It was almost three weeks after Eva had been pulled off to prison for murder and Adan with her. Life had gone back to being as normal as it possibly before Nicolas had died. Jamie proved to be the constant company that Argo needed to get over Nicolas. She enjoyed his company as much as he loved hers.

“I still don’t understand,” Vateen said off of subject from the conversation Jamie had started with Argo. Jamie grinned. “Why?” Vateen asked.

Jamie shrugged. “Wouldn't you like to know?.”

Vateen watched her for a moment. “Aw, come on, Jamie!”

Jamie shrugged again. “It's for me to know, and you to find out!”

Vateen watched her several moments longer before he made a sound in the back of his throat, getting up. “Thomas was lookin’ for ya.” He walked away from the two.

Jamie looked to Argo, who quickly made the excuse he had to check on Nastasha and left, before she got up to go find Thomas. She would have to hurt that man. “Thomas,” she called, opening the door to the sitting area of the overly large ship.

Thomas looked up from his younger sister in front of him. “Ah, Jamie!” he cried, standing immediately. “I… I… You…”

“Hey!” Fleur cried, tugging on her brother’s pant leg. “You were not yet finished with your story!” George and Maria-Louise seated across from them watched with amusement.

“A-ah, yes. Forgive me, Fleur, but…” He looked back to Jamie, turning a deep shade of red. “Sh-shall we?” he asked her, holding out his arm.

Fleur pouted, but she let her brother go… This time…

“I, um,” he started, unable to finish his sentence. “W-well, Vateen informed me that you told my younger sister that… That… Well, that I love you, which has sent her into frequent fits. I must ask that you never—“ he stopped, looking to her when she halted in her walking. “Jamie?”

“I’ll pound that man,” she grumbled, glaring at Thomas, who hadn’t actually done anything. “I never told your sister anything like that!” She, too, was now bright red… Or as red as her face would go.

Thomas watched her, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “Oh, I see…” he sighed. “So Vateen told her that, huh?”

“He always did have a knack for starting things,” she grumbled.

“Agreed,” Thomas nodded. “Jamie, I am leaving in a while, and I wondered if you wouldn’t come to visit me in Neo-France…?” he said tenderly, unwilling to touch on a subject that she would enjoy beating him for.

Jamie smirked, crossing her arms. “I don’t know. We’ll just hafta see, hm?” She grinned broadly at his awkward nod; he was trying so hard. “’Course dad’ll hafta come with me.” This time, she watched as he paled.

“Oh.”

She laughed. “Well, go on, dummy!” she smirked, tousling his hair, though he was much taller than she was. She turned before she saw his reaction, and saw two figures in the distance spying. Oh, yes, she would get Vateen back.

She punched out as she passed the two figures, hitting one in the face, the other moving. She should have known: Vateen and Chen. Vateen up to no good again, dragging Chen into trouble since Tiso was just recovering. Chen just watched the young man hit the floor, walking off without much interest in the matter.

The families began leaving one by one: Vateen going back to Neo-Japan with Domon and Rain, Thomas getting drug back to Neo-France by his very energetic sister, Tiso and Chen leaving with Sai Saici, and Josh taking Nightmare Gundam back to Neo-Australia.

Pretty soon, the only families left were the Gulskiis, who lived there, and the Crockets. Jamie, who had fallen asleep on the couch, looked comfortable with her head pillowed on ‘Aunt’ Nastasha’s lap, and Nastasha receiving the comfort of holding a child again.

“We’ll leave her for now,” Shirley was telling Argo after gaining his permission, much to Chibodee’s dismay. “She could use a break from home. Besides, she adores you, Argo.”

“Now, Shirl, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Chibodee was saying as his wife pulled him from the spaceship, Bastien following both of his parents out.

She ignored him, of course.

Jamie slept soundly for almost an hour before she woke up to Argo’s heavy boots leaving the room. Looking up to Nastasha, she blinked at the cover of a book that she would probably find boring herself, but Nastasha seemed to be having a good enough time with it. It was all about politics... Yuck!

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Nastasha smiled tiredly, looking around the book to the young woman.

Jamie grinned sheepishly. “Didn’t mean ta sleep,” she said, sitting up.

“That’s alright,” Nastasha told her as she got up to stretch. “Your parents left. You will stay with Argo and I for a while.”

Jamie perked up immediately. "Really?!" she asked, jumping up. "This is great!"

Nastasha chuckled, sitting back down to read her book. She crossed her legs comfortably, starting on the next chapter of the book. She unconsciously played with her hair as she read, catching Jamie's attention.

"Nastasha," Jamie started, grinning at the woman as she looked up from her book, "if you aren't a soldier-lady anymore, why're ya readin' that book? It must be really boring."

Nastasha frowned at the girl. She was starting to wake up in one of her annoying moods; one of those moods where she would tease Nastasha until she found something else to amuse her. Wait! That was it.

"I believe Argo is in his chair if you would like to see him," she said, going back to her reading. To her relief, Jamie took the bait and ran out to find Argo.

Argo was in his chair, just like Nastasha had guessed. He looked up as she approached, smiling at her. "Did you have a nice nap?"

"Yeah." She stood beside his chair, grinning at him. "And now you're stuck with me for a while."

Argo faked a groan, smiled, then ruffled her hair. "You aren't going to chase me out of my own home are you?" he teased.

Jamie smirked. "I'll try not to," she informed him with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

This was going to be one long summer for Argo and Nastasha, but Argo smiled anyway.

A/N: Done. For now, at least. I may read it tomorrow and decide to add on.