Horatio thought about it, "... so... no Rogue? ... Or Coulson? ... or Fury?" he asked, "that sounds okay..."

Ceres tilted her head, "Why would they be there? Rogue may have Vesta's jewel but she isn't Vesta. I think Vesta would be kinda mad if we replaced her like that. No, just close family. No husbands or just us siblings."

Ceres found a cozy little room which they threw down a couple of mattresses, pillows and blankets. Juno made popcorn and brought the pop and Polly borrowed Coleson's Ipod which was filled with old radio shows. Ceres dimmed the lights, it was a very cozy room.

"Alright, what do we want to listen to first? We've got Doctor who: Adventures through Time, Hitch hiker's guide to the Galaxy, War of the Worlds, Cloak and Dagger, Gunsmoke, Frankenstein, Tales of the Texas Ranger..."

"Do you have Majestic Master of Mystery on there?" Juno asked.
Polly flipped through them, "Yup. OH, what about Crime Doctor."
"Why don't we let Horatio pick one?" Ceres asked.
"Alright." Polly said.
"Seems only fair." Juno added, laying on her stomach with a pillow under her chin.
Polly sat down beside Horatio and started reading off the titles There were comedies, dramas, radio talk shows, Mysteries.

"Um... Doctor Who sounds fun" Horatio offered quietly, "You know, I remember Donald Wilson, we hung out a couple times. We got stuck in a police box once. Really scared him when my powers went a little out of control while trying to get us back out. I don't think I ever visited him again after that."

The three girls gasped, "Do you realize what you've done?!" Polly said dramatically.
"You... I can't believe it." Juno said.
"You helped create DOCTOR WHO!" Ceres yelled overwhelmed with joy.
"OMG my brother's the Tardis!" Polly yelled excitedly.
"Doctor who it is then!" Ceres cheered.
"Way to go bro. You created a ridiculously popular tv show." Juno told told of his hand and gave him a fist pump. "Impressive."

"Umm... cool" Horatio actually found himself blushing a little at their praise. It was a little much but nothing he couldn't handle.

The 4 of them got comfy and listened to one of the Doctor who stories. Each time the Tardis noise played one of them would yell, "Horatio!" or when the Doctor said "Quickly back to the Tar- HORATIO".

They laughed and commented throughout.

"Never go off by yourself." Juno sighed flomping her head down.
"Especially if you're a male companion." Polly pointed out.

Ceres got really into the show, gasping and booing. She didn't have much electronics living up on the family estate. Polly had gotten her boom box and several cassettes with stories on them.

Horatio chuckled, it was rather amusing after all and Ceres' enthusiasm was also rather entertaining. He didn't have much to say or comment on throughout the few shows they watched. He was pretty content with being quiet while the others gave the occasional commentary.

They listened late into the night. Juno had dozed off on Horatio's left, Ceres pulling a blanket up around herself as Polly placed a blanket over Juno.

"Slumber party?" Ceres asked.
"Yay." Juno said half asleep, waking up from the sudden blanket on her.
"Yay." Polly stated.
"3 yays. Will the eldest pass the notion?" Ceres asked smiling.

Horatio already had his eyes closed because quite frankly it didn't matter. Up until that moment it was assumed that he was awake because he was just quiet normally but now, if you listened careful there were tiny little snores coming from him.

"Motion carried." Ceres whispered.
"This was fun." Polly said tucking Horatio in a bit more.
"Yeah. I miss listening to these with you."
"Well, we'll just have to continue to have family night." Juno said bluntly. "Now go to sleep. You'll wake up the tardis."
They laughed lightly before dozing off around Horatio on the mattresses that Fury would soon find were missing from his room. Not that he would be using it tonight. He was on a man hunt for Loki.

SO CUTE <3

So what's next?

Agreed! <3

Well, I have a couple ideas. One involdes Miss Turner, Eric and Wanda. The other is Ceres falling back into Loki's hands.

I'm intrigued. Let's go Eric?

Sure.

Just trying to figure out how to have what needs to happen, happen.

Take your time.

The autumn leaves were beginning to fall, a gently breeze blew through his hair. Eric was sitting on a bench by the lake by Cranwood academy. He'd taken to sitting there after classes.

"Mr. Eisenhardt." Came a voice and soon Miss Turner was standing in front of him. "Here." She pulled out a beaver tail treat, freshly cooked. She'd been cooking extra treats for him since Miss Ambrose had left the school.

Eric smiled and accepted the gift, "Are you trying to fatten me up before Christmas?" he asked her in amusement. He inched over on the bench to allow her room to sit with him.

"Someone has too. You started loosing weight." She pointed out, sitting down, tucking her skirt against her legs.

"Have I?" he looked at himself, "Hm... I suppose I haven't been terribly hungry lately. But nothing can stop me from eating these" he smiled and took a bite of the treat.

Miss Turner smiled lightly, and stared off across the lake, "I miss her too."

A sad look fell into his eyes again as he too looked out at the lake, "I just wish I knew if she was okay... I should have gone after her, stopped her, really found out what was happening instead of just letting her go..."

"We all have regards... It was so sudden."She placed her hand on his. "I'm sure she's alright. "

He nodded a little but he still didn't fully believe it. He wanted her to come back.

Miss Turner looked inside the picnic basket she's brought, "Oh no. I left the new tea I made in the kitchen." She got up and held the basket behind her back with both arms. "I'll be right back, Mr-"

The wind suddenly picked up, a huge gust flew right at Miss Turner, flashing her skirt straight up. It took Miss Turner a second to react but it was enough time for Eric to see. Not the lacey white strawberry underwear or the thigh high school socks but, a bulge. A bulge that girls don't have.

Miss Turner froze, arms firmly holding her skirt down, she looked at Eric and then quickly picked up her basket, "Excuse me, sir!"

Eric blinked, he wasn't entirely sure about what he had seen.