Stig finished routing in his locker and slammed the door shut. He jumped as a rather attractive face was revealed to be lurking the other side.

"Urgh! It's too early in the morning for your ugly mutt, Morgan!"

Lucy winced. She hated the way his barbed comments got to her. However, today was not the time to get upset, she was there on business.

"You and I need to talk." She stated.

Stig blinked. It took a while to process she hadn't just thrown back a retaliatory insult. He was distracted for a moment. She had that effect on him and he wasn't exactly sure why.

"Okay. You've had your thirty seconds of Stig time. Let's not do it again sometime." And he turned and walked away. Lucy followed him.

"Very amusing, jerk. Except I think you are going to want to hear what I say."

"I doubt that very much, Loopy." He sped up leaving her in the hall.

"Fine." She shouted after him. "but you might want to ask your mom and dad why they had dinner with my parents last Saturday."

Stig stopped dramatically, causing two groupies to crash into his back. He turned and looked at Lucy.

"What?" He exclaimed, looking around to see if anyone else had heard her.

"Exactly." Lucy folded her arms across her chest in an 'admit it, I'm right – you're interested' pose.

"That's impossible!" Stig hissed as he walked back towards her.

"Maybe…but it happened." Lucy's voice was quiet as he neared her.

"That's….disgusting!" He looked horrified.

"My sentiments exactly."

"Why?"

"I was hoping you might know."

"Where did this event happen?"

"At your house, evidently. I came back from a date to find my parents out and when I checked with my sister she told me they were at your parents'. I saw the contact number they left – it was yours alright."

He looked thoughtful. Stig said nothing to Lucy, but he was curious as to how she knew his home phone number. He was also curious as to who she had been on the date with. He made a mental note to ask around. In the meantime…

"I'll deal with this." He stated.

"Uh uh. You share. You find out anything you let me know. I have an interest in this."

"Works both ways, toots."

Lucy sighed at the 'toots' comment. "Having met your mother, I can only assume you are adopted. The poor woman."

"I am my father's son. Mom's brains, father's looks and charm." He smirked.

"Looks and charm?…I'll reserve judgement on that, until I meet him. "
Stig frowned immediately. "Not going to happen. Our parents meeting for dinner is disaster enough."

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Stig was right about being a combination of his parents. At his age, Derek had been good at pranks and weaselling his way out of tight spots and he was intelligent. But Stig was also half-Casey and that showed in his ability to think things through and to plan. He could have used that to great effect in the classroom, and get exceptional grades. Instead, he chose to follow his father's path for the time being. So the planning was used for pranks – mainly against his younger siblings and Lucy.

Stig knew better than to prank his parents. Derek was likely to retaliate on Stig's level, and pranksters are never good at taking their own medicine. And Casey had been pranked so many times by Derek that she had an inbuilt prank-radar, which made it almost impossible to prank her. After many years of marriage, it was an unwritten but well-known rule that only Derek was allowed to prank Casey – and he still did, whenever she stopped paying attention.

But right now, Stig wasn't planning pranks, he was planning how to find out what his parents were up to.