A/N: 'Ello there readers. Not much to say, other than the obvious. I.e., that I own only the plot, and this is the second chapter. As to the title, I thought it sorta fit along with the title of the first. It a weird kind of way.

"Wyatt, do you mind? You're getting water in my eyes," Glitch leaned against the side of the tub, flicking his wet curls from his eyes.

"Nope, I don't mind. Do you mind?" Cain cupped his hand once more and poured a thin stream of water over Glitch's head.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do mind."

"Oh well."

"Oh well? What do you mean oh well? Wyatt! St-" Glitch was cut off as Cain wrapped his arms around him and pulled him backward, to lean against his chest. Glitch sighed in resignation, and slid into the water. It was too hot to stay annoyed at Wyatt. Not that he ever really could anyway.

"I just realized something," Glitch mumbled. "Mhm?" "I left the food out there." "Too comfortable to move," Wyatt answered. His head case agreed, and they lay in the still pleasantly cool water until the sun was at high noon.

Reluctantly they dried off, and dressed. Glitch in on of his favorite red and black striped shirts and baggy brown pants. They weren't lab wear, or befitting of an advisor to the Queen, but the humidity level was far too high for anything else. Cain, for his part pulled on a loose white linen shirt and his typical sinfully tight pants. He claimed they weren't as stuffy as they looked, and Glitch was not going say anything against them.

The pair usually spent their days in Glitch's lab, where somehow, it was cooler. Cain lounged on the sofa against one wall, while Glitch worked on whatever invention he thought of. Cain didn't pay that much attention. He was there to make sure the inventor didn't overwork himself, and took breaks for meals…and such.

The 'and such' was where they were when Wes stormed in.

Glitch jumped back from Wyatt, whose neck he had been intent on kissing and giving a hickey, nearly falling to the floor.

"Something wrong-Wes! What happened?" Wes was sporting a bruise under his eye, and a split lip.

"Hugh happened to me," Wes growled, sitting down on the lab stool. At his parents' blank looks, he sighed and elaborated.

"Hugh. Wren's boyfriend. I was sitting, eating lunch with her, when he decided to ruin it in his stupid thick in the head way. He asked why she hung out with me, since I was just a freak with two dads." Glitch and Wyatt exchanged a look at that. They weren't exactly a typical family, but they were not freaks.

"I couldn't just sit there after that, nor after he shoved me out of my seat and took my lunch. Thus, my fist met his face at a rather high velocity considering my thin frame."

'Only Wes, and Glitch, could describe getting into a fight like some simple math equation,' Cain thought.

But that didn't take care of the face his youngest son had gotten into a fight. He really disliked this Hugh guy. He was a big muscular athletic type, with no real manners or smarts. But he acted the perfect gentleman around Wren and DG. Frankly, he, Glitch and Blake all agreed that Hugh wasn't good enough for Wren.

"Did he get in trouble?" Glitch asked. "Not much. He blamed it on me. Said I threw the first punch. Which I did, but he shoved me first," Wes grumbled.

Before either of them could answer, Wren was stalking in, and punching Wes soundly in the arm.

"Ow! What was that for?" he rubbed his arm. Wren went on as though her 'uncles' weren't there. "Hugh just dumped me, thanks to you Wesley!" "How is that my fault?" "You threw the first punch, but I still defended you. I felt bad that he called you a freak with two dads, 'cause you're not," Wren brushed a few tears from her eyes. She had been very attached to Hugh.

"Well, if he's going to be like that, maybe it's for the best. Maybe it wasn't meant to be?" Wyatt suggested delicately.

Glitch groaned. Wyatt knew nothing about dealing with highly emotional teenage girls. Neither did he for that manner, but he at least had the sense not to say something like that.

"Oh please Uncle Wyatt! You can't seriously take his side every time!" she cried. "He's in the wrong! He made H-Hugh dump me!" She stomped out, braids whipping around her head, crying. "Nice job dad," Wes sighed.

"That could've gone better," Cain murmured sardonically. "Are you alright Wes?" "I will be. Except I've got homework," Wes said dejectedly, toting his bag to his room, which had, before he was born, been Wyatt's room.

As their son left, Glitch sighed happily. "Wes likes Wren a lot, doesn't he?" "Oh yea, definitely," Cain answered. "Although, with them arguing like that, and school letting out in a few days, it's going to be even more unbearable here," Glitch said. "I know, they're worse than we were. Although, we could lock ourselves in here for the duration," Cain suggested with one arched eyebrow. "It's a thought. A thought with merit."

Glitch was right in his guess. The days following were unbearable.

Wes and Wren spent everyday sniping at each other, and it wore on Cain's nerves, DG's and Blake's, even Glitch's. When a rogue chicken bone hit Cain in the shoulder at dinner one night, which Wren had aimed at Wes, he had had enough.

"Alright! Wesley, Wren, both of you to your rooms!" Cain gave the guilty pair his best Tin Man glower, which even made Glitch pale slightly. Cain could still strike fear into a person's heart with a glance if he wanted.

But the two rebelled. "But da-ad!" "Uncle Wyatt!" "Go!" he pointed up to the stairs. They sulked off, and Cain sat back down.

"We have to get them out of the palace. I'm not sure I can take much more of this," he sighed. "Why not Finaqua? We haven't been in a while, and the summer palace will be a nice change of scenery. Maybe get them friends again?" DG asked. "We could all use a vacation too," Blake added. "Anything, just as long as it's soon," Cain answered. "We should bring along Raw, Kalm, Victoria, and maybe Az and Jeb," Glitch said finishing his dinner.

They all agreed on that, and DG left orders to send an invite to them all in the morning.

Walking up the hall, Wren was laying all the blame on Wes.

"This is all your fault."

"Me? You're the one that threw the chicken bone," Wes snapped.

"It's your fault Hugh dumped me. Now I've got to spend the whole summer with you."

"Oh thanks Wren, that makes me feel great."

"It wasn't meant to."

"You're a spoiled brat of a princess."

"And you're a skinny, scrawny nerd," Wren slammed her door, leaving Wes in the hall. He shuffled into his room, fuming, awaiting his parents to tell him how much trouble he was in.

He was not expecting them to tell him to pack, they were going to Finaqua.

However, if the parents of the two teenagers were expecting the journey to be pleasant, they were wrong.

The journey from Finaqua where Glitch and Cain had been arguing the whole time and not getting together was nothing compared to the journey with two argumentative teens.

Wes and Wren, once the best of friends, hardly spoke to each other, and kept their horses far from each other as well. Although, every once in a while, Wes was spotted gazing at Wren with something akin to puppy love. But then she would glare at him, and he would return in kind.

"This is going great," DG said sarcastically, as they made camp one last time before they reached Finaqua. "Well, it could be worse," Kalm answered. "How?" Raw looked at his young friend. Both of them, and Victoria had been able to join them. Az was away though, and Jeb couldn't leave his wife, who was due to give birth soon. "Well…at least they're being pretty quiet," Kalm shrugged.

Loud yelling broke the peaceful campsite, and an apple came flying out of the trees toward Glitch. Cain hastily pulled him out of the way, and once the apple landed, Glitch scrambled over and snagged it, munching away happily, not even caring that the fruit had nearly taken off his head.

Wes and Wren tumbled into the clearing, him with a red mark on his arm, she with her copper hair messed up.

"She threw an apple at me!" he cried. "I was just going to toss it at him. I know he likes apples. Not my fault he can't catch," Wren said defensively. "You whipped it at me at a very high speed and trajectory. I don't call that tossing!" "Oh go play with your chemistry set!"

Wes flushed, because he had in fact brought one. But she didn't need to tease him about him.

However, before he could come up with a retort, DG interrupted, surprisingly authoritative. "Enough. The both of you have been a pair of obnoxious brats, who were raised better. You used to be so close. Now hug and make up!"

"But, mummy, I don't want to!" Wren whined. "I'm not thrilled either sweetheart," Wes snapped. "Wren, do as your mother tells you," Blake warned. "You too Wesley," Glitch added, suddenly stern and dad-like.

Slowly, reluctantly, Wes and Wren moved toward each other. They hugged quickly and dashed into their separate tents a few yards away. "What happened to them? They used to be the best of friends," 'Toria wondered.

"I know. Like how they used to steal your hat Wyatt?" Glitch chuckled. "Wonder where they picked that up though?" Wyatt said, giving Glitch a look. "I just have no clue. I myself would never ever dream of taking a Tin Man's hat." They grinned at each other, a warm, slightly lustful grin.

"Anyway," DG interjected, before Wyatt and Glitch forgot they were in mixed company and started going at it like stoned rabbits. "What about having the same birthday? That was one hell of a day. Hours of friggin' labor."

"At least you were made to have kids though doll. I wasn't. But it was worth all that bloody pain. He's got your attitude though Wyatt," Glitch stretched backward, his back cracking slightly. "What? 'Scuse me, but who was the one messing with my mind way back, and who punched me in the face?" Glitch looked thoughtful, "I believe that would have been me. But who ripped my coat?" "DG fixed it."

"And his pants," DG snickered. "Oh yea. Nothing like walking in on a head case in just his shorts," Cain grinned. "I'll never forget it. 'Where are your pants?!' and then I walk in on them two wrapped around each other," she mock kissed at them. "Just thought I'd point out, that night, I also caught and made dinner," Blake added proudly. "Yes, you did. And it was very good hun," DG kissed the top of his head.

From a few yards off, they heard a muffled, "Urgh!"

"Wren, what are you doing?" Blake looked behind him at his daughter. "Nothing daddy," Wren ducked back into her tent. "Wes, I know you're there too," Wyatt added. "No I'm not!" The tent flap fluttered shut.

"Not very sneaky are they?" Cain sighed, settling back down. "Nope. But I suppose we were like that at their age," Glitch mumbled. "I can't recall all the details. I do remember Leona though. Pretty, but mean. Picked on me for being brainy." "Who hasn't though?" "Yea, but Wyatt, where with you all, it's gentle teasing. With her, it was intended to hurt. And it did. And then there was the whole zipper in the head, which frightened a lot of people for whatever reason."

Cain noticed Glitch's expression darkening as he got lost in unpleasant memories. Before he got too absorbed, he set about comforting him. "I'm sorry sweetheart. Must've been rough. But, it's better now right?" He ran his fingers through Glitch's curls. "Mm-hmm," Glitch said softly, relaxing against Wyatt.

"I still take most of the credit for you two finally getting together by the way," DG murmured. "Fine by me kiddo. And, it is appreciated," Cain said quietly.

In their tents, Wes and Wren had actually cooled off somewhat. And as their tents were rather close, they could sort of apologize.

"I'm…uh, sorry Hugh broke up with you. I didn't mean for anything like that to happen. You shouldn't have defended me," Wes mumbled.

"Well, I had to didn't I? I mean, you're my best friend right?" Wren said back, just as quietly.

"Am I? You haven't been the nicest to me of late," Wes couldn't help the reproving tone in his voice.

"Yea, well, I guess I'm sorry for that too. I was just mad he'd dump me just for defending you," Wren sighed heavily. "Ditto."

"Can you believe them out there? Urgh," she giggled. "My parents are so…just, all over each other like that. If I get a little brother or sister, I'm going to live with Jeb. Even if I have to baby sit my little niece or nephew." "Can I come? Grandma's started hounding me about being a proper princess," Wren sounded like she was making a face at the very thought.

"Don't you want to be a princess? I thought you did?" "I do. Just, lessons with Tutor are so dull. And I keep getting confused between which forks I'm supposed to use at dinner." "At least you're not expected to be an advisor," Wes said a little darkly. "I don't mean that I don't like working with my dad, and I love inventing. But I'm not into politics and the like." "Do your dads know?" Wren asked. "Not really." "Mine don't know either," Wren answered.

"I'm glad we're friends again though. And I do want to get to Finaqua. I don't remember it much from when we were little," Wes confessed. "Me too. I do remember that it was very nice, and peaceful." "Yes, well, I'm gonna read for a bit before it gets too dark. G'night Wren." "Night Wes."

Outside the tents, DG crept back to the clearing where a campfire was set up. "They're friends again," she whispered. "Great!" Glitch sighed. "About time," Wyatt agreed. "And tomorrow we get to Finaqua," Blake murmured sleepily.

A/N: d'you think, maybe, if it's not too much trouble, you could review? I'm sorta curious as to how people think I'm doing.