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A/N: As you can guess from the title, this one is based on the episode "fight or flight". I've changed a lot more stuff then i did with "moment in time" so please enjoy.
"And just how would you run church?" asked Reba as she adjusted something in Jake's Sunday attire.
"I would have TVs and video games and ice cream and it would only be five minutes long," the young boy replied. Reba cocked her eyebrow at her youngest son.
"Isn't that how you would run school?" she asked.
"That's how I'd run everything," Jake answered. Frantic knocking came at the front door as Jake went upstairs and Van came down. Reba sighed as she made her way to the door. Upon opening it, she found Brock and Barbra Jean in their pajamas.
"Reba, I thought we agreed after the storm that we would have a united front on Kyra. She can't come over here every time I yell at her," said Brock as they walked in. Reba gave him a look.
"First off, we made no such agreement. Secondly, Kyra's not here," she replied, hiding the initial panic of Kyra's disappearance. Across the room, Barbra Jean began to panic, until Van moved over and attempted to calm her. This didn't last as he began to panic himself.
"Everyone calm down, there's only a certain number of places she could be," said Reba.
"Like her boyfriend, that Scott kid. I will kill that kid!" said Van as he stalked to the front door, anger in his voice. Reba picked up the phone.
"Ok, does anyone know Scott's number?" she asked. Van turned to face the others.
"What if they ran off to Vegas?" he asked with panic returning to him. Reba gave him a look.
"Does anyone know his number?" she asked again.
"555-0165," said Kyra as she and Cole stood on the stairs.
"That's it! Call it," said Van as they all began to cluster around Reba and the phone.
"555-01…Kyra!" they all shouted when they realized that she was standing on the stairs. They rushed her, but Barbra Jean barreled though them and pulled Kyra into a tight hug.
"Its busy, I'll keep trying," said Van as he turned and headed into the kitchen with the phone still pressed to his ear. Cole did a face palm as Brock stepped forward.
"Well that was a funny joke you two, now here's what you've won. Both of you are grounded, when your not in school your in your rooms and when your not in your rooms your in school, am I understood? Now Kyra, you march on home," he said. Kyra looked defeated as she walked out the door.
"Cole, you get on up to your room," said Brock, but Cole didn't move. However Reba stepped in between the two of them.
"I told you before Brock, my house my rules. What makes you think you can come in here and give out punishments to those that don't live under your own roof?" she asked.
"Reba, what happened to our united front? We can't look weak in front of the teens," said Brock, Barbra Jean nodding behind him. But Reba looked unfazed.
"That still doesn't change the fact that you're dealing out an unnecessary punishment to someone who lives under my roof," she said.
"Unnecessary punishment? Its completely necessary, he allowed Kyra to stay the night here without anyone's consent," Brock countered. Reba gave him a look of anger.
"And what would you have had him done Brock? Kyra left your house in the middle of the night for a reason, yes she didn't get permission from either of us, but its better that she was here then somewhere far worse," she said. Brock crossed his arms.
"I still think their needs to be some form of punishment," he said.
"To who exactly? Me or you?" asked Cole as he began to descend the stairs. Everyone else in the room looked up at him, silence being allowed to fall.
"What do you mean Cole?" asked Brock. By now, Cole was at the bottom of the stairs and standing level with his father.
"I think that both you and Barbra Jean share in just as much guilt as Kyra for what happened last night."
"I don't know what your," but he was cut off as Cole raised his hand.
"Save me the theatrics. You two had another fight last night, and it forced Kyra here again. I warned you what would happen if you didn't resolve your problems," Cole said, his voice containing darkness. For once, everyone in the room was left dumbstruck.
"Mom, I'll get your payment for my room and board," Cole said without turning around, but rather he began to climb the stairs.
"Cole are you sure about this?" asked Reba.
"I leave in five hours," he said as he reached the top of the stairs and disappeared. Reba turned and looked at Brock.
"I hope you're happy," she said as she walked into the kitchen. Brock sighed as he rubbed his temples with the tips of his fingers.
"What have I done?"