4th Floor Common Room [Sunday, Morning]

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac had never been so glad to have access to caffeine. Sunday mornings were supposed to be for lie-ins.

Kids, as it turned out, woke up antisocially early and usually only to demand food. Well, that was what the shape of the last twenty-four hours told her, anyway.

That, and that she should invest in electronic tagging. Mainly for Miles. Maybe Veronica could set her up with child lo-jack...

Anyway, once she'd finally figured out that if you gave them lots of cereal and sit them in front of cartoons they didn't break things quite so much, she did just that, and settled down with her coffee to make the most of the break. However short-lived that might be.

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[pleasedontbreed.livejournal.com]

Caz was awake and, try as he might, he hadn't been successful in waking his father up.

So he decided to go exploring and see if he could find food.

He wandered into the fourth floor common room and was surprised to see a familiar face.

"Hey, Aunt Mac! What's for breakfast?"

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Cereal with fluorescent bits," she told him automatically.

Wait... Aunt Mac? "Uh, where are your parents?"

[pleasedontbreed.livejournal.com]

"Dad wouldn't wake up," Caz said. "I think he's still pissed that I beat him at our pancake eating contest yesterday. Don't know where Mom is, but Dad says he wants to call her."

He grabbed the box of cereal and started pouring himself a very full bowl.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac watched him for a long moment as she tried to piece this all together.

Thinking of a guy here who would sleep a lot, hold pancake eating contests, and who looked very much like this kid, that was easy. Figuring out why the son of said guy would refer to her as his aunt... Yeah, that would be what was stumping her.

"Sounds like Dick," she said, partly to herself. "Bet she'll be surprised." Presumably, whoever his mother was, she wouldn't be expecting that call.

"Uh, you know how it's early?" she tried. "Want to help me out with your name?"

[pleasedontbreed.livejournal.com]

"Oh, right, you don't know me yet," Caz said. "I'm Cassidy Logan Casablancas but everyone calls me Caz," he said. "Is Aunt Cally here somewhere?"

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Of all the things Mac might have been expecting, that was not one of them.

"Cally's-- no, she's not here right now," Mac told him as that statement started to sink in. Cally obviously came back in his world.

She smiled, and was kind of amazed to find that so far, she didn't hate a kid of Dick's. That was pretty amazing.

[pleasedontbreed.livejournal.com]

"You guys met here though, right?" Caz said. "Like Mom and Dad and Uncle Angel and Uncle Logan and Aunt Phoebe, Uncle Cole and Uncle Sam?"

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac nodded, she was slowly beginning to piece all this together. "Yeah, we... she's just gone away for a while." Well, so she hoped.

It was only after all that, that Mac realised who else it was that Caz reminded her of, but... She wouldn't have. Right?

Considering last years supposed future children, she had to check. After all, momentary insanity was a possibility. "You're... Veronica's kid?"

[pleasedontbreed.livejournal.com]

Caz smirked. "Yup. I'm eight. My big sister, Lilly, is almost eighteen."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Okay. More than just momentary insanity. That was eighteen years of it. At least.

"Wow, that--" Mac decided not to mention the crazy. "Interesting reality you come from," she said instead. Maybe Veronica had trained Dick not to be so annoying... That might be it. "Does your dad get threatened with a tazer a lot, by any chance?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"I can't take you out for the day without putting some kind of breakfast in you first." Billy said, his daughter trailing behind him. She was dressed once again in a yellow raincoat and red galoshes over the same clothes she'd worn the day before. She didn't mind.

"I've seen the town before." she reminded him.

"You've seen it, ten, maybe twenty years down the line. I'm sure it's much different. This will give you a kind of...uh, historical perspective."

"Oh! Okay." she agreed happily. Billy made a mental note for the future. She was interested in history. Or at least pretended.

[pleasedontbreed.livejournal.com]

"Not that much different," Caz piped up around a mouthful of cereal.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Really? That's kind of comforting in a way."

[pleasedontbreed.livejournal.com]

"My big sister goes here," Caz explained.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah? Very cool." He pointed to Faith. "So did hers, and now her brother does."

[pleasedontbreed.livejournal.com]

"Cool," Caz said. "My mom and dad met here."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Excellent. Who are your mom and dad?"

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Expecting an indoor downpour?" Mac asked.

[notacobrakid.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" Faith looked confused for a moment. "Oh! No I just like the coat and the boots."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Not a choice Mac would personally go for, but-- "Fair enough." Each to their own, after all.

"Got some really sugary cereal if you want it?" she offered.

[notacobrakid.livejournal.com]

"Thanks." Faith smiled. "My name is Faith, what's yours?"

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"I'm Mac." She pointed out the two kids in front of the TV, "And that's Miles and Amy... My kids." Damn, that was weird.

[notacobrakid.livejournal.com]

"Pleased to meet you Mac." Faith said with a slight curtsy. Some things her older sister tried to teach her had actually seemed worthwhile. "I'm his daughter." she pointed to Billy.

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac shot her a little smile. Kids were so much easier to deal with when they weren't hers.

"Enjoying your visit so far?" she asked.

[notacobrakid.livejournal.com]

"It's very interesting. My older sister and brother told me about meeting Dad when he was this age, but I didn't really believe them. You know, until now."