"How many boxes did you order?" Ben carried one into the little room, "Are you turning it into an office?"

"Not quite," Miguel set one in the corner.

Pete carried two more large boxes in, "Is this everything?"

"Looks about right," The leader nodded.

There was a healthy pile of boxes of all shapes and sizes now. Some obviously furniture. Well, most of it was furniture. But there were a few other things. All necessary and important.

"Ok," Mig released one of his talons, breaking the tape on a box, "Shall we begin?"

X

Ben whined from the floor, "I hate IKEA. They can't make anything simple, can they?"

Peter turned the paper upside down, "I don't know if it's English or Swedish we're looking at here."

They had been left to put together the day bed while Miguel was busy installing a cabinet. He knew they were complaining but couldn't hear them over the combination of music and drill.

"Pass the allen wrench," Peter shook his head, "It's two of us. We can do this."

"Can we take a break? This is cutting into my brooding time."

"We have like 8 more boxes of stuff to set up," Peter pointed around. He sighed, taking a minute to peek at the most muscular in the room. He was still focused on his two task, "Well…we have been working tirelessly for the last 3 hours. A break wouldn't hurt."

The blond quickly jumped up, "Let's grab us and boss some food from the cafeteria."

"He's coming with us," Pete scoffed, "Miguel!"

"What?" He pulled the headphone up.

"Break time," he pushed up.

"Ok, enjoy," he pulled his headphone back down, going back to the task at hand.

"No," Pete walked over, taking his headphones, "Break time for you too."

Mig reached for his music, "I don't need a break, I'm trying to get this fixed."

"Yes you do. Up and let's go."

"I don't-"

"Now," Pete repeated, having a sternness in his voice Ben didn't readily recognise.

"Five minutes?"

"Miguel, let's go. Now," The eldest in the room said once more. It was clear this was the last warning.

He threw up his arms in frustration, "Fine! We're all going on a break!" He pushed to stand, taking his headphones from his friend. For his actions he received a warning look that made Miguel uncomfortable. It was unnatural to have Peter be stern.

"You need a nap," the man sighed, adjusting his robe.

"I do not," Mig shook his head, "I'm not tired."

"Ohhh," Ben teased, running behind Miguel, "Boss is in trouble."

2099 pulled him off the ground by his hoodie, "Shut your face before I throw you to the cafeteria."

Ben laughed, easing over to Peter when he was dropped, "He threatened me, give him a timeout."

"I'm not going to save you when he really does throw you," Pete ruffled his blonde hair, meeting his same joking energy.

"Whatever to you both," he rolled his eyes, seeing what was on the menu today.

X

Peter poked the broccoli, "I think it's breathing."

"Broccoli is good," Ben bit into it, "If you ate that more than cheeseburgers you would still have abs, like me and boss."

"Hey, this gut came from stress," he bit into the veggie. Miguel had ordered for them all. Making sure that they each had a broccoli salad to go with their paninis.

"The stress of pizza," Ben teased, laughing with 2099.

"Keep laughing," he scoffed, "Everything that's up comes down eventually," he crunched down on the veggies, "This needs a different dressing on it."

X

Ben collapsed into the ground when they finished putting together the bed and glider, "Finally done."

"Good job," Mig tested the fridge, making sure the freezer got cold. Ben crawled his way over, hugging his boss's leg. 2099 rolled his eyes, reaching down to give him the headpats he so craved.

"So…what's this room?" Ben glanced at the furniture, "An office with a bed and couch?"

"It's a quiet room," Mig remarked, "It's not done yet. But we got the furniture set up."

"Pete seems to like it," Scarlet nodded towards the man asleep in the glider.

X

"You have to use some form of words," Pete pulled Miguel's pants up.

Mig mumbled something.

"I get that Ben was there. Send me a text or something," he put the soiled nappy in the wet bag, "You not talking is why I have to use that cold rash cream you hate so much."

He stuck his tongue out, fixing his jogging pants, "Thank you."

'So, is this for Jess or you?" Pete washed his hands.

"It's for her. So she can be comfortable when she's expressing and stuff. That way she doesn't have to keep doing it in the lunchroom."

"Ah yea, the kids do seem to find it….uhm…" Pete scratched the back of his neck, "Intriguing is a word I can use."

X

Four heads leaned from around the corner. Secretly gandering at Jess. She was casually reading a magazine with that strange…contraption attached to her chest and at least two full bags she had just put in a cooler.

"How do you think it feels?" Gwen looked at the guys.

"I'd tell you to let us know, but you haven't grown the equipment yet," Hobie teased, earning a punch to his side, "I'm only teasing, luv," he laughed.

"Do you think it tastes like cows or goats?" Pavitr rubbed his chin.

"Could taste like rice milk or something," Miles shrugged.

"Like vanilla," Miguel commented thoughtlessly as he walked past.

He stopped in his tracks wide eyed when he realized what he had just said. It was definitely heard as the four sets of eyes looked up to him flabbergasted. Shock!