Author's Note: I am so overwhelmed with school work that my brain won't let me write any school work! So instead I write fic? Oh dear. This is a request for the kids getting busted at a house party/getting caught with a college guy at a house party. Kind of a two-for-one.

A Vacation

It was only natural to be a little nervous. It was the first time they were going away, all four of them, leaving the kids behind. For a full weekend, no less. It was true enough that Vince was 19 now, a college student who had been steered down a path of responsibility by his mother. His 16 year-old cousin was the less-behaved of the two, but they had made it clear to Vince that he was in charge, and that he was expected to exercise his adult responsibility.

Mia was certain he would keep everything under control. Mostly.

It was only a weekend.

It had actually been Brian's idea to take a weekend trip to Vegas. They'd been working particularly hard at the garage when he brought it up, citing that they would all enjoy a little gambling, and a little time away from the kids. Mia had thought about a morning spent at the spa and talked Letty into agreeing to go with her. The weekend was all planned. Well, loosely structured. It was a vacation, after all.

So they closed the garage on Friday and left Thursday night after work, piled into Dom's car, Brian riding shot gun while the girls sat in the back. It was like old times, only with less hijacking and danger. Vince promised to pick his cousin up after school on Friday and promised to make sure she did her homework and crossed his heart that the house would be just as clean as his mother left it when they got back on Sunday night.

As they drove off, Dom told his sister that it was highly unlikely.

"Why?" she asked, scooting to get comfortable in the back seat. "He knows how to clean up after himself."

"Yeah when you supervise," Dom answered, laughing.

"That's true," Brian added. "I've seen his room."

Mia frowned to herself. "Oh god. I just hope he doesn't throw a party or something."

"Yeah," Letty laughed. "That's totally going to happen, by the way."

"What?" Mia turned her head to look at her, narrowing her eyes. "Why would you say that?"

"Because what would your brother have done when he was 19?"

"Thrown a party," Mia admitted.

"And what would Brian have done when he was 19?" Letty asked.

"Thrown a party," he put in from the front seat.

Sighing, Mia slumped in defeat. "You guys suck. I want to enjoy my vacation. Now I'm going to be worrying about it."

"Don't sweat it, girl," Letty said, sitting back in her seat looking totally relaxed. "Vince is too smart to break or damage anything important. If they do anything really stupid we'll ground them for eternity when we get home. Just enjoy the vacation and don't think about it."

"Words of wisdom," Dom agreed. "Enough about the kids. We're officially on vacation."

0000

"We are officially done with vacation," Dom said as they pulled down the street where Brian and Mia's house was. He slowed as they approached, and it didn't miss anyone's notice that there were an awful lot of cars crowding the street, filling the long driveway and even blocking it. It was after midnight on a Sunday night, but all the lights on the house were on, and as they pulled up in front of the house they could hear the faint thump of music.

"You have got to be kidding me," Mia groaned, looking up and down the block. "My house is going to be a disaster area!"

Dom parked the car alongside his daughter's car, because she sure as hell wasn't going anywhere. "Let's go take care of this," he told them as he climbed out of the car, the rest of them following suit. "Brian, Mia, you two head around back. We don't want anyone fleeing the scene."

"What are you going to do?" Mia asked as they slipped between the cars parked tightly together.

"I guess we'll find out," he replied, heading for the front door.

Letty followed him as the other two disappeared around the side of the house. Dom opened the door and the music was competing with the sounds of people talking, laughing. In the front room two card tables had been shoved together and some people were playing the timeless game of beer pong. Some kids were crowded around the television playing a video game. Two couples were making out on the couch. Through the front room to the dining room they caught a glimpse of the table that was laden with bottles of hard liquor, plastic cups and a pair of large metal tubs full of beers chilling in mostly melted ice water. There were boxes of pizza, mostly empty, stacked atop a chair. Used cups and plates were scattered across the table or other empty surfaces. Mia was surely going to lose it.

Letty was standing beside him, open-mouthed. She glanced up at her husband. "I can't believe they had the nerve to pull this on the day we were coming home," she muttered.

"I bet the party started yesterday," he replied.

He was about to head for the kitchen to see what had happened with Mia and Brian when he heard his sister's voice carrying briefly over the music, to the tune of what sounded like 'what the hell were you thinking?'

"Sounds like they found Vince," Letty said.

But Dom barely heard her, catching sight of his daughter coming down the stairs, a beer bottle in her hand, wearing a pair of ripped up tiny cut-off shorts and a tight red tank top. Some guy he didn't know had his arm around her shoulders and she was grinning at him while he said something. Said guy also looked far too old to have his hands on Dom's daughter. He was probably one of Vince's college friends. But whoever he was, he was about to get his ass kicked.

Dom was halfway to the steps when his daughter noticed him and her dark eyes went wide. She shoved her beer into the mystery guy's hand and hastily stepped out from under his arm, hurrying down the steps. "Papi!" she said, her voice overly loud and nervous. Her gaze skipped past his shoulder to her mother, whom she looked at pleadingly. Letty only shook her head, looking disappointed.

She crossed to the stereo and hit the power, dropping the house into sudden silence. Lots of kids turned to stare. Some immediately got the picture, abandoning their drinks or games and booking it for the door.

Those who didn't move continued to stare as Dom glared murderously at the guy on the steps. "Everybody out!" he shouted.

Kids scattered, and the guy on the stairs tried to make his own escape. Dom pointed at him. "Not you."

The guy froze.

Once the house was mostly empty, Mia and Brian came out of the kitchen with Vince, who was looking incredibly guilty. He refused to look at his cousin or aunt and uncle, choosing to stare at his feet instead.

"What's your name?" Dom asked the guy who had put his hands on his daughter.

"Uh… Michael," he managed to reply, taking a slow step back.

"Michael. I better not see you ever again. And especially not around my sixteen year old daughter. Got it?"

Eyes wide, Michael nodded hastily.

"Good. Get the fuck out."

Michael didn't need to be told twice.

When the teens and their parents were alone there was silence once again, guilty shifting of feet by the younger generation. Finally, Mia prodded her son in the back.

"Vincent. Why don't you apologize to Uncle Dom and Aunt Letty? They trusted you to be the adult here. We trusted you to. We're all very disappointed. In both of you."

Vince shuffled slightly. "I didn't mean to let it get so out of control… and I… know we shouldn't have been drinking cause we're all underage… but I thought you guys would be chill... Like didn't you have parties when you were my age?"

"That's not the point," Brian said slowly. "The point is that your cousin is only 16 years old and you had her drinking at a party with college guys. You were not being responsible in the least. You know we're not that strict about letting you have some beers but there's a huge difference between a couple of beers with your family and all this," he gestured to the collection of alcohol on the table, "with a bunch of other underage kids."

"You know you could have gotten arrested if one of the neighbors had called the cops to complain," Mia said. "And look at my house! It's a wreck. What were you thinking Vincent Jesse?"

Vince cringed, rubbing a hand through his hair. "I guess I wasn't thinking…" he muttered.

"Well you'll have time to think about it when you're cleaning this whole house," Mia replied. "And when you're grounded for the rest of the month."

"Mom!" he gasped. "Grounded? I'm nineteen!"

"You sure as hell weren't acting nineteen. Now get to work." She pointed to the kitchen and he trudged back in that direction, her hot on his heels.

Brian looked at the other two. "See you guys at the garage tomorrow," he muttered, already looking exhausted as he contemplated the night ahead.

Nodding, Dom turned away to look at his daughter, who was silently standing at the foot of the stairs trying not to draw attention to herself.

"Get in the car," he ordered and she hurriedly complied, booking it out the front door.

Letty and Dom followed her. Wisely, she bypassed her own vehicle and slid into the back of her Dad's car, still silent, as though she could wipe the earlier memory of her bad behavior away by being as quiet as possible. Once her parents were in the car they sat there in mutual silence for a moment. Then Letty turned around in her seat to look at her in disbelief.

"What were you thinking?" she demanded.

"It was Vince's idea?" the teen offered weakly.

"Try again," her mother said. "I'm betting it was a joint effort."

"Well… we uh… I mean we just wanted to have a few friends over and hang out. But then they invited more people and they invited people and then it went around at V's college campus and soon there were just a lot of people there, and they brought most of the booze…"

"And I bet they forced you to drink that booze too, huh?" Dom asked, eyebrow raised as he met her gaze in the rearview mirror.

She dropped her head shamefully. "No…"

"Not to mention the fact that you didn't seem to have made your friend Michael there aware of how young you were," Letty said.

"Mamiiiii," the girl whined. "It didn't come up. He's only 20… that's like the difference between you and Dad."

"Don't even start with that," Letty replied. "You are not us. And you hardly knew that boy. You do not get drunk at parties with strange boys."

Sighing, the girl nodded her head. "Yes Mami."

"Now tomorrow after school you're coming over here to help Vince clean Aunt Mia's whole house," Dom said, starting up the engine on his car. "You will clean it until she says it's spotless. And you're grounded. For the next two months."

She gaped. "Two months? Vince only got one!"

"Yeah well you don't have Vince's parents. "

"You suck," she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest as she sulked low in her seat.

"I bet you'll never do it again, will you?" Letty asked, turning to face forward again, buckling her seat belt.

"I want new parents," she complained instead of replying, staring out the window as her father pulled down the street and headed for home.

"Maybe if you behave yourself we'll consider shortening it," Dom said. The teen sighed and sulked quietly in the back seat and he turned to look at his wife. She shook her head, small smile on her lips.

"I wish we were still on vacation," she murmured.