The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Devon, Jack and Jane
When: Night
Where: Godric's Study - BGH
What: Devon's left with a sitter and stumbles upon some serious magic.

The adults were all gone to a wedding but Devon hadn't gone. He hadn't wanted to go. So he was at home, or at the home he was staying in with his Daddy Will for the moment, with a babysitter. His daddy was in New York and everyone else had gone to the wedding too so there really wasn't any other choice. The sitter was nice though, and she was pretty, but she got distracted easily once she realized that there was wi-fi available in the house. She was playing around on a notebook computer as Devon went wandering around the house, following Jack around.

"We're not supposed to go in that room," Devon warned Jack once they'd come across the room he knew to be Godric's study. But that didn't stop the spirit from making her way inside. Seconds later, there was the distinct sound of a click and the door started to creak open. Jack rarely ever manifested to the point of being able to impact things physically, but she was capable, as Devon well knew. And though he knew he shouldn't do it, he went inside, closing the door soft behind him.

"What is it, Jack?" The spirit was hovering, trying to draw his attention to a beautiful bottle that sat on top of a tall bookcase. Devon strained to climb up it and retrieve it, nearly dropping it in the process though he managed to keep it in his hands. He climbed back down and then took a seat in the floor, looking it over with a slight frown pursing his lips.

"It's pretty," Devon remarked, turning the bottle over in his small hands. He then looked at Jack with a brow quirked as she spoke to him. "What do you mean?" He glanced back at the bottle, even more curious about it now. How could a bottle hold magic? He rubbed it, just like she said to do, and the bottle started to smoke. Devon tossed it down and jumped up to his feet, backing quickly away.

( She was a little bit uncomfortable with the idea but, as a genie, she was bound to grant the desire of whoever woke her. )

Who: James & Will & Devon
Where: Airport & then apartment?
When: late Monday night
What: James is returning back to Boston.
Rating: no clue

William McCafferty-Grey was very nervous as he entered the airport but he would not show it. Dressed impeccably* for greeting his husband off the plane he instructed the cab to wait for them as he held Devon's hand and guided him through the Arrivals lounge making sure not to let go of the little kid's hand. The last converastion with James had been better but not perfect. At least he'd gotten some emotion out of him, something of the James Will had fallen for. Though still he wasn't putting all his hopes on this. They'd be living like a family again. Sorta. But James had said he was returning to LA after his stay here and Will took that as this was just a show for the holidays.

Didn't mean there wasn't at least some excitement about James' return. The angel really had missed him. Despite telling himself that it wasn't worth it, that it wasn't him, James was a fucktard and yadda yadda there was still strength in him. Something that James had put there.

As the crowds were huddled infront of the Arrival gate Will found himself nearer the back. This wouldn't do. "Come on, let's see if we can see your Daddy..." Will was taller than most the people here and so he scooped Devon up into his arms making sure they were level. Two pairs of eyes were better than none.


*Minus the shades obv cause its at night.

Who: James, Will, Devon, Wesley, and Rocky
When: Afternoon
Where: Boston
What: Court and an accident.

( Never leave me. Never ever leave me. )

Who: James and Devon
When: Early Saturday morning
Where: Their apartment
What: Devon has a secret to tell.

It was early on Saturday morning, but James was awake, mostly because Devon had woken up early from a nightmare and had come to wake him up. So he had gotten up with him, made him a quick bite to eat, and now they were in the living room doing something quiet so as not to wake up Will; putting wedding photos into an album.

They had made it through all the photos of the ceremony, all the ones of James and Will together at the altar, of Devon looking handsome in his suit, of both men with tears in their eyes, and were on to the pictures of the reception when Devon suddenly grew very still and silent, a deep frown formed upon his face as he stared at a photograph. James couldn't help but to notice the sudden change in his demeanor, so he glanced at the picture, which seemed like nothing out of the ordinary, just a shot of some of the wedding guests, then turned his attention toward his son. "What is it?" Devon didn't respond. "Devon, what's wrong?"

( Jack says that I should tell you something, but I dunno if I should cuz you might be mad at me. )

Who: James, Devon, Will, and some uninvited guests
When: Friday Afternoon
Where: James' apartment
What: A few people show up with some very unwelcome news.

It was Friday afternoon. James had just picked Devon up from school and arrived back at his apartment where he was working on making dinner. Will was coming over to join them, as he so often did, and both James and Devon were in a good mood. James was in the kitchen doing a bit of prep work while Devon stood beside him, rambling on and on and on about school. He had told James all about all of his new friends once already and was apparently starting on educating him on them a second time around. His enthusiasm was contagious. It did James' heart good to hear his son so excited, so happy. He had been worried that school wouldn't go well for Devon because of his gift, and he was glad that that worry had been unwarranted.

He was just about to put the food in the oven when there was a knock on the door. Odd. Will never really knocked as much as letting himself in, but maybe the door was locked and he'd forgotten his key. "Can you get that? It's just Will." Devon ran off to oblige his father leaving James to finish up on the first steps of dinner. All there was to do now was wait for it to cook.

"Daddy!" Devon's voice calling out to him set James on edge, and he grabbed a towel to wipe his hands as Devon further set off alarm bells. "There's some strangers at the door."

Walking out into the small foyer, James could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up at the rather formal sight of the people before him. "Can I help you?" He was polite, but clearly on edge.

"Are you James McCafferty?" The man asked, the woman behind him watching Devon closely as he took a few steps back and hid behind his father's legs. He too seemed on edge from these people that stood before them.

"Yes." The answer was given with a certain degree of hesitation, and moments later he'd wished he had lied.

Things seemed to turn into some weird haze as the man before him began to explain himself. He was an attorney here on behalf of Devon's maternal grandparents, his mother's mother and father. They were petitioning for custody, accusing James of being an unfit parent given his present situation and his record. And the woman with him was from Child Protective Services, and she was here to take Devon into custody until a hearing could be arranged.

"No." The word was almost hollow, breathless. He felt like his heart was going to stop beating. A few months back, he had been willing to give his son up, had thought it would be for the best, but everything that had transpired since then had told him otherwise. And there was no fucking way he was letting these people take his child anywhere!

Who: Fisher, Devon and James
What: Saying goodbye to the McCafferty boys
Where: James' apartment
When: Saturday Morning
Rating: PG
[note: It's an AIM scene. It was 2 in the morning!]

( Behave yourself, broody. Don't forget that you do know how to smile. )

Who: James, Will, and Devon
When: After Classes
What: Will's decided to do something sweet
Where: James' Apartment
Rated: NC-17

( Your son is hungry. And going deaf. Let's get dinner, yeah? )

Who: Fisher, James and Devon
What: Taking back his man
When: Wednesday Night
Where: James' Apartment
Rating: R


Again with his backpack and laptop bag, Fisher went to James' apartment. He'd needed to tear through his bedroom first, then pace around nervously for awhile, then wait until it was late enough to show up. He knew James didn't expect him to ever come back, even though Minerva was still there. At least, he hoped Minerva was still there. But When Fisher got there, it would be explained and James would forgive him for making him worry. He'd have to.

Standing outside James' door for a moment, Fisher tried to calm the butterflies in his stomach. He felt guilty and sad and anxious and really, really hoped James didn't shut the door in his face. After taking a deep breath, he lifted his fist and knocked sharply. It was almost eight thirty, so James and Devon were more then likely watching a movie.

Who: James, Fisher and Devon
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: James' Apartment
What: Fisher needs a place to stay for a while.

James was just getting started on dinner when he heard the knock on the door. The water was boiling for the noodles, the sauce simmering on the stove, and the over was preheating so that he could put the meatballs in once he got them composed. He was just about to start mixing them up when he heard the knock and turned to head towards the door, but someone else beat him to it.

"I'll get it!" Devon was pretty excited that Fisher was coming over. He liked Fisher a lot, which was ironic. But James was trying hard not to think too much on that topic. It'd only make him even more irritated with things than he already had been and he'd only just gotten himself into a semi-decent place after the talk with Lloyd the night before.

"If it's not Fisher, yell for me, okay?" Anyone else, and James would go see. Devon knew only to open the door when his father gave him permission, and that was only ever given when he was expecting someone, like now or like last night for example.

"HI!" The little boy spoke in greeting as the door to the apartment was pulled open wide. "Daddy tolded me you were coming!" From the other room, his grammar was corrected, "Told." Glancing towards the kitchen, Devon rolled his eyes. "Told. Daddy told me. Do you wanna come in?"

Who: James, Lloyd and Devon
When: Monday Night
Where: James' Apartment
What: James needs some professional insight.
Rated: TBD

The past two days had been terrible. Fisher was angry at him, for one, which was probably for the best. If he kept pushing, then maybe he'd run the man off completely. Then he wouldn't have to worry about something else happening between the two of them that shouldn't. His sister hadn't even spoken to him since he got back, hadn't spoken to him since they'd had that terrible fight while he was in St Lucia. He felt guilty about what he'd told Will, about what he was feeling, and that only seemed to stab him in the gut like a knife each and every time he looked at his son. And Will... he was back to his normal self, like James should have known he would be but had hoped he wouldn't. It really got to him, the flirting, even if he wouldn't admit it. It was just another thing to add to the list of things he was unhappy about right now, a list which was constantly growing.

James was just... miserable and confused ever since he'd stepped foot back on TJS grounds and he had no idea what to do about it. So he'd called in the professional even if the man couldn't really give him an unbiased opinion. But maybe unbiased wasn't really what he needed at all.

It was promptly at seven when James heard the knocking on the door. Of course someone knew how to be on time. "Devon, can you get that?" He yelled from the bathroom where he was busy washing his hands. The patter of little feet could be heard running to the door which was promptly swung open, a pair of striking blue eyes (just like his father) staring up at the man on the other side.

"Hello." He said, and smiled, showing off his missing two front teeth which still hadn't grown back from where they'd fallen out several weeks back. "Are you Lloyd?" His daddy had told him that one of his friends was coming over tonight, one he'd never met before. And he'd never met this man before so he could only assume that this was the friend he was talking about. "Would you please come inside?" He asked, as polite as could be, taking a step the side to make room for him. "Daddy's in the bathroom."

Who: Fisher and Devon
What: Random Visit
When: Thursday Evening
Where: Fisher's Room
Rating: ?


Blowing Rez had been kind of awkward. There really was no better way to word that, truth be told. Fisher hadn't expected anything remotely romantic, but Rez seemed so weirded out by it. It was really strange. But it was done now, a quick visit and nothing more, and Fisher was back in his room. Stretched out on his bed, Minerva purring on his chest and a magazine in hand, he was relaxed. There was a lot of turmoil going on in his head, conflicting decisions and raging jealousy and a crapload of denial. But at least he was alone now without anyone trying to make him talk or talking to him.

Until there was a knock on the door. Of course. With a disgruntled huff, Fisher dropped his magazine onto the bed and gently lifted Minerva off his chest, placing her onto his pillow as he sat up. "What the fuck," he mumbled, striding over to the door. Pulling it open, Fisher peered out into the hall to see... no one. Oh wait, there was someone. A short someone. Devon. Fisher furrowed his brow at the kid, looking up and down the hall for his taller half. "Um..." he said hesitantly, "shouldn't there be someone with you? Like... a grown up someone?"

Who: Cissy and Fisher and Devon and James
What: This girl so crayzay! He likes it
Where: Cissy's Room, then James' Room
When: Friday Evening
Rating: NSFW


Cissy was a nut, there was no doubt about it. She changed her mind more than strippers changed outfits. Fisher had expected her to go off to New York, and twice this week she'd said she was going, and twice she had decided not to. The goth had waited a few days before going to see her, just in case she changed her mind again and actually took off.

But she was in her room, and he knew because the lights were on and he could hear the television inside. She was talking to someone, probably herself, probably tossing outfits aside and trying to decide on pajamas. Fisher liked that about Cissy- she was one of the most manic people he knew and that made him feel a little more sane. He imagined Cissy liked him because he was more damaged than her in some other way, which probably made her feel good about herself. Not exactly the best thing to build a friendship on, but if they were healthy people they wouldn't be where they were now.

Knocking casually, Fisher waited for Cissy's frazzled voice to tell him to enter.

Who: James, Devon and Fisher
When: Sunday Afternoon
Where: Starting in the Cafeteria

"Excuse me." The voice was obviously young, childish, but it was by no means small. Devon was quite clear and confident as he stood beside the man his father had instructed him to go see, tugging upon the corner of his shirt. "Excuse me, Sir. I need to speak with you." He would not walk away until he'd said what he'd come here to say. His ice cream cone was riding on this.

Once he'd gotten Fisher's attention, he was quick to inform him of what he'd come here for. "I have a message for you from my daddy. He wanted me to tell you that he's sorry he was such an ass and that he loves you." He hesitated because there was something else, and he glanced over his shoulder towards his father who was standing not too far off watching the exchange. James nodded at him and Devon rolled his eyes as he turned his gaze back towards Fisher.

"He also wanted me to give you this." That was the announcement that proceeded things before the boy pulled on Fisher's arm so as to make him lean down and then Devon gave him a quick peck on the cheek before he turned and ran off back towards James who scooped him up in his arms and rested him upon his hip.

"Do I get my ice cream now?" Devon asked his daddy, wide-eyed and pouty-lipped.

James grinned, a quick glance given in Fisher's direction before he sat the boy down and handed him a dollar. "Have at it. I'll be waiting right here. Just go wait in that line and then tell the nice lady what you want." This way, Fisher would have time to come over and talk to him if he wanted.

Who: Cissy, James, and Devon
When: Sunday Evening
What: Something strange is going on around here!

Cissy had been with James and Devon all day long. In fact, she had been with Devon since the evening before when James had asked her to babysit while he'd gone out with Fisher. The boy had taken to her almost instantly and she'd fallen asleep with him curled up beside her the night before and had offered to stick around to help James and Devon get moved into their on campus apartment the next day. This was probably a good thing considering the email that Simon had sent her, one that she didn't have a chance to read before everything went down.

Devon and Cissy had fallen asleep laying on the bed in Devon's new room while James was getting his things moved from the dorm to here. James had come back to find them this way and had taken a moment to simply sit down and watch the both of them sleep, Devon's perfect little fingers wrapped around Cissy's thumb as they both breathed in and out slowly, Cissy's other hand resting upon her little pudge of a tummy. She was going to be a great mom.

James had just turned to stand up when it hit him, the weirdest thing he had ever felt in his life. He blinked his eyes, a frown overtaking his features as he realized that he had no idea where he was right now. He glanced over and there was Cissy. He knew her. But who was the kid laying there curled up beside her. "Cissy!" He said it loud enough to get her attention, freaking out just a little right about now.

( Awake! )