Its all your fault

Jamie narrowed his eyes at his son. The nineteen year old was shoveling cereal into his mouth like he'd been half starved - but it was possibly more of a way to end the conversation before having to give his own part. Jamie, however, was not easily subdued by such childish methods. Fingers tapped on the table top, eyes focused on his only son. From the kitchen, he was certain he could hear the snickering of the two female members of his family. Trust his twins to come visit from France only to bring him more outrageous news.

It was all Jojo's fault.

"So, I've got two grandkids now?" he began, watching as his son attempted to ignore him by finishing the rest of his bowl of ceral. "And neither of them are normal humans?"

"We're not exactly normal, Dad."

"That's not the point. Your sister is having the spawn of Muffin the Mule, and now you've managed to get a guy pregnant."

"He was a girl at the time, Dad."

Jamie rolled his eyes. "Well obviously, otherwise there wouldn't be any pregnancy. I don't hear news of that Sam missing his period."

"Sam doesn't have periods."

"Exactly my point!" Jamie sighed heavily and let his head hit the folded arms on the tabletop. "This is all Jojo's fault."

Reaching over, Ewan patted his father consolingly on the shoulder. "Don't say that, Dad. I think its more your fault because of the friends you've made. Uncle Jojo just happens to be a part of it, albeit a bit more of an influence on us that Uncle Nat and Evander, but still..."

Jamie tilted his head to look up at his son. "Those two are getting blamed for the gay influence. Jojo is being blamed for the hermaphrodite and the...whatever it is your sister has sex with."

Finish

It was late. Very late. By this hour no one should even be awake - save for those people that stubbled blind drunk back to their homes, trying their best not to make any noise and failing miserably. Heck, maybe they'd even giggle at their own stupidity as they kicked something that made a loud clattering sound.

For once, this was not Ewan.

Normally he'd be coming back about this time - if he was coming back at all - and try his best not to wake Sam as he tried to get back to his own room. If he failed in the attempt, the older male was just too nice to mention it come morning when the teen sat at the table wearing an expression from Hell. Tonight, however, he had forgone the wild night out partying for a quiet night in. He'd lounged on the sofa watching TV shows until midnight and then retired for bed. He would have slept, but something was keeping him awake.

He could just hear the sounds of the world outside through his open window, but the plants were silent. Sam's room was opposite his own, which meant if he were in bed Ewan would pick up on his power and hear the plants talking. Everywhere in the apartment was within the area of Ewan's own power. The garage though was just a touch beyond his reach. All in all, Sam was either in there, or it was his turn to be out partying - and Sam wasn't the all night partying type.

Tossing aside the blanket, Ewan hoped out of bed and went in search of Sam, moving through the apartment until he could feel the tingle he got whenever there was a gifted person within the range of his own mimicry powers. Sure enough, once in range of the garage the plant voices sprung to life and he could hear Winston chatting away to someone. The only person he could hold a conversation with was the one man Ewan mimiced the power of - Sam was up at this hour and still messing about with that bike.

Rubbing at his eyes as he stepped into the brighter lights of the shop, Ewan could smell the familiar scents of oil and grease in the air.

"Well, look who decided to join us. Morning Sleeping Beauty."

"It is morning, Winston, its nearly four a.m.," Ewan replied to the plant, leaning his head against the door frame. His eyes were closed, but he could hear what was going on around him and knew the layout of the garage well enough to see it in his head. Cracking open one eye, he looked at Sam, who was of course, messing with that bike. "Why aren't you in bed?"

"I just wanted to do one last thing on the bike and then it turned into a giant task of several other things. I can't just leave it unfinished," Sam replied, wiping an oil stained hand down his blue shirt. "Why don't you go back to bed?"

"Because I've gotten used to it being noisy when I go to sleep. Now that its quiet I'm worried the daisies in the planter have died or something." Finally opening both eyes, Ewan moved from his spot and over to the bike. Sliding one leg over, he sat himself down on the seat, hands holding onto the handlebars. Motorbikes weren't his thing - he was more cars - but he had to admit that Sam's pet project was coming along niceley. Hooking his leg back over, instead of getting off, Ewan simply spun around on the seat and leaned back to look up at Sam. "How about I keep you company till your done?"

"I was keeping him company," Winston interjected

"Well if you want to help..." Sam rubbed the back of his neck, getting grease over his skin.

Ewan smiled lazily up at Sam, leaning back on his elbows. "I said company, not aid."

"You look like Rent Boy company sitting like that,"

Sam narrowed his eyes at the plant sitting on the counter. "Winston, that's not nice."

Ewan was still grinning lazily. "Well, I am in nothing but my boxers, sitting on your bike." Sitting upright, Ewan leaned closer towards the older male, sliding his fingers over the smooth surface of the bike. "I thought I'd have a nice, quiet night in, but now I have a better idea than sleeping alone in my bed."

Sam raised a brow while a crooked grin spread on his lips. "Hmm? Oh, and what idea would that be?" he asked, moving to sit on the bike with Ewan, lifting the younger male up onto his lap. Ewan complied, sliding his legs around either side of Sam's waist, arms hooking around his neck.

"I thought you said you couldn't leave your bike unfinished?"

"I can't possibly finish it with you sitting on it like that," Sam replied, voice low and husky.