The Summer of 1913 is Fiona's last summer of her young adulthood and wants to take full advantage. She is also the most enthusiastic about moving to 14 Savile Row. Fiona closing the box of books in the foyer of 13 Paternoster Row, "I detest moving, but the sooner we complete the move the sooner I can do nothing. This is my last opportunity for laziness without consequences. At least half a day."

"What are you plans? I hope you have time for your wife?"

"I have a tall stack of books that have nothing to do with medicine. Can we move a chaise into your office? That way I can be nearby."

"We will be living a few floors above the shop, that isn't close enough?"

"No. I want to enjoy being near you before medical school."

Vastra walking down the stairs carrying a large travelling trunk, "I can't believe this will pass my lips, but I am jealous of my daughter's wife. I would love to add lazy afternoons to my daily schedule."

Jenny directly behind Vastra holding a smaller box, "I agree. I never got a summer break. Such luxuries."

Fiona starts to blush as she doesn't know how to respond. She whispers to Alaya, "Am I to feel guilty?"

"They are teasing you. Don't mistake they are playing with you for a reason."

"Yes little one, we are teasing for a reason," as Vastra takes the box from jenny and places on top of the truck.

Fiona looking up at her wife's mothers, "Please don't keep me in suspense."

Jenny teases, "The doctor needs a hint?"

"If it is good news please, please tell me."

"After all possessions are in our new residence at 14 Savile Row, we immediately leave for a holiday."

"Where? How? I need to pack."

"Our clothing have already been packed." Alaya pulling Fiona close, "I will tell you more on the train."

It was a good idea to move on a Sunday Savile Row as the street lies empty and no employees working. After all the boxes placed in their rightful room, Fiona works her way down to the ground floor stopping at the landing. She notices a tall, dark haired woman giving instructions to the receptionist, head tailor and general manager.

"... as we will be limited in communications Mr. Gardner will be the head decision maker. If there are issues no matter customer, client, billing or otherwise he will be the one to offer a solution. Miss Shaw, you have stepped up to the challenge for handling reception for both companies. Any business for Vastra Flint Research and Investigations will simply have to wait until we return. I am sorry we are leaving alone during this transition. It is hard most on Fiona who has lost her mother ... "

Fiona quietly goes back upstairs and waits on the top step of the first-floor landing. Five minutes later the front door opens and closes. She watches the tall, dark haired woman touches her wrist and transforms back into her half-Silurian. Fiona patiently watches her wife glide up each step until Alaya notices her audience. They share a smile.

"It is difficult watching you being full human. I love my half-Silurian wife."

Alaya blushes and moves to sit next to Fiona on the landing, "As always, you please me with your wonderful words. I want to take a moment and talk about all these M changes."

"M changes?"

"Mother, moving and medical school. How are you doing my Samson girl?"

"Funny," Fiona begins to tear up, "I miss her terribly. I worry about her, us and our future. When I am busy am in the moment. It is the quiet times everything floods back and my heart aches."

"You know from experience those aches will slowly go away."

Fiona grabbing her wife's hand, "Yes."

"The taxi will be here shortly. We will talk on the train."

Vastra from behind, "Are you dears ready?"

The Flint Family and Flint-Saint Clair Clan leave Savile road for the Waterloo Railway Station.

Fiona asks Alaya in a whisper, "Southampton?"

Alaya giggles and whispers back, "No my sweet Fiona. We are not returning to Southampton."

Vastra leans into Jenny to tell her the conversation she just overhead. Jenny smiles.

Once the women are in their private first class compartment the train departs the station. Fiona closes window blinds to her left as Alaya closes those to her right.

Fiona softly begs, "Where are we headed?"

"We are heading towards Devon to a place called Redlap. George V will be visiting the coastal area and might be staying a few nights at Redlap." Vastra pulls out her notes.

"How are we involved?"

"This home is rumored to have secret passages and illegal activities. We are to investigate the home for security and research for any validity to the rumors. That isn't all, there is a private beach only accessible from the house or by the sea."

Alaya is excited and interrupts her mother, "We will have complete privacy for two weeks! We shall have fun."

It was. For the first week, depending on the weather, it was reading, playing games or lounging on the private beach. It was heaven, at least for Fiona.

Alaya, Jenny and Vastra had investigations. Fiona offered to help, but she was immediately turned down.

The house came with servants, which Vastra sent away after breakfast. The only instruction was for a cold plate for lunch, dinner both be made and left in the kitchen as we will serve ourselves.

In typical Vastra Flint Research and Investigations fashion the job completed as quickly as possible and reports were written before the first week ended. Which allowed a week holiday for everyone.

The second-week every day was warm with the sun beams on the Redlap cove. After breakfast, a servant handed Fiona a large picnic basket as she headed to the cove. She would always be the first to arrive. Fiona would layout her blanket over the sand in the shade, change into her bathing suit, place the wine bottles anchored to a rock in the ocean and begin reading her books. Soon Alaya joined her and basked on the rocks taking in the sun. Vastra and Jenny would follow within an hour. The day would be on the beach and they would return to the house when the sun started to set.

It was hard to leave, but they did.

Returning to London was slightly awkward as their residence is now on Savile Row.

It was late Saturday evening when they entered 14 Savile Row and walk up to their residential floors. To their surprise everything is unpacked and put in its place. There was nothing to do. Vastra quickly panicked and ran into her study then to her laboratory ... everything was perfectly placed. Jenny went to her office and bedroom. Fiona calmly just watched as each member of her family ran around. She waited.

Vastra was the first to stomp towards to Fiona, "What did you do?"

Fiona's smile quickly disappeared and her eyes teared up.

Jenny quickly came to her wife's side, "Vastra, calmly ask."

"What did you do?" Vastra just stares at Fiona waiting for a response.

Alaya went to her wife's side, "No Fiona this is good. Mother Vastra is just not good with surprises." Alaya returns a concerned look to her mother Jenny.

Jenny nudges her wife's side, "Vastra." Vastra just glares at Fiona. "Vastra!"

Vastra turns to Jenny, "My things have been touched."

Alaya asks, "Are they out of place?"

Vastra responds loud and angry, "No! How?"

Fiona hides behind her wife leaning into Alaya's should blades.

Alaya pleads, "Mother, please calm and be kind."

Vastra quickly snaps out of it and calms herself. "Yes, I am sorry little one. How did this all get done?" Fiona peeks around Alaya's shoulders with bloodshot eyes. Vastra melts, "Please don't hide. I am truly sorry."

Fiona comes around and holds her wife's arm for support, "I hired people to unpack. The same people who helped us pack."

"How did they know where to put everything?"

Fiona goes to the kitchen returns with a pile of tickler files and folders. She hands them to Vastra.

Vastra leads her family into the reception room and places them on the table. She opens the folder marked "Vastra Flint Office" to find a list of all her items, associated box numbers and even a diagram. "What of my private files?"

"They are not touched. The boxes are in the cabinets with the seals unbroken." Fiona response with pride.

Vastra runs down one flight and moments later she runs back into the reception room. She looked to Jenny, "She is right all is safe." Now looking at Fiona again, "What about my laboratory? It is as I work with everything in its place?"

Fiona grabs for the folder "Laboratory" and hands it to Vastra. Vastra opens to find a list of all the items, associate box numbers and this time multiple drawings. Fiona has tediously drawn each table and instructions for each item. Vastra's face is shocked, as much as a Silurian face is able to display shock. She just looks into each folder. "This must have taken months ... when? How?"

Fiona touches Mother Vastra's arm, "It is utterly devastating watching you and Alaya take injections. I wanted to show my appreciation. After you leave to sleuth, I write these documents. I was not invading your privacy, I was looking at things with the eyes of science." Standing a little taller and with a quiver in her voice, "I do not have much to offer. You are both very self-sufficient and my Alaya has minimal wants. It is very difficult to find a need or a place in your lives when you take care of each other so successfully. I know you might feel like your privacy violated. All personal items that are too delicate or too personal are in their rightful place in a sealed box. You will get over this feeling of being out of control. I hope soon. Good evening have pleasant dreams." Fiona leaves the reception room and runs upstairs to her master bedroom.

The three stand there gobsmacked and look over each room assigned folder. Alaya going through each folder, "This is amazing! All this detail."

"This I didn't know was possible in humans. This is generous."

Alaya beams with pride, "I am proud of her."

"Yes, I feel violated that she went behind our backs, took notes of our belongings and then strangers. I am angry." Vastra looks up to Jenny, "What do you think?"

Alaya smiles at her mothers, "One thing I know, my wife is wonderful."

Jenny joins in her daughter's happiness, "I had planned days of unpacking. Days!"

Alaya as she exits the room, "Good night mothers. See you in the morning."

Vastra and Jenny look to their daughter in unison, "Good night."

Alaya closes the door and goes up one flight of stairs to her master bedroom. She enters to see Fiona standing by the window and immediately walks over and holds her tight. "You did a wonderful thing. You saved them time and days of unpacking."

Fiona cries into her wife's chest, "You mothers are angry."

"As you pointed out, they will get over it."

A knock on the door. Alaya runs over and cracks it open, "Yes mothers?"

"May we come in?"

Alaya turns to check her wife. Fiona puts on her housecoat and nods.

Alaya opens the door. Vastra and Jenny walk into the room. Jenny speaks first, "What you did was unnecessary, because we do things for ourselves."

Fiona doesn't feel a bit tempted to comment and calmly listens.

Vastra, "You are correct we are self-sufficient. We are proud of our independence. We are grateful for your wonderful gift. It is perfect. We can focus on getting on with our lives instead of unpacking."

Fiona nods.

"We aren't going to stop being self-sufficient, but very open to you being in our lives. No matter what you have to offer. We are grateful."

Fiona doesn't know what to say, "You are welcome. You are my mothers there make the proper adjustments. Expect my generosity from time to time."

Vastra felt her heart beat a little differently and nods to Fiona. Jenny was moved to the point of hugging Fiona.

Jenny holds Fiona face in the palm of her hands, just like she does with Alaya, "I do not want any misunderstandings, you are a member of our little family. You will find your place. We will make every attempt be open."

Jenny and Vastra leave the bedroom and head downstairs to their master bedroom.

Alaya closes the door and goes to her wife, "How are you?"

"I feel a little stronger."

"Good, because I suspect tomorrow morning exercises will be tougher than usual."

"Why?"

"Mother Vastra loves my mother and I very much. Which is why we have always had a more difficult workout. I believe you we not receive any different treatment after I saw love in my mother Vastra's eyes. Let us get a good night sleep."

The next morning Alaya was right, Fiona's buttocks landed on the floor faster and harder.