Whilst driving Lee to work that morning, I decided to discuss giving my room to Gavin. This was the perfect opportunity without the kids.

"Hey Lee." I started off, concentrating on the road. "I know Gavin doesn't really like sharing a room with Paul and Phillip, so I was thinking that I could give up my room and I could move into yours?"

"Sure. Why not? That way you don't have to always sneak in when the kids are sleeping; with the excuse that you can't sleep." He said teasingly. Out the corner of my eye, I could see a grin slowly creeping across his face.

"Its not an excuse!" I argued. I knew it wasn't any good because he knew me from top to bottom and he also knew when I was lying. Ok, so I did come up with the excuse just so I could spend some alone time with him.

"You can't blame me for wanting to spend alone time with you."

"True. So, you going to tell him?" he asked me.

"Yeah, why not."

"Ok." He simply replied.

We arrived at Lee's work and I gave him a quick kiss before heading off down the road. I wasn't really all that late to school. Being a large school, you would think it wouldn't be too hard to make friends; wrong. I hadn't made any friends. I quite like the ones at Wirrawee and I wasn't getting too settled here. This was just temporary until I found a part time job somewhere. Until then, I was stuck here. I wish I had Bronte here with me at least. I had even thought about joining the all girls school that Fi attended, but I didn't really think it was my scene. So I spent my lunch hours at home. At least then I could get some house work done.

The day slowly ticked on by and even with the break I was given to go home, it was still a drag. I was halfway through Geography when Mrs. Sanders from in the office came to get me. When I got to the office I got a really big shock. There, standing in the door was Homer. I couldn't help but let out a gasp of pure joy. I hugged him in a death grip and then let him go when everyone started looking at us. Oh well, I didn't care.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"What? An old friend can't pop on by and see you?" he replied with a smirk. "Go and get your bag, we're leaving." He half ordered.

"Yes sir." I saluted him playfully. We were still getting stares when Homer went with me to get my bag. I guess he wasn't the usual schoolboy, but I didn't really notice.

Once in the safety of the car, he told me why he was really here.

"We've had a tip off from the Pimpernel. There's been some illegal happenings in Stratton and I've been sent to check it out." He explained.

I gave a nod.

"Does Lee know you're here?" I asked.

"Yep, I was gonna go and pick him up after work."

"So that's what he meant when he said that he's catching a lift with a mate…" I trailed off. I changed the subject, trying to ignore the nervousness I felt for Homer and Lee. I really didn't like these missions.

"So how's Wirrawee? And the farm?" I asked.

"Getting there, to both of them. Mr. Young hasn't touch the house, but he sometimes sends the kids over to clean it and stuff, not that there's much to clean."

"Oh."

There was a moment of silence between us, but it wasn't awkward, just me concentrating on the road. Homer broke the silence.

"You miss it, don't you?"

"Of course I miss it. Its where I grew up, where we grew up. There are so many memories that I've left behind, but It was for the best. Gavin wasn't safe there and neither was I." I explained, still looking straight ahead.

"So…how are you and Lee going?" he asked. I swatted his arm playfully.

"Ow! What did I do?" he said holding his arm.

"You know what!" I retorted. There goes Homer again… "But seriously, I'm glad you're here. I hate that school."

"Maybe I should drop by more often."

"Yeah." I agreed.

We arrived home and Homer went straight to the fridge.

"You eating these leftovers?" he said, pulling pretty much everything out of the fridge. There wasn't much in there, I had been meaning to go shopping. I guess that day was tomorrow.

"Nah, you can have them." I replied as I plonked myself on the couch.

Homer pulled out the sausages from last night and put them in the microwave. He then pulled out the orange juice carton and poured us both a glass. The microwave started to beep as Homer took me my glass of juice.

"You really need a new microwave." He commented.

"Talk to Lee about that one. I'm broke." I said, turning on the T.V.

Homer came over and literally plonked himself down on my couch in his usual fashion.

"So Lee brings all the money in, huh?" he asked with a mouthful of chewed up sausages.

"Yeah, I'm looking for a fulltime job so I can leave school." I said, taking a sip of juice.

"Hey, you know I saw a sign saying help wanted at the café down the road. You probably know it? Its called Le Grande. They got nice coffee."

"Have." I corrected him. Funny, I had lost everything but my punctuation and grammar during the war.

"Ok, well I'll just have to drop my resume in on my way to do shopping tomorrow." I said finishing up my drink and taking it over to the sink.

"Resume?" he asked, eating the last bit on his plate.

"You know, a reference for your boss when applying for a job?"

"Job?" Now he was being stupid. As I walked back to the couch, I thumped him on the back of the head.

"Oi! What was that for?"

"You know what for." I said again, but sternly. He gave me a grin in return and put his plate and cup up in the sink.

"The kids will be getting home soon." I stated.

"So…?" he started off.

"So…you'll have to play uncle Homer for the night." I pretty much ordered.

"Really?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yep"

"And why's that?" he said, lifting an eyebrow in the process.

"Oh come on! We've looked after them for ages! Now, it's your turn."

"Do I get a say?" he said quizzingly.

"Yeah, sure. You can do the dishes now, or do them when the kids are in bed." I said, trying not to laugh.

"Fat chance. The missions on tonight."

"Well, I guess your doing them now." And with that, I threw the tea towel so it landed on top of his head. He shook his head violently before it dropped to the ground.

"Pick it up!" I ordered him.

"Make me!" he shouted back.

"Oh, its on."

I raced and grabbed the tea towel and started to twirl it around and then hit the back of his legs with it. Homer gave a yelp like a dog who's paw has been stepped on and we ran around the couch like this until we were both huffing and puffing. I collapsed onto the couch with the tea towel still in my hand.

"Don't…think…this changes….anything." I said breathlessly. Homer gave a cheeky grin and too flopped onto the couch.

Just at that moment, the kids came rushing into the house.