A/N: I just realized that while I'm writing I'm imagining everyone as an anime character and when they get mad things turn chibi….I think I've been watching too much FMA. Any hoo enjoy.

Helena tossed her mask in the back of the Trans-AM and popped the trunk. Turnstile watched her every move as she lifted the heavy tire from the trunk. He gave her a hand lifting but kept his gun visible the entire time. Finally Turnstile lifted it out of her hands and on to the desert ground. It bounced a few times making her jump back. Then something made a loud bang making her jump again. She turned to see Ghost had closed the trunk of the car. She smiled awkwardly and stepped away.

"You sure are jumpy aint ya?" Turnstile chuckled snobbishly. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the tire. Ghost nodded and lifted it up as if it was as light as a pillow and threw it over his shoulders.

Helena crossed her arms and stuck her hip to one side.

"No! It's just been a rough day." She said blowing more hair out of her face. Turnstile just rolled his eyes and turned away. He motioned the others along. Helena let out a sight of annoyance and followed.

As she followed Sky stepped up next to her. She pulled a pair of large sun glasses from her back pocket and put them on.

"Don't mind him. He just thinks being leader gives him the right to be an ass." She said looking up and pulling her hair back.

"You mean to tell me that guy is leader?" Helena scoffed.

"You sound surprised." Sky smirked and wrapped her hair into a bun. Helena looked over the three boys.

"I would have suspected the older guy. He seems more…fitting." She pursed her lips.

"Ghost is cool and all but T and I have worked around Tonic a lot more. He was our leader in New York. When he went missing it was obvious Turnstile was to be put in charge. He's like Tonic's shadow. He looked up to Tonic since the war started. Turnstile is my brother, and as you can imagine was a bit to handle. Tonic took us in as if we were his own flesh and blood." Sky smiled and dropped her head letting the smile fade.

"That's why we gotta find him. He's the closest thing we had to a dad."

Helena bit her lip.

"I'm so sorry." She said softly. "I truly hope you find him."

Just then Turnstile whistled loudly from the door of the van.

"Let's get a move on!" He shouted.

Sky rolled her eyes.

"Also I'm sick of Captain Ass-Hat being in charge." She groaned. Helena giggled.

"You remind me of my two friends back home. You'll be able to meet them when we get back to base."

Once they reached the van Turnstile waited with crossed arms.

"Ghost and Crow are looking for a jack. Why don't you and the new chick wait by that rock?" He pointed with his thumb.

Helena glared.

"I have a name you know!" She said angrily and balled her hands into small fists. Sky crossed her arms.

"Don't boss me around like I'm one of your soldiers!" Sky shouted getting in his face.

Turnstile didn't even flinch.

"I'm leader. You still have to obey orders until Tonic is back."

Sky turned a little red.

"I'm your sister that voids any order you give!"

"Besides I don't want you girling up the place." He said coolly and waved her away.

"WHA-? Girling up the place?" Sky's face turned a beat red.

Helena just sat back waiting for them to stop.

"They always act like this." A voice next to her said slightly annoyed. She looked over to see Crow staring blankly with crossed arms.

"Best thing to do is just wait it out. They tire themselves out eventually." He sighed and then met Ghost by the flat tire.

"Found the jack." He mumbled. Ghost nodded and placed it under the van and cranked it in the air.

Helena finally sat on the rock and waited for Sky to return.

After a few more pointless arguments Sky finally returned and sat next to Helena.

"Stupid idiot doesn't know what the hell he's doing." She grumbled to herself. Helena couldn't help but notice she had something small and blue between her hands.

Sky looked down and then up to Helena.

"Oh…" She said lifting it up a little. "I bet your wondering why I'm fondling a ratty thing."

She lifted it up by a small chain around the top. It looked like a small blue mouse with a large smile. She was almost certain she had seen it some place before. The image of an old dusty diner popped into her mind. She shook her head to clear it.

"This is…well what's left of my Mouskrat. It used to be a whole doll but…due to brothers and them liking to tear things when your ten," She seemed to grit her teeth with anger. "The poor thing has been reduced to a key chain."

She fiddled with the chain and rubbed its ratty ears.

"He's like a worry stone for me." She giggled. "I've had it since the beginning. It helps me remember all that we've come through."

Helena smiled and nodded. She was a little too young to remember the war but she saw the damage it had done and how far everyone had come.

"I never let it out to anyone….well almost anyone…" Sky's expression changed. She smiled to herself and let out a heavy sigh.

"There was…one Killjoy. Hmmm." She said dreamily and then turned to Helena. "He rescued me and T when we were kids. He was the one who inspired Turnstile to be a Killjoy. He was….the dreamiest, bravest Killjoy I'd ever seen."

She blushed and turned away quickly.

"I'm sorry. I'm babbling. It's been a long few days stuck in a van with three boys. I guess I'm just glad to finally talk to another girl." She chuckled to herself.

"It's ok." Helena chuckled back. "I'm just glad I found you guys when I did."

"Just don't tell Turnstile I said anything about the whole crush thing. He'd never let me live it down." She turned and attached the Mouskrat to her belt loop.

"What was his name?" Helena asked out of curiosity.

"THE TIRE IS FIXED. LETS MOVE!" Turnstile shouted. Sky stood up and stretched.

"Come on. We'd better get going before he takes off without us…..don't put it past him."

Helena's eyes widened and she picked up pace.

She got in the van beside Sky. The back of the van had no seats but instead had two small mattresses on the floor of the van. Sky explained that while two people sit up front and drive the other two sleep in the back to save time driving. She and Sky sat on one of the cots until they reached the inner zones. After that she directed them to the cluster of houses where the Killjoys settled after the war.

"Just pull up in the garage." She pointed to the one with the open door. "It's not like the Trans-Am's gonna be there any time soon." She said under her breath.

Turnstile parked the van and shut it off.

"Just come on in." Helena said opening the door and heading into the living room. "My mom is at work but my uncles and cousins should be around."

As Helena opened the door to the living room the four strangers all dropped their jaws in aww.

"You mean to tell me you live here?" Turnstile said wide eyed. Helena nodded and shrugged off her jacket.

"Yeah. What did you expect?" She raised an eyebrow.

Crow and Sky plopped on the couch. Ghost awkwardly sat on the large chair.

"We grew up in an old subway station and then moved into an old prison and then trained in the Killjoy military." Turnstile picked up a shiny apple from a bowl on the kitchen table and shined it on his shirt. Helena had almost forgotten how things outside of California were run. After the war each state was declared as independent. The head Killjoy was leader and most of them started small armies of Killjoys to keep the peace and police the cities and towns as well as avoiding another BL/ind incident. The higher soldiers were also called Killjoys and all else under them were known as Kildets.

"Fresh fruit?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "That's just weird."

He took a bite and shrugged.

Just then a loud bang caused all of them to jump.

"HELENA X WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" A loud voice boomed from the top of the stairs. Helena cringed and stepped out where she could be seen.

"Hey Boomer." She smiled and waved weakly. Boomer was dressed in bright blue tank top with a red bra strap sticking out. She also had torn light blue shorts and several belts across her waist. Over top of the blue tank top she had black marching band jacket with white accents. She shook angrily in her knee high black converse shoes. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a curly bun.

"Where the hell have you been?" She said angrily as she stormed down the stairs. "And you'd better not say you brought home another animal or your mother is going to freak!"

Helena bit her lip and awkwardly smiled.

"Everyone this is my sister Boomer….Boomer…um…this is Skyline, Crow, Turnstile and Ghost." Helena turned to everyone. Boomer waited with her arms crossed.

"Charmed." She said quickly. "Where's the Trans-Am?" She turned back to Helena without hesitation.

Helena's eyes widened.

"Don't tell me it ran out of gas again! I swear you get lost every time I send you out!" Boomer ranted.

Just then two more people appeared.

"Helena! Your back!" They said at the same time.

"Why is there a big scary bald guy on your chair?" one of them asked. Helena turned.

"Hey AJ…Hey Rocket." Helena waved. "That's Ghost. And they are Sky, Turnstile, and Crow." She pointed to each of them.

"Sup." AJ waved. She had her blond hair pulled back into a long braid down her back reaching the bottom of her shoulder blades. She had on a dark blue suit vest with white pin stripes. She had on a matching pair of shorts and a worn out pair of black sneakers.

Rocket waved but stayed silent. He was always the shy one. He had his black hair down around his face. He had a solid black shirt on with a green vest and several patches on it. He also wore worn out black jeans with his yellow and green gun on his studded belt.

"You didn't answer my question." Boomer shouted getting her attention again. "Where is the Tran?"

Helena swallowed hard.

"Well um…you see…There was a sand storm and…well I um… I might have hit a rock…" Helena kept her eyes on the floor.

"It was more like a mountain…" Turnstile said subtlety. Helena shot him a dark glare.

"Not helping."

"YOU WHAT?" Boomer, AJ and Rocket all shouted at once.

"You drove in the middle of a sand storm? Are you brain dead?" Boomer shouted.

"It was an accident!" Helena shouted back trying not to cry. She didn't want to give Turnstile the pleasure of seeing her cry.

"My dad is going to kill you!" AJ said breathlessly.

"I KNOW!" Helena shouted. Suddenly she felt something lightly tap her on the shoulder. She turned to see Turnstile looking slightly frustrated.

"I don't mean to interrupt this um…family moment, but um…" He cleared his throat. Helena nodded.

"Oh right. These guys were stuck out there too. They had a flat tire. I used the one from our van and they gave me a lift home. They're looking for someone. I figured either Dad or maybe Uncle Pony can help." Helena said happy to move away from the Trans-AM subject.

"Our leader went missing. I need to find an old friend of ours. Do you have a name list of soldiers and leaders I can use?" Turnstile said in a stern voice. Boomer raised an eyebrow.

"This kid's in charge?" She pointed a finger at him and looked at Helena. She turned back to him. "Look. I know that NY is known as the fighting state but here in Cali it's all music. We have a list of DJ's in the area but we don't have a military system. I'll let you talk to Gee. He knows everyone." Boomer waved him along.

Rocket and AJ followed beside Helena as they lead the others.

"Our dads are working on Uncle Show Pony's van." AJ said.

"If you can call it that." Rocket rolled his eyes. "Every time they get so far our dad breaks something."

Boomer lead them across the street to a closed garage door. From inside they could hear grunts and the sound of tools hitting the ground.

"Well if you gave me the right bolt I wouldn't have to get back up to get it myself!" Helena heard one of her uncle's shout.

"Quit your bitching and hand me the socket wrench!" It was her dad this time.

Boomer gripped the garage handle and lifted up. The door slid upward and across the garage roof.

"Oh!" She saw her uncle Frank sit up too fast and hit his head on the under part of the van.

"Helena!" Her aunt Static Pyro hugged her. "You've been gone forever. Your aunt Cherri and I made cookies."

She turned to see her Aunt Cherri sitting on a cement step with her chin rested on her hand.

"It's like watching the three Stooges." She said dully.

"Except there are four." Her Aunt Baby Doll emerged from the door way eating a large cookie. "And they have no idea what the hell they are doing!" She leaned on the frame of the door.

"It's lefty loosey Honey! Not Righty Tighty!" She shouted trying to hold back her aggravation.

"Holy Shit!"

Helena, Static and Baby Doll all turned at the same time to see Turnstile standing with his jaw dropped.

"Baby Doll?...Static….You're…" Sky stammered. "Then that must mean…." She slowly turned to the van.

Just then the four figures under the van emerged. First her father. His black hair was a tangled greasy mess. He had a simple gray shirt with oil stains on the front. Next was Ray. He tried to settle his hair due to the difficult angle under the van it was now a tangled mess. He pulled out a wire that had managed to intertwine with his head. After him was Mikey. He had strips of black oil in his hair and on his face. His solid red shirt with the ripped off sleeves was stained with a dark liquid. Finally Frank arose. He had a large red mark on his forehead from where he had smacked it off of the van.

Gerard, Ray and Mikey all stood.

"I don't believe it." Static said grabbing Turnstile by the shoulders and looking him over. Sky was still. She kept her eyes on Frank.

"What the hell is everyone freaking out about?" Frank turned wiping the last of the oil off of his face.

"F-f-F-ff- Fun Ghoul…" Sky stuttered. "It's really you." Her hand dropped to the key chain on her hip.

"Skyline?" He tilted his head and squinted to see her better. "Is…is that you?"

He could just make out the resemblance of the small child he once knew. As if to verify he looked to Turnstile.

"I'll be damned. You kids sure grew up!" He smiled and hugged her. She blushed a bright pink and giggled uncontrollably.

Turnstile smirked and looked down smugly.

"Grew up more than you did." He said looking up. Frank was just a little over an inch shorter than Turnstile.

"Your not too young for me to kick your ass!" Frank shouted and made a fist.

"Bring it old man!" Turnstile grinned offering the challenge.

"Wait, wait wait?" Boomer waved her hands. "You two know each other?"

Gerard nodded.

"We met in New York. We were helping out with a distress call." He explained the basics of what had happened and how they all had met.

"That was when Baby Doll and I moved in." Static Pyro smiled up to Ray and then gently picked another wire from his hair. He bent down and kissed her.

"So these were the Killjoys you were looking for?" Helena said thoughtfully.

"Small world." AJ shrugged.

"Who'd a thought we'd run into the daughter of the great Party Poison in the middle of the desert." Ghost scoffed and crossed his arms.

"Ha yeah what are the odds?" Frank chuckled and then paused. "Hang on…the middle of the desert?"

His head shot to the garage.

"Helena…Where is the Trans-AM…." Gerard asked.

Helena twisted the strip of red in her hair between her fingers.

"Well…the thing about that is…."

A/N: Well there you go. I know it's a filler but it's to get everyone aquainted. It'll pick up soon. I promise. Let me know your throughts so far. Please Read and Review. Even if its just like a little blurb of your random thoughts. I really wanna know how I'm doing so far. Hope you liked it.

Victory out XOXO