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Author's Note: Just a light, fluffy little moment in the life of the Jane family.

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Yawning for what felt like the millionth time in the past ten minutes, Patrick Jane runs his hand over his face and forces himself to focus on the road before him, dark streets lit by streetlights flashing over the windscreen every so often.

The last week had been a holiday away for the Jane family, and now as they drove back home everyone was exhausted. Flicking his eyes to his to his wife reclining in the passenger seat next to him, he notices that her eyes are firmly shut, head tilted downward in his direction.

'Hey. You awake?' he asks softly.

'No,' was the mumbled response he got as Teresa lifted her head.

'I need company.'

Looking blearily at her husband, Teresa gestured to their three kids in the back. 'You've got company.'

'They're asleep,' said Patrick in a succinct tone, as if this was plainly obvious.

Yawning, Teresa shifted in her chair trying to get comfortable. 'You never specified that company had to be awake.'

'Well unless you want me to crash on this homestretch, I suggest you start talking.'

'About what?' she asked tiredly.

'I don't know. Seen any good movies lately?' said Patrick with a grin, getting a sudden flashback to another car scene from years ago.

Willing to play along, Teresa responded with a smirk. 'Well, there was one movie that I watched recently. Not sure if you've heard of it. High School Musical 5: Reunion. It's not too bad if I don't say so myself.'

Patrick groaned when he heard the move title. His three monsters had decided that this was their new favourite movie and had insisted that they watch it every day. He'd gone to sleep with the lyrics in his head, and had woken up with the lyrics in his head for weeks.

'If they ever make a sixth one, our children are not having access to it,' he said with a tone of finality.

Teresa snorted in response. 'I'd like to see you try it.'

'It's okay for you. You love all of this musical mumbo jumbo garbage. Meanwhile, I'm suffering here!' he declared in a dramatic tone.

Patting his thigh in mock sympathy, Teresa left her hand resting comfortably there as she covered up a yawn with her other hand. Further conversation is halted by a little cry from the back. 'Daddy?'

Keeping his eye on the road, he leans his head back a little. 'Yeah baby?'

'I gotta go to toilet.'

It is Teresa who responds. 'Can you hold it sweetheart? We're almost home.'

'No Mummy. I gotta go,' was the response from six year old Marta. 'I can't hold it.'

Sharing a look with his wife, Patrick looks for a service station to pull over into. This was not a disaster that they needed.

A little ways up the road he quickly pulls into a service station. Parking the car, he turns in his seat to Teresa. When he makes no move to leave the car, Teresa looks at him in disbelief. 'Me?'

'You've got the right equipment my dear!' Sending him a dirty look, Teresa steps out of the car and helps Marta from the car. 'Come on sweetheart.'

Watching as they made their way to the toilet, Patrick checks on his other two children still sleeping in the back seat. Eight year old Adelaide sat in the middle seat with her head resting on four year old Sorcha's car seat. Smiling softly, he turned back to watching the service station where a skipping Marta is leading her mother back to the car.

With Marta strapped in and Teresa seated once again, Patrick started the car and the Jane family rejoined the highway, heading home.