making sure things turn out alright." He said simply with a calm look. "Now run along, baby, I got work to do." He nodded back to the papers and watched me leave. I guess I was just going to have to trust him and the other boys.

But it was still just morning, who knew that the rest of the day would bring chaos and comfort? I was in for it this time...