Ty pulled the covers up to his head and groaned as the sun tried to penetrate his room through his makeshift curtains. Ty curled up into himself tighter, his hands landing in Songbird puffed up feathers. Ty smiled, his eyes closed. He was warm, comfortable and not so sleepy today. His day was starting off great. Too bad Ian had to ruin it by waking him up.

"Time to get up Ty. Rise and shine, and all that."

Ty groaned and rolled over to face his door. He pushed the covers off his head and heard Songbird squawk in protest. He reached for his clock and looked at it. Nine o'clock in the morning. Nine o'clock in the bloody morning. Ty grimaced and glared at Ian. Then dropped his clock to the floor and pulled the covers back over his head.

"Ty…?"

"Not getting up", came a muffled reply.

Ian sighed and looked around Ty's room. His eyes finally settling on the stubborn lump that refused to get out of its bed.

"You have to."

"Why?"

Ian grumbled and slapped a hand to his forehead.

"Because Husky wants you to and because we have to go to an interview, and…"

Ty lifted his covers a little so Ian could see his eyes.

"There will be ice cream after. But only if you…"

Ian felt the wind rush past him and a second later the sound of running water could be heard. Ian smiled as he began to walk down the stairs. Ian entered the kitchen and sat down to eat some toast. Husky looked up the stairs and then looked at Ian. Husky sighed.

"What did you tell him this time?"

Ian swallowed. Husky had never really 'approved' of him using manipulative tactics to get the others out of bed. Husky thought they were bad because it meant Ian had promised something to the others, without consulting Husky before hand. Ian froze for a moment and looked up at Husky.

"Well, I'm waiting?"

"I…I 'said' that we would…get…ice cream after the interview…"

Husky sighed and rubbed his face. Ian, sensing danger, began to get up and back away from Husky slowly. Ian froze when he heard Husky speak next, his voice like ice and fire, freezing yet full of heat.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Ian immediately turned and began to run. But a hand stopped him from going anywhere. Husky had a heavy hand clamped on his shoulder. Ian yelped as the hand's grip tightened.

"So…where do you think you're going?", Husky whispered, his voice chilling Ian to the bone.

Ian whimpered and tried to think of an answer. Husky's grip got tighter.

"I-I was just going to get my wallet. To pay for the ice cream!", Ian answered, trying no to cringe as his voice heightened.

Husky released his grip and walked back over to the sink.

"Okay, but now you're getting me one as well."

Ian stared at Husky's back and made a mad dash for his room. Husky chuckled and hummed as he began to wash the plates from breakfast.

"What did Ian do this time?"

Husky chuckled as Ty entered the kitchen and turned to give Ty a plate of toast. Ty took it and thanked Husky.

"He was just saying how he was going to buy ice cream for us."

Ty laughed and smiled at Husky. The two shared a knowing look. Because, after all, this wasn't the first time one of the group had tried that trick to get Ty out of bed. They all thought it was just them that Husky had scared, but in truth, all of the group had been reprimanded by Husky and scared by him. It was an ongoing, inside joke between Ty and Husky. One of the group tries to wake Ty up, promises him something, Ty feigns excitement, Husky scares the daylights out of the group member, and Ty and Husky have a laugh at it.

With the interview over the group, minus Songbird, walked outside into the fresh air. Brice said his goodbyes and departed. Ty spotted Ian who was walking slower than the rest and fiddling with his wallet. Ty smiled and said they should go through the park. He didn't feel like torturing Ian today. He'll just play forgetful and not ask. Going through the park meant they didn't pass an ice cream parlour, which meant Ian didn't have to spend his money and since it was a Tuesday afternoon, the ice cream van wouldn't be there.

Ty smiled as he walked with Husky. They were discussing who they would be the one to face Husky's anger next time. They had just decided on Jerome when a loud crack was heard. The two had been so enthralled in their conversation that the hadn't even seen the dark clouds that had rolled in. The pair looked up and then looked at the rest of the group who had stopped when they hadn't heard the others footsteps behind them. Ty shivered as another loud crack sounded. Husky grabbed Ty's arm and Ty patted his head, h could feel Husky's heart beating, thumping like a jackhammer. Ian walked back and smiled at Ty. He tapped Husky's shoulder and Husky went from gripping Ty's shoulder to hugging Ian and crying into his shoulder. Ian shushed Husky and dropped to the ground so Husky could jump on his back. With Husky crying into Ian's shoulder, seated on Ian's back, the group began to speed walk back home to get there before it began to rain.

The group arrived home just as it began to rain. Jerome and Mitch ushered the others in and then came in themselves. Jerome stripped Mitch and himself of their soaked coats and took them to the laundry. Sky sighed as the group sat down in the lounge room. Husky had calmed down and was in the kitchen cooking aggressively. His outlet, this time, seemed to be apple pie. The group smiled as the scent of cinnamon, cloves and apples filled the air. They smiled and began to settle into their own little pairs. Jerome and Mitch grabbed a pair of controllers and turned the TV on. Seto ran upstairs to call Brice and ask if he was okay. Jason and Tyler began to talk about the newest games. Ian went back into the kitchen to see how Husky was holding up. And Ty and Sky, they went upstairs. Ty grabbed his laptop and the pair began watching a movie on Sky's bed.

When Husky had finished letting out his frustrations he realised Ian was asleep at the kitchen table and the house was quiet. He had baked a chocolate cake, an apple pie, some scones with jam and cream, a cup of tea and had made several, small, triangular, cucumber sandwiches. He sighed and got out a three tier platter. He plated up small portions of the food and sat the platter on the table along with his cup of tea and the appropriate utensils to eat the food with. He served himself a piece of cake and began to eat.

Two hours later Husky had cleaned the kitchen and gotten blankets for Mitch, Jerome, Ian, Jason and Tyler. He had checked on Sky, Ty, and Seto and had turned out the lights the they had left on. Husky sighed happily and got his shoes on to go for an early morning walk.

When Husky got back, half an hour later, he found Brice's car in the driveway. When he entered and got into the kitchen he saw Ian pacing, a sleepy Jerome, Mitch, Sky, Seto, Brice and Jason, and a panicked looking Ty and Tyler. When Ian saw Husky he ran over and hugged him. Husky looked around as the sleepy ones grumbled and began to walk up the stairs and back to their beds, Brice walked towards the door and opened the door to go out and get his car. Ty and Tyler, looked at Ian and Husky, then at the departing ones and glared at the sleepy, departing people. Ty's voice was icy, cold and firm.

"And where do you think you're going?"

The sleepy ones stopped and turned. They knew well enough not to mess with an angry Ty. In an instant, they were back in the kitchen, terrified looks on their faces. Then they saw Tyler and feared for their lives. Tyler was not prone to getting angry, quite like Sky in that respect. So when Tyler was angry, they knew that whatever had upset him had to be bad. And so with that logic, if Tyler looked like he wanted to kill them, they had royally messed up. They knew that if looks could kill, they'd be dead where they stood. They shrunk away and whimpered as Tyler stepped closer to them. Ty looked at them and turned to Ian and Husky, his eyes softening.

"Where were you Husky, Ian- I mean we were so worried…", Ty said as he looked at Husky.

"Well", Husky started, but he was cut off by constricting feeling around his waist.

"I-Ian…air…important", Husky got out.

Ian loosened his grip and muttered an apology.

"Thank you, anyway. I was out for a walk."

Ty looked at Husky and slapped a palm to his forehead, dragging it down his face.

"Well, no one ever does this when you and the others go out, why am I any different?", Husky asked.

"Well for one, we leave a note explaining where we're going and how long we think we'll be", Ty said.

"You do? Huh, I never see a note. I just know you'll be back if you're not here."

Ty sighed.

"You may know we'll be back. But we don't know that you'll be back. We don't have your sixth sense", Ty said.

Husky looked down, his eyes beginning to water. Ty seeing this tried to make amends.

"Husky…I didn't mean it like that…", Ty said as Ian let go. Ty stepped forward a little bit and Husky took a step back. His head hanging down, his eyes closed. Ty took n other step forward, passing Ian, and pulled Husky into a hug.

"I didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean to sound mean", Ty whispered.

"I- I know you didn't, but it still hurts", Husky whispered back.

They let each other go and smiled.

Tyler sighed and smiled happily. The other looked at Tyler and let out a breath, thankful that Tyler wasn't angry anymore. They decided to try and get out of there. They began to sneak up the stairs and as they reached the fifth step from the top they broke into a mad dash and locked their doors as they entered their rooms.

And everyone let out a collective sigh of relief, but all for different reasons.