Jupiters_Magic: Here's the next chapter!


"Come on Valon. Let's put our stuff away," said Raphael once Skye had vanished from view.

"Alrigh'," he replied to the blond once he was done laughing. "Wasn' Skye's voice 'ilarious? I've never 'eard 'er sound like tha' before."

"I'll take your word for it," stated the blond as he began up the stairs.

Once they reached the top of the stairs, they each took direction into their respective rooms. Unfortunately, Valon didn't see the box of dog stuff that was left in the middle of his room and ended up tripping on it. The loud noise caused not only Raphael to see what the problem was, but also woke up the red-head (who had apparently decided to try and catch a nap).

"What the hell, Valon?" Alister growled. "Is it impossible for you to not get into trouble?"

"Sorry. The sheila left a random box in the middle of my room. 'ow was I supposed t' know she did tha'?"

"Don't you have eyes?"

"Valon, don't go blaming Skye for this. Declan probably made a mistake and carried it to your room," Raphael said with a sigh, shaking his head.

"How do you know?"

"When we pulled into the drive way, I saw Declan carrying in a box that had the words 'Dog stuff' clearly written on the side."

"Sure ya did. 'ow do we know that you're just trying t' cover Skye?"

"Why would I?"

"'Cause you like 'er," Valon declared bluntly, getting up and moving the box into the hallway.

"Don't we all?" replied Alister, folding his arms. "She's likable enough."

"Raph like likes 'er, though," said Valon matter-of-factly, and Raphael turned a very slight shade of pink.

"That's ridiculous," stated the blond, folding his arms over his chest.

"What's ridiculous?" Skye shouted up from downstairs, having returned from her walk with Jasper.

"Nothing," the three bikers said quickly in unison.

"'m goin' to the kitchen—" Valon started as Raphael disappeared back into his room, but got cut off by Alister's horrified cry.

"No you're not!" said the redhead, yanking Valon back into his room and blocking the door.

"Wha' the 'ell, Alister! I jus' wanted a soda!"

"You know the rules about the kitchen. Raphael banned you, remember?"

"That was back at Doma, Alister. As long as he is just getting a soda and maybe something non-cookable to eat, like chips or something, then he's allowed," Raphael called from his room.

"Thanks, Raph," Valon chirped, going downstairs.

Seconds later another loud crash emanated from downstairs, this time coming from the kitchen. Skye hurried into the room to find out what happened.

"What did you do, Valon?" Skye asked once she saw Valon sprawled on the floor, pots and pans scattered all over the floor. A once full cardboard box gave her all the answers that she needed.

"Declan," she muttered, helping the teen up.


It was a typical rainy day in November for the four bikers; Raphael was at his new job in downtown Domino, Alister was reading a book in the living room and Skye was watching one of her programs on television. No one knew where Valon was, but the two of them ignored that (frankly, they did not want to know).

"I don't see what the big deal is about this show," Alister said. "It's just like every other high school soap opera."

"That may be, but I find that Degrassi is not like other TV shows."

"Why is that?"

"'Cause it's the only show that includes drug issues, teen pregnancy, and transgendered teenagers. It mixes everything that can go wrong with teens into one great episode."

"…Now it just sounds like a soap opera to me. It's stupid," he replied bluntly, looking back down to his book.

"Well, I didn't ask you for your opinion," Skye retorted, returning her gaze to the television.

"I'm back!" Raphael called as he entered the house, coming into the living room to see who was there. "What are you two doing?"

"I'm reading and Skye is watching a dumb teenage soap opera."

"It's not stupid, Alister! Adults also watch it!" she snapped defensively.

"Where's Valon at?" Raphael asked, shaking his head at the two in the living room.

"We don't know," Alister replied with a careless shrug. "It's been pretty quiet all afternoon."

"…And this didn't bother you at all?"

Alister shrugged again. "As long as he isn't bothering me, I'm happy," he said dismissively, once again reading his book.

It was then that the Australian came in through the back doors. "Hey fellas! Raph, you're back!" he announced, taking his shoes off. "Wha' 'ave you guys been up to?"

"Nothing much. You've been awfully quiet today," Skye said, turning off the TV and sitting back on the couch with Alister. Jasper came down the stairs and padded over to Valon, tail wagging.

"I've been out 'n' about t'day. Wanted t' explore, y'know," he replied, petting Jasper, who sat down at his feet.

"Uh-huh." Alister put his book down with a slightly disbelieving gaze. "Probably pulling pranks on the neighbors."

"No I wasn'! The neighbors are nice!

Skye blinked when she noticed something starting to move on top of Valon's mess of brown hair. "Then what's that on your head if you haven't been doing anything?" she inquired, as Raphael came down the stairs in jeans and a t-shirt.

Valon sighed and took the thing off of his head. He cradled it in his hands and started to pet it. When a small mew sounded through the room, Skye paused and Jasper cocked his head, looking up at Valon curiously.

"Please tell me that's not what I think it is," Skye said, getting up and heading over to the teen. Looking at his hands, she realized he was holding a small kitten that appeared to be around two months old.

"What?" the other two bikers asked, walking over to investigate as well.

"They were 'andin' out kittens on a street corner f'r free," Valon muttered sheepishly. "If the kids didn' get rid o' the kittens their parents were gonna take them t' the pound," he added defensively, cradling the cat to his chest. "The pound's no better than a prison f'r animals 'n' this tyke's too small f'r tha'!"

The little bundle of fur began to move around impatiently in Valon's hands and mewed again. Raphael held his hand out for the small cat and Valon reluctantly relinquished it to him; the small cat was white, with small black spots decorating its fur. Its eyes were a very pure shade of blue.

"It's an Egyptian Mau," Raphael announced after a few minutes were spent investigating the cat, causing the three other bikers to at him with some surprise.

"How do you know this?"

"I mentioned it earlier that I like cats," he said, shrugging. "I've been more of a cat person my whole life. Is it a boy or a girl?"

"Dunno. I was hopin' one of you three would know," responded Valon.

"It's a girl," Alister said, looking over Raphael's shoulder at the kitten. "Don't ask if you don't want to know."

"Sooo…can we keep 'er?" asked Valon hopefully.

"I don't know," Skye began, taking the small cat from Raphael and petting it absently. "I don't mind, and I don't think Jasper will have a problem with it—"

"I thought dog always hated cats," Valon pointed out with some confusion.

"True. There are some dogs however that tolerate cats and Jasper has been around cats his whole life so he doesn't really care; my mom loves cats, so she has a couple around the house. Look for yourself," Skye finished as she set the kitten on the ground.

Jasper almost immediately headed over to the kitten and began sniffing at it curiously. Unafraid, the small kitten began rubbing against the dog and purred contentedly. When it was apparent neither party was going to attack each other, Skye looked at them proudly. "Told you so."

"I've always liked cats," Alister offered after a slight pause, looking at the three of them. "Having a cat during the war wasn't possible. I don't mind having one around, though."

"I's up t' you, Raph," Valon said, looking at the eldest.

There was no need to plead with the blond on the matter. "She can stay. However, she's going to need cat supplies, like a litter box and food bowls."

"Way ahead of ya Raph," Valon stated brightly. "The kids who gave 'er t' me told me wha' I would need 'n' I went to the store already."

"Can you go get them? I have a feeling this kitten's going to need a few things really quick."

Just as Valon was about to leave the room, though, the lyrics to an unidentified song started playing and startled them. Skye pulled out her phone and glanced at the caller ID, and that was when the others realized that it was her cell phone going off.

"Sorry. It's my brother. Hold up," Skye said, answering the phone. "What do you want, Declan? I also want to thank you for the stellar job you did in putting the boxes away last time you were here."

"You're welcome and actually, it's not what I want. It's what Mom and Dad want."

"Which is…?"

"They want you to host Thanksgiving this year."

"What?" she nearly screamed, alarming the three male bikers, Jasper, and the kitten. "You're kidding me, right? Please tell me you are!"

"Nope!" he replied brightly.

"Come on! Why me? Why don't we do it like we did last year—?"

"Skye, last year's Thanksgiving was a horrible disaster! How can you not remember that?"

"No. I do remember that. Who can forget you getting thrown out the window by a flying turkey?" she teased, giggling.

"Not the point. Mom wants to meet your roommates and she wants to see how the house is holding up."

"Fine. We'll do it. On one condition though."

"What?"

"You guys bring the turkey. There's no way I'm cooking it."

"Why?"

"Remember Valon? Things tend to blow up in a kitchen when he's around."

"Cool. I'll let you know. See you in three days, Skye."

"See ya," she said, hanging up. Noticing the silent question on all three male biker's faces, she announced, "We're hosting Thanksgiving this year."

"Yippee," Alister said sardonically, sitting on the sofa.

"Does this mean we get to meet your family?" Raphael inquired.

"Yep," Skye said, smiling. She noticed the odd expression that briefly appeared on the blond's face and she arched an eyebrow. "What's that look for?"

"You mentioned something about Declan and a flying turkey. What was that about?"

"I'll tell that story later. Now, changing the topic. What are we going to name this little lady?"

"Misha's a reasonable name," Raphael said thoughtfully, petting the cat behind her ears.

"That works," Alister said, not entirely focusing on the conversation. Valon and Skye nodded in agreement.

"Why do you guys always expect me to make the final decision on things?" asked Raphael wearily.

"Because you're the oldest," Valon said promptly.

"And the sanest," added Skye brightly.