Jeffrey was, as usual playing the piano. Skye was lying on the piano bench, with her head in his lap, listening to him play. All around them the servants were cleaning up after the party, and Mrs T-D was saying goodnight to her guests.

"Jeffrey?"

"Hmm?"

"This is a beautiful song. What's it called?"

"Fields of Gold. It isn't very hard, but it is one of my favorites." He smiled down at her. "You know, Skye, I think tonight went pretty well, despite our little escapade at the beginning." She sat up and smiled sweetly.

"Really? I thought our little escapade went pretty well too. Would you care to try it again?" Chuckling, he wrapped his arms around her and allowed his lips to find hers. The music was forgotten and, for a while, they were lost in their own little world. But, little worlds are very easily and very quickly taken over by bigger ones, and in this case, the bigger one was Jeffrey's mother.

Had the couple been paying any attention to their surroundings, they would have heard the sharp click of her high heels in the marble floor as she advanced towards them. But, unfortunately, that wasn't where their attention was focused.

"Well, well, well. First at the party, and now this. I always said that you were a bad influence on my Jeffrey, Jane, but I never knew you were this terrible."

Pulling away from Jeffrey, Skye took a deep breath before she turned to his mother.

"Mrs. Drupee." she said coldly, as she nodded her head ever so slightly. Just as she was about to continue, Jeffrey spoke up.

"Mother, her name is Skye. Jane is her younger sister. I realize that you don't like her, but the least you can do is remember her name. As the other portion of your remark, kissing her is hardly terrible. We're engaged!"

"Hmpf. That brat probably forced you into that as well, didn't she? I always new that she and her sisters were up to no good."

"Mother." Jeffrey's voice was hard. "You will not, under any circumstances, call Skye a brat. Do you understand? And no, she did not force me to propose to her. I did it on my own account. I love her!"

"We'll, of course. Why didn't I think of that? You love her." Sarcasm dripped from every word and the sneer on her face was made to match.

"Yes, I do! I don't think you are capable of even fathoming love. From what I know, you never loved Alex and you have rarely even shown that emotion towards me, your son!"

"Son? HA. My son isn't a love-sick weakling who idolizes his jerk of a father. No son of mine would sit at a piano all day, wasting his life, where had a change to become a general. And no son of mine would ever fall in love with a sneaky orphaned brat like this one! I swear, Jeffrey-" Here she was stopped by Skye.

"You have absolutely no right to talk about me that way, Mrs Drupee. You are no better than me, and you never will be. You also have no right to speak of Alex as a jerk. He is wonderful person who is a thousand times better than you are. As a matter of fact, I don't know how he ever fell in love you with it he first place. I don't know how you managed to trick him into it, but I do know that you blew it when you let him go. You could never get as lucky in a million years, and you certainly haven't been so with Dexter. As for what you are saying about Jeffrey, are you completely out of your mind? He. Is. Your. Son. Your son! You know, the one who is 50% of your genes, though thank goodness you can't tell. Remember? You gave birth to him?"

By this point Skye had Jeffrey's mother backed up against the wall, and the look on the her face was priceless. Despite the circumstances, Jeffrey couldn't help but grin. Only Skye could defend someone to the point where she looked fierce that her victim wanted to run away as fast as their legs could carry them. Jeffrey decided to just stand back and enjoy the show.

"Look at me, Mrs Drupee. I don't care if you never like me, and I don't care if you never speak to Alex again (in fact, I would rather you didn't), but you cannot talk to my fiancé that way and get away with it. Face it; he isn't a little boy any more. You can't lock him up in his room and throw away the key. He is grown up, and he can make his only decisions. Just be thankful that he hasn't decided that he want nothing to do with you. Goodnight."

And with that, Skye grabbed Jeffrey by the hand and ran out of the house.

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