Chapter 2

Nathan Ford sighed as he listened to his team bickering with each other. Most of the time he felt like he was dealing with kindergarteners. At the moment he was trying to fend off a headache while Sophie and Hardison argued about her setting her drink near his 'highly expensive' laptop. He wasn't really sure what Eliot and Parker were fighting about. All he got from Eliot were a few loud 'Parker's' and Parker just kept rolling her eyes from her seat on top of the counter. Nate kept from yelling at her to get down and about how counters were for putting objects other than butts down, but didn't because it would only add fuel to the fire.

"Parker!"

"I just don't understand why it's such a big deal!"

"Don't understand?"

"Damn it Parker!"

"No. You put your drinks next to the computer all the time!"

"Shut up!"

"I'm allowed to put my drinks down next to it because it's my computer!"

"Parker!"

There was a knock on the apartment door that no one but Nate seemed to notice. It was no wonder they didn't since their voices were steadily rising. If Hardison hadn't been landlord, Nate was sure they would have gotten complaints from every tenet in the building. Before the man opened the door he turned to his team again. "Shut up!"

They all stopped and looked at him in shock, like they had forgotten he was there. Parker slid off the counter as if reading his earlier thoughts, but, no, that was a glare she was sending his way.

"You're not the boss of me." Along with her glare she had started to pout.

Nate snorted a bit in laughter. The woman seriously amused him sometimes. He ignored her in favor of opening the door. Though there were quite a few people standing there Nate's eyes were immediately drawn to a teenage girl standing off to the side of the wasn't her run-down clothing or her spiky black hair, or even the bruise on her forehead that was in its final stages of healing. He knew automatically that she was a witch but there was no recognition in her eyes as she looked at him.

"Nathan."

Nate looked away from the girl to the man standing in front of him. He was about Nate's own height and Asian. "Kit Bae?" Nate let out another snort of laughter. "What are you doing here?"

Kit smiled but it didn't hide the glum look in his eyes. "We need your help."

Finally, Nate looked at the rest of the small group situated outside his apartment door. Next to Kit stood a tall boy that Nate would have put at age nineteen - maybe twenty - with dark hair and bright green eyes. On the boy's other side was a tiny girl with strawberry-blonde hair and light blue eyes. Nate raised an eyebrow at the arm the older boy had slung around the girl's shoulders. She was only thirteen or so. Much too young for a guy that age.

Another boy that had to have been Kit's son due to his Asian features and the stupid smirk he had on his face. Kit used to have the same one. The smirk that said he didn't care about anything in the world at that moment. The only thing different between them was that his son's hair was blonde. Probably from his mother's side. Then of course there was the witch with spiky black hair and dark brown eyes. Behind the witch was a taller blonde woman that caused Nate to blink in surprise.

"Lauren?" The woman gave him a tight smile. Nate sighed again. "Why don't you all come on in?"

AN: Well, there's chapter two. Hope you liked it. It was a bit longer than the first chapter and I'm going to keep working on that. I've always hated when chapters are super short and I'm sure you all feel the same :). Like I said before I would like to hear (or rather read) your thoughts. If anything they'll inspire me.

So, thank you, Brit