A/N: been a lil busy :) sorry guys!!

Mum, Dad and The Kids

The rest of the day went without much incident.

I didn't sit with Honey at lunch, I told her I needed to get used to the school before I imposed my self on anyone. She just laughed and made me promise to meet her after school. I couldn't help but grin back at her.

It had been a while since I had made friends with anyone so quickly! She was seriously one of the sweetest people ever.

Peace kept shooting me dirty looks, and the people who appeared to be his friends, or just tolerated him (couldn't tell which), seemed to be trying to get him to give me a break. They seemed to be sidekicks most of them, and I soon found out why.

Though the sidekicks were seen as people who had lesser powers, they were so much more interesting and friendly. The heroes were so up themselves it was amazing that they could walk!

But again, I didn't really make any friends with them, they just helped me out with where to go. I tried to be friendly, I just didn't seem to be able to.

The bus ride was pretty dull and normal as well.

Honey, it turned out, came on the same bus as me, she sat with me, making everyone else on the bus look very surprised. She didn't talk all that much, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was nice. Just to be able to be quiet with someone else and not need to talk. When we started talking properly, we couldn't shut up until we lapsed into quiet again, listening to my ipod.

She pulled me into a hug when it was time for me to get off, while some others just stared at her like she had a death wish.

"Had a good day at school, sweetie!" called Lucia, my mum, as I walked through the door.

"Meh…" I stated coming in to sit with her in the kitchen.

Something you should know about my mum, she looks like she could have been blood related, and she might be! But definitely not my real mum (Lucia's infertile, and doesn't want to have infertility treatment [been through it- she hated it, her reasoning is 'if I can't have children, I'll give a child that doesn't have a family all the love I'd give my own child' which is why I have three younger siblings).

She's pure Italian. Curly deep chocolate hair, creamy, tanned skin, big, bold mysterious brown eyes with hints of green and the most gorgeous figure on a woman nearing forty. She seriously doesn't look a day of thirty! Even pushed to twenty five if she has to!

She's also not a very tall person (which means she probably isn't related to me, I'm five seven) reaching only about five foot two at the most. More like five one.

She is the most loving person in the world, and doesn't mind if I got off on one of my fire sprees. She's always there to pick up the pieces after me and tell me off. And if I'm lying, she always knows (it's annoying), she knows with everyone. Which is partly why she stormed into my last school raving mad, screaming at the head master telling him that I helped put out the fire and did not start one of them to begin with.

In short, Lucia Sanderson is an amazing woman, and I'm so proud to have her as my mother.

"Meh!" she demanded, looking at me as she grated cheese, "was it really that boring?!"

"It's school, mum," I told her, flopping into the chair opposite her, taking the cheese and grater from her, "how fun can it be?!"

"No hot guys?"

I shook my head. "The only all right ones turn out to be ass holes. And the others are just cute. What's worse is that all the Heroes are such jackasses, while the sidekicks are too shy because they're put down because everyone thinks their powers aren't worth very much." I scowled to my self.

"Even the girls?"

"Even the girls. I met Jenny Ferris's daughter though. Jet?" Mum nodded. "She's pretty cool. She's shy, but when she starts to talk, we get on really well."

Mum's eyes narrowed at me. "You got into an argument didn't you."

I sighed. "Stop reading my mind," I snapped at her, taking a pause in my grating, "is that enough?" I added, she nodded, knowing I was going to go on. "Battle Baron's son." I rolled my eyes, "Warren Peace."

"Oh honey…" mum murmured reaching out a hand to touch my deep brown hair (almost black rather than the soft chocolate colour like she had), "you need to control that temper of yours. You'll blow up something if you're not careful."

"I know…" I grumbled, "but he was patronising. I didn't like it. He's a pryokinetic too. So… it should be rather interesting." My eyes widened, as I got up to put the grater in the sink, "you'll never guess what!"

"What?"

"He's the guy that every girl thinks is the hot mysterious type! So they all think I'm a total freak. That and the fact that I… uh… kinda annoyed general Shouty."

Mum suppressed a giggle. She guessed who I meant. Coach Boomer, Powers had told us about him when she had visited. I just liked calling him shouty.

"Oh, and I kinda threatened a kid who tried to trip me up."

"What? PANDORA!" complained Lucia, standing up from the fridge.

"WHAT?! He tried to trip me up," I crossed my arms and pouted, "and they all called me newbie."

"You're getting the curtains wet," pointed out mum, coming over to me.

"Oopps…" I took control of my water power again as she reached out and hugged me tightly.

"What are we going to do with you?" she said, smiling up at me.

I crouched down and put my head on her shoulder. "Let me go back to England?"

"Nah… you'll blow up the government… I know you don't like them… but you can't get rid of them like that."

"But it would be so easy…"

Lucia just had to laugh at that. She was with me on the government front. Neither of us liked the wars going on, or the fact that they didn't know how to deal with young supers and ended up calling the mutants, which pissed everyone off. Even American representatives who weren't supers were trying to get them to turn around.

Only problem I had with England, otherwise, I loved it.

A while later, dad came home. Jake Sanderson. Head of the Sanderson house hold, with very strong links to the super world.

Jake was pretty amazing too, but not with the same strength mum had. He was always there for me, just to talk, or listen or just… sit there hugging me or something. He could never deal with me when I get angry, that was mum's job, but when I had calmed down and clammed up, it was dad that came and hugged me to find out what was wrong. I couldn't tell Lucia everything, like I couldn't tell him everything, but between them they knew a lot.

He's very different to his wife. Tall, lanky, very clumsy with big hands and a kind face rather than striking.

His dirty blonde hair would be in a constant mess as he never saw the point in using any other brushes other than his own fingers. His bright forget-me-not blue eyes were piercing, but kindly. He reached over six foot, I think about six foot two, a foot above mum. He also tended to get freckles rather than a tan.

He too wanted kids, and I think he makes a great dad to the newest member of the family, Gioachino (Jack) who is only three weeks old.

Jake's a lot shyer than his wife, more to himself and not usually the most social of people. Not antisocial, but not out there like mum.

But he too is amazing, when I had my first out burst with the fire thing, he stayed with me the whole time, not talking or saying anything, but there if I needed him. He held me close and carried me home after too, not saying a word. He didn't have to. I knew he loved me with out him saying, like I knew Lucia did too, but he was a lot less likely to say it than her.

I guess I got whole 'I get on better with shy people' because of him. He was a big influence on my life, and he is incredibly shy.

Basically, though I'm angry with them both for moving me, I have the best parents ever, and I'm so… amazingly lucky to have them. After my shit luck with other foster homes and such, I was so surprised to get so much good luck with them. And for so long too.

"So, Pyro," he started after kissing Lucia then kissing my forehead, "you enjoy stirring up your new school? I though I told you not to get into any argument just yet."

"How did you know?!"

"Because I know you, baby," he smiled softly, ruffling my hair, "who was it? Spit it!"

"Warren Peace."

"Battle Baron's son?"

"The one and only."

"Oh geez… trust you kiddo!"

"Meh…"

"Meh indeed. I'll go check on Jack," he added.

"He's been quiet for about two hours now," said mum quickly, "don't wake him up!"

"I won't," he promised, smiling at her lovingly.

They had been married since Jake was twenty one and Lucia was twenty, and they were the most in love couple you could imagine! It got annoying, but it was so cute!

I didn't mind as much. As long as they didn't go too mushy, coz then me and Mike would complain very loudly (Mike was nine when I was adopted, he was adopted when he was six, so he was technically their first child, but he never said that, I was his big sister and that was that).

"I need to get on with my homework," I muttered, not really wanting to, I liked hanging out with mum, she was really cool. Not like some of the other's I'd had.

"Bring it down here," she smiled, "you can tell me everything that happened today, and what this Battle Baron thing is about, Jake hasn't told me anything yet."

I chuckled, "it's not pretty."

"You know better than me, this world ain't a pretty place," she told me simply, "now get your homework and talk to me."

"That sounds weird…"

"I know, but I know for fact you have to do several things at once."

"Meh…"

But I did as she said, half wishing I had telekinesis instead. I'm lazy, what can I say?!

I was part of the way telling her about my run in with that Mark guy in my Hero history class, when Mike and Lucy bounded in, Lucy was adopted as a baby too, she was only one (and now she's four).

"PYRO!" Lucy squealed, happy to see me after being bored at home on her own, she already was starting to pick up on an American accent.

"LULU!" I replied, getting up and opening my arms to pull the little red head into my arms for a hug. She was my little princess, and she knew it.

Like Jack is my little prince, but he's too young to know that.

Mike and me are overprotective older siblings, and we have an understanding.

We're very close to each other, so far anyway. Lucy knows she's adopted, but she's too young to understand, and Jack I don't think will ever really understand until he's seven or eight, but mum and dad would never tell him their his real parents, so he'll grow up knowing.

Which is better.

Mike knows and is two years younger, so he's very competent, but he loves me and I love him, he helps me out when ever I get too angry. Not like mum and dad, he's only a little brother, but he can just calm me down by being a pain in the butt.

Yes I am very family orientated, and I'm protective. None of these people are blood related to me, but it's never mattered.

"Have a good day in school?" asked Lucy coming over to sit on my lap as Mike walked over to the fridge to get something out of the fridge (he didn't like talking much, his voice was going through his second break so it sounded odd when he spoke).

"It was… interesting," I said delicately.

"People like you go there," she said brightly, taking my hands, playing with my hands, "special people."

I had to smile at that. She was a defensive little sister, I remember one day I got angry with her kindergarten teacher and my arms flamed up. They knew I was a 'mutant' after that, and so poor Lucy was teased about it. Needless to say, she came home getting into a lot of fights after that.

"Yep," I agreed, "there's even another fire person there."

"Really?!" she squeaked.

Mike's head shot up, looking directly, eyes narrowing. He knew everything about the super world, even more than me. It was him that clued me in about most of the supers about. So evidently he knew Battle Baron's son went to my school.

"Mmmhmm, but he's not very nice."

She stuck out her tongue in disgust. "All boys are yucky," she stated, "'cept Mikey, but he's my brother… so he doesn't count."

"HEY!" he complained, but it came out every high pitched making me laugh very loudly. He glared at me, but didn't say anything. I looked away biting my lip.

"But it's true!" insisted Lucy, pouting, "and Gioachino," she managed to stammer out his name, "is too cute." She looked at me with large eyes. "Are you going to teach him a lesson?" she asked 'quietly'.

"Uh…" I didn't know how to answer, I looked down at her enormous blue eyes, I couldn't lie to her, "we'll see," I grinned at her and winked.

She giggled. "Come play!" she pleaded, tugging on my hands, jumping off my lap.

"Noooo," I complained pouting, she had some strong grip! "I can't, honey, I need to do my work. Make Mike will?"

"All right," he agreed, his voice suddenly very gruff. He looked suddenly extremely irritated, "I can't wait for this to be over…"

"Me neither," I told him, "it's driving me up the wall." I kissed Lucy's head, and went back to my work, Mike leading her out and away.

Lucia looked at me, smiling softly. I frowned at her, putting my head to the side. "You're great with kids."

I chuckled. "I'm a pyro," I stated, "I'm never going to be able to sort out a baby sitting job, my powers aren't entirely in my control just yet."

"Meh," she mocked, winking.

"I need a walk mum," I stated standing up, "might see if I can get some kind of job." I kissed her too, and grabbed my keys.

"What about your homework?"

"I done about half of it," I called as I opened the door, "later guys!"

I slammed the door shut, and walked out, pulling the hood of my hoodie up over my head. I wasn't really that cold, being a pyro I couldn't be, and seeing as I had my waterkinetic too it balanced out my body temperature to be almost normal.

I looked round my down town area and smiled.

This was where I belonged. I was used to the rough spoken, harsh words of the less opportune places. The coarse language and much more loyal friends.

First seeing Maxville I doubt anyone would have first thought it could have such a dingy down town area of town. This place was absolutely no walk in the park, and if I hadn't taken judo for four years before (no idea what belt I am, I didn't like doing the grading, so I just got taught how to defend myself instead) I don't think mum would have let me out. That and the fact that I could fry anyone who tried it.

I hadn't been living here for very long, about a month really, and I still hadn't managed to talk to people who lived in the area. But I knew this place almost as well as I knew central London. I had a habit of getting lost and liking trying to figure out my way back. I learnt that way.

I eventually came across a little take away restaurant place. I looked at the sign. Paper Lantern.

'Cute,' I thought to my self. I walked on, promising myself to come back and try out the food there. Speaking very basic mandarin (I had a chinese foster home for a little) I had come to enjoy chinese food immensely.

Further down the street I came across a little corner shop. It had bright lights shining through it's windows, and some of it's wears in the front in boxes. It looked surprisingly friendly.

I looked in on the window, hoping there might be a sign for help wanted. I was in luck.

Pulling my hood down, I walked into the shop, and looked round for someone.

"Helloooo…" I called, "anyone heeeereee…?"

"What you want?" snapped a cranky voice, a tall elderly man walked in. His black skin was wrinkled, his tightly curled dark hair was predominantly grey. He leaned heavily on a stick, and walked with a limp. His eyes were haunted and angry, and dark.

I stared back at him, refusing to be daunted by him. "You said help wanted," I stated, "I wanted to know if I could have the job."

His eyes narrowed as he limped towards me, his eyes still scrutinising me. "What makes you think you can help me look after the shop?"

"It's a shop. I need to be able to make sure nothing is stolen and be polite to the customers." That would be the hard bit.

"Wrong," he snarled at him, and turned his back, "go home, little British girl, in this place… we need more than-"

"You need to make sure you don't get things stolen. Protect your goods and the customers you know won't steal from you? Make sure hooligans won't terrorise the shop? And not be scared?"

He whirled round and stared at me.

"I'm not stupid, mister," I told him, "I just know the answers to most interview questions."

"So what makes you think you can?" he had totally ignored me, "this place ain't know pretty little suburbia."

I laughed cruelly. "I need the money, I won't let anyone get to me. I grew up hanging out in central London. Not as dangerous as New York, but just the same lessons. And…" I trailed off and held up my hand so fire consumed it, "I don't let anyone push me around."

He frowned at me. "One of them super kids…" he snarled, glaring at me, "who's yer parents."

"I don't know my blood parents," I replied, now playing with the fire, "but I've been adopted by Lucia and Jake Sanderson."

"A lost child, eh?"

"If you want."

He limped towards me again, examining me with interest. There was still a hidden anger there.

"I don't like supers," he stated, "they fly around causing havoc."

I waited for him to finish.

"You're hired. Start tomorrow. You'll be working with my grandson and daughter."

"Cool." I turned to leave, then turned back to him. "What's you name? I don't wanna call you mister."

"Paul," he stated.

"I'm Pyro," I told him, and left.

I didn't like him. But I didn't have to, he was my boss. End of.

I sighed as I looked up at Paper Lantern. I shook my head and headed home instead. Mum had been making spaghetti, her food was fantastic, I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to eat at home for free.

I walked passed the shop and headed home, picking out my mobile (or cell or whatever they call it in America). I heard a door open and close behind me and foot steps, but I took no notice, and concentrated on talking to my dad instead.

I looked round the darkened streets as I talked. I'm a super, with probably dangerous powers, what was going to happen to unknown, where I came from unknown and used to the hard streets learning about drugs, alcohol and gang culture first hand. I smiled to myself. I was happy.