A/N - Hello! This is my first Home Alone story. I loved this movie when it first came out. I Loved it to bits, and I still do. But recently, myself and a friend found ourselves talking about the movie over Christmas, and we both debated about Kevin's siblings joining him, and this is the result. Yeah, I know it's not Christmas, but it's still a classic movie.

This story is rated M for mature reasons.

Home Alone 2: Lost in New York..with Megan!

By TimeTraveller-1900.

-8-

The McCallister family home was in chaos. They were a day away from a planned trip to Florida for Christmas, and two branches of the clan had met up as they'd done the year before, and what an absolute disaster that trip had been, but neither family had learnt from their mistakes.

They were packing up at the last minute; for reasons that escaped reasoning, Frank's family had unpacked some of their clothes and things, and now the house was in total chaos as everyone was coming and going.

"Where are my golf balls?" Uncle Frank hollered as he wandered around the ground floor looking for his golf balls.

Meanwhile, his daughter Tracy shouted, "Anyone seen my sunblock?"

Mischievously her sister, Sondra, asked her, "What's the point of going to Florida if you're gonna put on sunblock?"

Megan, her cousin, grumbled, "I don't care if I age like an old suitcase," she said as she walked past her cousins, rolling her eyes since she wanted a souvenir from this trip that would last for a while, even if truthfully she didn't want to spend Christmas in such an unlikely place, "I'm getting toasted."

As she was saying this, Megan passed her older and rather stupidly immature brother, Buzz, who couldn't resist making one of his cruel remarks.

"Great," Buzz sneered as he walked past his sister. "Now you can be a skag with a slightly darker shade of skin."

Megan swung around in shock, but Buzz had walked off before she could retaliate. Honestly, why was it he never grew up and as he grew older in body, he seemed to regress mentally?

Meanwhile, Brooke was saying, "….He's jealous because he doesn't tan. His freckles just connect," while her little brother Fuller was drinking from a soda can, and was caught by his father who took the can.

"Hey, hey, easy on the fluids, pal!" Uncle Frank chided his son. "The rubber sheets are packed," he added before he took a swig.

-8-

Kevin sat on his parent's bed watching a game show, inwardly bemused at how disorganised the McCallisters were. At the same time, Kevin genuinely didn't understand what this family vacation was all about.

While his family (he didn't really see his Uncle Frank and his brood as family; while Aunt Leslie was nice enough, she was an exception) ran around like headless chickens, packing even if Franks' brood was supposed to have been packed days ago, they still found more stuff to take.

Kevin was actually kinda proud of himself; a year before when the McCallisters tried to go to Paris for Christmas to spend time with Uncle Rob before they'd left him behind by accident which was caused by everyone sleeping in for reasons Kevin simply couldn't get, he would never have been able to pack a suitcase.

Now he could; Kevin had been packing his bag for days now, and aside from one or two things left, he only needed to wait until morning or later tonight. No need to rush. And besides, it was kinda fun watching everyone else panic when they'd had days to pack. Okay, so a few of them had been packing up slowly, but it was only tonight they were rushing.

But the whole mess changed him; okay, while Buzz had deliberately eaten Kevin's pizza on purpose and then pretended to puke the whole thing back up to play a cruel prank on him, and Kevin had thrown a tantrum and knocked his older brother (he was still not entirely sure if Buzz was genetically related to him), causing bottles of coke to fall all over the place, and he was sent up to the third floor, he missed the wake-up call, had been the turning point for him Kevin would always see the few days he was left at home before stopping Marv and Harry from burgling the house.

Over the last year, Kevin had changed. He was calmer, and more mature for his age. Okay, while some of his siblings had changed in their approach towards him, there were still moments where they argued, but that was normal. But he was closer to his elder brother and sisters than he had been before.

But not with Buzz; Kevin had never understood what the older boy's problem was with him, but Kevin had long since stopped caring.

Kevin just hoped he enjoyed this holiday. While he wasn't enthused about the 'McCallister family travel tradition,' and their latest holiday destination, Kevin only hoped this one didn't turn out to be a disaster.

Anyway, right now he didn't have much to do except to brace himself for the Christmas pageant at school. While Kevin was looking forwards to it, as it meant the last few weeks he'd spent practicing his solo could finally pay off, he was understandably nervous about it.

Unfortunately, he now had to wait for Uncle Frank; Kevin had only just finished the worst of the packing when he remembered he'd left his tie for tonight in the bathroom, and he'd found Uncle Frank going in, but he'd told Kevin to clear off. Now he had to wait for his sub-human uncle to finish so he could get his tie.

In the meantime, Kevin was reading one of his new books and watching the TV. The game show host was saying, idly recording the gameshow host, "She wants "Ding," Behind "Ding" is..200 points! All right!"

Kevin pressed stop, and rewound while the host said as he lifted the recorder to his ear, "That gives you 4700 points."

On the recorder, the host said, "200 points!" Kevin smiled in satisfaction; he loved his Walkman recorder, it was the best present he'd ever received, and it was great for listening to music, and playing pranks, and he'd even gotten into the habit of recording things of importance. "All right!"

Kate walked in, looking frazzled even in her immaculate dress. She sighed when she found her youngest son on her bed, but she rolled her eyes, knowing Kevin had been packing for days now. She knew Kevin was inwardly proud of the fact he had achieved something she herself and her husband and children had refused to look into for years; packing so early whereas he had never had a clue about packing a suitcase. But she was proud of how much he had grown up, and while she wished it happened under different circumstances….

Just…remembering how her son, her baby, had stopped those two burglars from stealing their possessions and flooding their home…..

"Honey, are you packed yet?" She asked him to be sure as she began putting her own bundle into a bag.

Kevin looked up at her and spoke into the mic of his recorder, "Yes," and with a cheeky smile, he rewound it back and pressed play, "Yes."

Kate jumped a little, but she recovered and rolled her eyes fondly at her son's new habit. "Everything I put out for you?"

"Yes." Kevin spoke into the mic again and rewound it back a second time, "Yes."

Kate rolled her eyes again. "Oh, did you see what Grandma Penelope sent you for the trip?" She asked as she remembered she had not given Kevin his present.

Kevin tapped his chin in mock thought, "Let me guess. Donald Duck slippers?" He asked sarcastically, knowing his grandmother, well that particular grandmother and her husband, loved sending him clothes and toys that suited a toddler or a small kid. Kevin wouldn't have minded if he had bypassed that particular age long ago.

Kate laughed in the same sarcastic tone - she had long since given up on telling them Kevin was much too old for those toys and clothes, and she'd never had the heart to say he would get rid of them at the first opportunity, and she wondered if Grandma Penelope was going senile, or if she was so stressed by just how many grandkids she had she couldn't cope with keeping track of their ages. "Close," she held up a massive plastic pack and showed Kevin a repulsive and tacky clown face. "Inflatable clown to play with in the pool."

Kevin took the package dubiously and dumped it into his own bag. He knew his mother had given it to him knowing he would dump it as soon as he had the chance and he'd only packed it so then he could get rid of it quickly. Besides, he despised clowns; they were so boring, they made him puke. And a tacky thing like that…only a kid who was really dumb would be seen with it.

"How exciting. We're gonna have so much fun," Kevin said sarcastically, before he decided to try one last time to make his mother reboot her brain, "Why do we have to go to Florida? There's no Christmas trees in Florida."

Kate sighed, knowing she should have expected this with her sons' love of Christmas trees. "Kevin, what is it with you and Christmas trees?"

"You know I love Christmas trees, mum, it wouldn't be Christmas otherwise," Kevin replied, "How can you have Christmas without a Christmas tree?"

Kate shrugged, although inwardly she felt her son had a point since she hadn't wanted to go to Florida initially, and she'd wondered just what awaited them; Frank wasn't known for his good ideas. "We'll find a nice fake silver one," she suggested lamely even if she knew it wouldn't excite Kevin that much, "Or decorate a palm tree," she said, hoping that put Kevin at ease, but inwardly she was prepared for the disappointment, as her son was very picky about Christmas trees.

Seeing as he wasn't getting anywhere, although he'd known it pointless, Kevin turned his attention to the rest of the game show. The game show was gone, replaced by one of those ads. Filling the screen was a massive building. "Guests of Ding, Dang, Dong stay at the world-renowned Plaza Hotel: New York's most exciting hotel experience," the announcer was saying, "For reservations, call toll-free, 1-800-759…"

Kevin recorded the announcer's advert absently, but deep down he stared at the Plaza Hotel with envy for the people who stayed in there. That place was luxurious, and there was no doubt in his mind that what Uncle Frank had in mind would be at the opposite of the scale. Uncle Frank was a cheapskate who didn't care about anything but how expensive something was.

"Honey, do you know where the batteries for this camcorder is?" Kevin turned his head and saw his father standing next to his mother.

"I put it in the charger," Kate said.

Kevin turned his attention back to the TV while his father bent down and fumbled around with the plugs. Absently he checked his watch. It wouldn't be long before the pageant now. Only a few more hours before they got on the plane, and this time he would be going with his family. Kevin scowled a little as he remembered how his parents had left him behind accidentally the year before, and he didn't want to go through that ever again.

Oh sure, it had worked out okay in the end, and he had managed to grow up a bit, so maybe it was destiny.

"How's this?"

"Oh, much better."

Peter turned his attention to his youngest son. "Hey Kevin, you better go put your tie on. We don't wanna be late for the Christmas pageant."

"I'd love to, believe me," Kevin said. "My tie is in the bathroom and I can't go in because Uncle Frank is taking a shower. He says that if I walked in there and saw him naked, I'd grow up never feeling like a real man."

Peter and Kate stared at him, making Kevin feel awkward.

"Whatever that means," he added with a non-committal shrug.

Peter chuckled after a moment while he let his brain reboot. "I'm sure he was kidding. Just, uh," Peter stuttered awkwardly as he tried to find the words, "run in there, get your tie, get out, and don't look at... Anything."

Kevin hid a sigh as he jumped off of the bed, but as he left he heard Peter chortle. He had planned to just let Frank spend time in the bathroom - why, out of all the bathrooms in the house, did it have to be this one? - so he could control his nerves. The sound of the singing made him sigh before he had an idea. Quickly, he took out his recorder and pressed the record button. Opening the door, Kevin closed his eyes while he let his hands drift all over the place; the key was on the doorknob, so if he could reach around, he could grab the tie while he recorded Frank's awful singing

"Well, This cat they're talkin' about I wonder who, could it be, 'Cause I know I'm the heaviest cat," Frank's singing was so loud it made Kevin cringe, "The heaviest cat you ever did see, when they see me, walkin' down the street, none of the fellas want to speak, Hey, hey, hey, On their faces they wear a silly smirk 'Cause they know I'm the king of the cool jerks.

Kevin had had his eyes closed at the whole silly performance and he had been recording the whole thing; he'd gotten it into his mind to replay the whole stupid song at some point as part of a revenge prank against Buzz or Uncle Frank himself. He had no idea if the stupid man even knew how sub-human his singing sounded, so it would be great, no - spectacular to sneak into his bedroom with a tape recorder and crank the volume to its loudest and then play it.

Sure, he'd likely get grounded, but it would be worth it.

Kevin would never know what happened next; his best guess was Uncle Frank happened to open his eyes, look through the translucent shower curtain and see the door was slightly open.

"Get out of here, you nosy little pervert," Uncle Frank bellowed after he'd ripped the curtain back and spotted him standing in the doorway, "or I'm gonna slap you silly!" Kevin gasped and hightailed it out of there, but he managed to record the last verse, "Oh, you're cookin', Frankie."

Oh yeah, he was going to get back at his uncle, one way or another.

A/N - I know, there are only a few differences, and Megan doesn't get a big enough part, but she will in a couple of chapters from now.