Destiny Falls

Niles was sitting in the laundry room, spread out across a line of four or so chairs with one earbud from his ipod in his ear and a book on his chest. He was waiting for his whites to spin out and wasn't really interested in doing much of anything. 

Other than just sitting. And staring.

It had been one weird fucking week.

He'd called them home, and now they had to report. Talk to him. Look him in the eye and tell him that they were going to stop fucking up. He loved them, but he wouldn't have raised them to be the - squeamish - creatures that they were, his sons.
They were utterly devoid of the devotion they should feel for him, if for nothing more than the fact that he'd saved both of their lives.
Without his blood pumping through their veins, they would be utterly useles. Unlike Miss Smith...
Smiling to himself, he thought he might make an example.