Maddie and Mary sat together on the wide "front step" of their home. Maddie was busy reinforcing the ramp for the elephants' act. Mary was sewing new costumes for the Graysons' act. Both were laughing like hyenas.

"I miss timed my jump and wound up grabbing John around the knees instead of the ankles; the fabric started to slip and I-"

"And you pantsed him!?"

"Right in front of the entire circus. Luckily it was only a rehearsal, or Mr. Haly would have had our heads."

"I feel as if he would have been laughing right along with everyone else."

"Oh, he was, but we could still tell that he was glad it didn't happen in a performance. So that's why all of our costumes are one pieces now."

Maddie smiled warmly at Mary; trying hard not to laugh at her misfortune. "Well did I ever tell you about the time that Jack sucked our house into a parallel dimension?"

"I can't say that you have."

"It was a couple years ago; Jazz wasn't even one yet. And I left him alone with her for an hour while I went to the store. When I came back our half of the rental house was gone and I was swarmed by our angry neighbors. To make a long story short, Jack was able to bring the house back, but we were never allowed to rent there ever again."

"Well I can't say that I blame your landlord."

"Oh, I didn't either. But Jack was so mad because he had managed to fix the house so that you couldn't even tell there had been an issue, but we still didn't get our deposit back. He wound up "accidentally" spraying the man with a garden hose on our way out of town."

Jazz was babysitting. Or, well, she was watching the clown who had been asked to watch her and the twins. Mr. and Mrs. Grayson were practicing for tomorrows performance and her parents had been called away to fix the tiger enclosure which was malfunctioning.

The clown, Louis she thought he was called, was apparently the Grayson's go to babysitter, as he was one of the few people that could keep up with their hyperactive boys. Jazz however couldn't understand why the clown was watching her also.

She was twice the age of the boys and much too old to need a sitter. Besides, she was much more mature than the older clown, so she took it upon herself to watch Louis and make sure that he didn't mess anything up.

The clown had bought them all popcorn (maybe he wasn't so bad after all) and they were currently eating it in the big tent while they watched the older Graysons practice.

The couple twisted and turned, leaping from one hanging bar to the next. At one point Mrs. Grayson wound up hanging from her husband's toes, holding on only with her knees, which were wrapped around his ankles. Even Jazz had to admit that she was impressed.

Eventually the Graysons came down and retrieved their children from Louis, who had to leave to make it to the clown rehearsal on time. It was then that John noticed the Look of aww in Jazz's eye. "You liked what you saw?"

Jazz only nodded in affirmative.

"Just wait till these guys can get up there with us," he said picking up Danny. "The act always looks better with more people in the air."

Jazz noticed the wistful look in his eye and remember on old flying Graysons poster that she had seen. That's right, the act used to have more people. That was until Mr. Grayson's parents died (old age she was told) and his aunt left the circus. Jazz suddenly felt sorry for the man who seemed to live for the moments when his entire family was in the air together. "I guess it will be a while before these guys join you," she said gesturing to the twins.

"Maybe sooner than you think," said Mr. Grayson. "My parents started bringing me up when I was three."

"Well maybe not three," Mrs. Grayson said; clearly uncomfortable with the idea of her twins, who were already almost three, being up on the trapeze.

"I wasn't flying on my own. My parents did everything for me; I was just being passed around."

"We'll see," Mrs. Grayson said smiling sweetly at her husband, clearly unwilling to continue this conversation in front of Jazz.

For her part, Jazz agreed with Mrs. Grayson, three was way too young to be up there. But she thought, noticing the way that the boys hung from their parents, as if trying to leap into the air; Mrs. Grayson might not be able to keep her boys away from the trapeze for much longer, even if she tried.

A/N: I won't usually be able to get new chapters out this fast, but your response was so positive that I couldn't help but make time to write. This chapter is even longer than the other two, so I hope you like it.

Feel free to leave a review if you see anything wrong (or even if you don't.)

And this is a response to Guest of Honor: Yes, this will remain largely canon compliant.