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Guest Who Died of Fluff: CLEAR! *shocks you with mandarin oranges*

Summary: Robbers need to learn not to mess with the Stewarts. *Note: This is set a few weeks after the last chapters.*

Cornelius Robin was a seemingly average man- 40 years old, 5 feet 8 inches, unmarried, worked as a skip tracer for some time befe becoming an accountant. He had an average amount of friends, shared an apartment with his best mate, and dated a girl from the office. He didn't stand out in a crowd.

By nightfall, everything changed. He was known infamously on the streets as "the Nightingale", one of the most successful and well known robbers in the state. In the cover of night, Cornelius and his roommate crept through houses, stealing valuables and not afraid to use their weapon, whatever it happened to be that night. He had even killed at least three people, (something he bragged about extensively to his mates) and had never been caught once.

No one expected Cornelius Robin to break windows and ransack homes.

With that thought in mind, the Nightingale smirked as he snuck past the mailbox with "the Stewarts" painted on it with a child's handwriting, and shattered the front window.

Ruby was a light sleeper.

She couldn't help it. Six years of fear and two of being on the run basically killed any chance that she would be able to not spring awake of the sound of a raccoon knocking over a garbage can outside.

So when she heard glass breaking somewhere in the house, Ruby immediately sat up in bed and shook a bleary Liam awake.

"Wha's goin' on?" Liam asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes while sitting up in bed.

Ruby covered a hand over his mouth. "Someone's breaking into the house." She whispered quickly. Liam's eyes sharpened. "You get the kids, I'll keep them busy." Liam nodded, and both stood silently and padded off in separate ways, Liam heading for the kids' room next door and Ruby taking the stairs two floors down to whatever idiots thought it was okay breaking into their home.

Amelia did not like being waked up at 2 in the morning.

"Amelia, you have to get up, right now." Her dad's voice pulled her out of the wonderful dream she was having.

"Whaaaaat?" She moaned dramatically.

"Amelia someone's breaking into the house."

Amelia snapped her eyes open and jumped out of bed, almost directly into Finn who fidgeting nervously and pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

"Okay, what's the plan?" Amelia said, rubbing her hands together in preparation.

"The plan is that you and your brother and going to wait in the closet and call the police while your mother and I take care of this." Liam told her sternly. He placed the home phone in Finn's hands, who was as jumpy as a live wire.

"What?! Dad, I wanna help! I can control my powers just fine now and I bet I could take those guys!" Amelia yell-whispered angrily.

"Amelia, no. It could be dangerous and we don't want you getting hurt. That's final." Liam told her quickly, ushering her and Finn into the closet and closing the door.

Amelia humphed and crossed her hands across her chest, while Finn dialed 911 with twitching fingers.

Ruby's expression was calm and steeled as she stealthily snuck behind a short, portly man going through some of the cabinets. As he was about to turn around, she plunged into his mind without hesitation.

A life in grey and dull colors passed before Ruby eyes as she clinically turned over memories. The man had stilled and his face wiped in a blank look, hunched over the cabinet. With very little effort, Ruby made the man empty his knapsack, returning the items back into the cabinets. As the man emptied the rest of his bag, a trembling voice behind Ruby spoke.

"Don't move."

Ruby pulled back from the first man's mind, just enough that she had control over him but still could focus on the tall man behind her. She turned to face him.

"Don't move! I'll shoot you, I really will." The gun in the man's hand shook more than his voice, and Ruby suppressed the urge to snort at his "threat."

Ruby had reached a dilemma. She could definitely take the easy way and just rip up their minds, but she had more mercy than that- besides, they deserved jail. She could probably take them down in hand-to-hand combat just as easily, but the second she moved the man would shoot, and even though he had shaking hands, he still might hit her. Decisions, decisions.

Just when Ruby was about to go for it, the gun in the man's hand flew and skidded to the ground, stopping at Ruby's feet.

"Sorry I took so long. Am I late?" Liam said from the stairs. Ruby rolled her eyes and the man looked terrified.

"It's about time." Ruby said, harshly removing herself from the portly man's mind, hopefully enough to knock him out. She stepped forward to the cowering man, easily dodging the sloppy punches and kicks. She crouched and side-swept him, the man tumbling to the ground. She planted a knee in his back and restrained his wrists above his head, effectively pinning him.

"Now, when the police come to pick up you and your friend over there, be sure to tell all your friends never to mess with the Stewarts again-or we'll make you do more than pee your pants." Ruby said in a calm, razor edged voice.

Behind her, the other man had regained consciousness. And he was holding a gun.

A gunshot rang out.

Amelia had been waiting in the closet, bored out of her mind, as Finn spoke to the woman on the phone who was acting as if they were 5.

"Don't worry sweeties, everything will be all right." The woman spoke in a rushed tone, as if they were sobbing on the other end.

Ugh. Amelia had seen her parents use their abilities and take down a couple guys before. She had complete faith that her parents would take these guys down, and was irritated that she couldn't show off some more things Maeve had taught her.

Then, a gunshot.

The phone in Finn's hand crackled with electricity before short circuiting. Amelia looked to her brother with wide eyes, communicating with a single look.

Go.

Amelia flung the door open so hard it dented the wall, (something her parents would not be happy about) and dashed out the closet, Finn on her heels. She thundered down the stairs and jumped off once she got halfway, and didn't even bother to look before she set the pants of two unknown figures on fire with a blink and Finn sent a shock through them.

Ruby's grip had faltered when Mr. Portly fired, giving the tall one the opportunity to throw her off and scramble to his feet. The shot was a mile off, hitting the wall way to the right of Ruby, and Liam had the gun out of his hands before he had the chance to reload.

When Ruby was about to tackle the man again, his pant leg caught fire and he jumped as if he had been electrocuted. Suddenly the two thieves were rolling around the floor like a pair of flopping fish, trying to extinguish the flames licking up their legs.

Ruby stood and brushed off her nightdress, and turned to the staircase.

Amelia's eyes shone with the glowing embers of a fire, her blonde hair wisping around her with a fiery passion. Finn had slipped off his black rubber bracelets and his fawn colored hair was tousled, the air around him super-charged with electricity. They looked...passionate, terrifyingly in control.

Powerful.

Ruby saw intensity and compassion and was surprised to realize that she had seen this look before on her own face and Liam's.

"Amelia Olivia Stewart!" Liam bellowed as he pinned the fat man's hands behind his back. "What did I tell you about staying upstairs?"

"Well when we heard the gunshot, Finn shocked the phone! It's not like the police aren't coming!" A shout outside the door and a crash alerted the police's presence.

Men and women suited in bullet-proof vests and guns in hand swarmed into the room, and were slightly ruffled to see that the men had already been taken down.

"We'll take it from here ma'am." A woman with auburn hair stated as she handcuffed the tall man who was currently trying to struggle in the binds. A young man handcuffed Mr. Portly, nodding at Liam in acknowledgment before roughly pulling the man to his feet and listing his rights.

Ruby turned to Amelia and Finn. Amelia was telling Finn about some "plan" she had and Finn was shaking exasperatedly.

Ruby narrowed her eyes. "Amelia, you cannot become secret neighborhood superheroes with your brother."

Amelia looked shocked. "Did you just read my mind?" She asked in half-wonder.

"No. A mother always knows."

"But mom, just think: 'The Stewart Superheroes.' It'll be awesome!" Amelia exclaimed excitedly.

"No." Ruby stated firmly. "Besides, you and your brother are grounded for two weeks anyways."

"What?!" The twins exclaimed, scandalized. "Why?"

"You disobeyed direct orders from your father, and put yourselves in danger."

Amelia muttered something about being "too great for this world" before sulking back upstairs and Finn trailing behind her.

Secretly, Ruby was thrilled to see her children were brave and willing to protect each other.

Ruby sighed. She had a broken window, gun-holed wall, and a police force to deal with first.

Cornelius Robin stared at the ceiling of his prison cell.

Maybe it would have been better if he could have just been that average guy.

Those kids, those people were utterly terrifying. Usually at this point, he and his mate would be boasting over all the riches they stole, him singing like the bird he was.

For now, this bird's wings had been clipped.

The Nightingale's voice had been silenced.