Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Tamora Pierce The only thing I own is a stuffed penguin named Waddles, and he was a Christmas gift.

A/N: Beccause I missed last weekend I will be post chapters 7 and 8 tonight. The problem with my home computer should be fixed by next weekend or the weekend after for sure.

Thank you to my beta, pretty how town's, for correcting this chapter, with its many mistakes. You have become known to the kid in the library who reads everything I do over my shoulder as "My totally awesome, genius beta."

Mind speak is in Italiced text

Chapter 8

A red, although increasing gray, haired woman answered the door. "Can I help y…," she looked at Tris, as her mouth opened and closed. She was at a loss for words.

"Mother," Tris replied shortly.

"What are you doing here?" an angry male voice demanded.

Tris looked behind her mother at a very angry man whom she could still identify as her father, despite not seeing him in almost ten years. "Can we come in?" she asked.

Darra moved away form the door and let the four enter the home. The three foster siblings standing behind her watched the interaction between the three redheads in front of them. As Daja walked though the door Valden looked as if he had swallowed a bug. Daja sent a thought to the others.

"Uh oh, there's a Trader in his house."

Briar snorted, and then coughed to cover it. When Valden Chandler looked at him, he looked like the imaginary bug was squirming in his stomach. Tris looked around the house; it looked different than the last time she was here. Her parents almost looked the same as the last time she had seen them; Darra looked nervous, and upset. Valden, aside from his bug eating facial expression, looked very angry. Maybe he had swallowed a bee.

"What are you doing here Trisana? We said we never wanted to see you again," Valden finally broke the silence.

Tris look a deep breath. She didn't want to snap, and it wasn't as though she had expected a warm welcome. "Well Father," she started, "I was wondering how you were doing."

"Oh no, she getting angry. This could get bed." Briar didn't want to have this end too badly to soon. He looked at Daja.

"We need to calm her down." Daja know that Tris need to calm down.

"Tris breathe, getting upset won't help this." Sandry could see that sparks were starting in her eyes.

"She's blocking us, she isn't listening." Briar knew that they were all going to have to calm her down. Before the lightning came out of her eyes.

"On the count of three." Daja sent to the others. Sandry and Briar nodded discreetly.

"One…" thought Briar.

"Two…" thought Sandry.

"Three…" thought Daja.

"TRIS!!!!" they screamed through their mind link together.

"OWWW!!! That hurt. I'm not going let the house get struck by lightning, so stop that. It is very annoying." Tris glared at her siblings.

During the brief argument Tris had turned to face her friends. Her father was starting to get really upset.

"Father can we sit? We should talk, we need to talk," Tris stated, determined.

Valden didn't look any more pleased when she turned back to face him, "why are you here?" He demanded again.