Summer

Cloudie smiled hesitantly at Stephan as he loped into the workshop's tearoom.
      "Thanks for coming."
       The marksman slid into a chair, lifting a shoulder in elegant nonchalance but his expression was circumspect.
       "It is no problem, Nuage."
       "I've got a bit of a dilemma," Cloudie continued, fiddling with her glass of orange juice. "Remember my friend Aggie? She lost her baby almost a year back?"
      Stephan nodded.
      "I remember, oui."
      "Well, she got pregnant again…"
      "That is good, no?" Stephan prompted as the tinkerer slipped into silence.
      "Oh, it's wonderful," Cloudie agreed quickly, "Aggie's wanted a kid for ages, but…" she leant towards the Frenchman, "She got pregnant about the time Devon came home for a visit with me…" the tinkerer nodded as Stephan's eyebrows climbed. "There's a chance Dev's the father."
      "… I see… "
      "What do I do, Stephan?" Cloudie watched his face anxiously, "Shall I tell Dev before we visit my clan for the holidays?"
      The Frenchman frowned, drumming his fingertips on the table top, something Cloudie had never seen him do before. Which was a point – she'd been worried about Devon's reaction but how did Stephan feel about all this?
      "'as she 'ad the baby yet?"
      The tinkerer made the mental calculations then nodded.
      "She should've."
      "Can you contact your people? Find out? It would be best to know if le petit is the father before we tell 'im so."
      "I can radio them," Cloudie was thoughtful, then she grinned. "If Dev is the kid's dad it'll be blindingly obvious! The other candidates are Tiger, who's half-caste, and Lonzo whose parents were Latino or something."
      "'ow soon can you make the call?" Stephan's voice was low and smooth but tension was evident in his raised shoulders.
      "I can do it now – "
      "Bon." the Frenchman stood abruptly. "I 'ave to go, Nuage."
      "Sure. Stephan…" the tinkerer called softly after the marksman as he turned to leave. "Aggie won't expect anything from Dev if he is the father."
      Stephan inclined his head though he didn't turn around.
      "Let me know as soon as possible."
      "Will do…" Cloudie watched the slender figure weave adroitly through the piles of car parts. Aggie wouldn't expect anything from Devon but would he expect anything from himself?

Devon had to chuckle at Winnie's triumphant squeal as the baby hauled herself to her feet using Cookie's sturdy body as support. Gracie's guide-dog for his part stoically endured the tugging on his coat - and the sharp noise in his ear – while still managing a good-natured wag of his tail.
       Winnie's rescue had gone off without a hitch a few weeks back. It'd been surprisingly easy, in fact, to retrieve the child from her 'carers'. Just before 2 a.m. - after a few days of covert surveillance - Tyler had manipulated the electronic security system into ignoring the window Devon opened; Nina, a doe-eyed, long-range telepath, had kept the child asleep while the TK scooped Winnie out of her cot, quickly transporting her across the chasm between the high-rise apartment blocks before closing and locking the window again. Tyler restored the security system to normal then she and Devon high-tailed it home, leaving Nina on the roof to telepathically monitor the penthouse suite's other occupants. It was hours before the child was missed…
      Ray Canly had been furious. The crime-boss had hauled in his nephew – Winnie's father – and interrogated him before turning his formidable attention to his numerous rivals and enemies. Lenore, through her contacts, had kept an eye on Canly's rampage through the criminal underworld, half-expecting him to make the connection to the Agency at any time. He didn't, but then again, why should he? The only link between Winnie and the Agency was that her mother was a 'path, something she hadn't been aware of let alone Canly. That was even assuming he had an idea she was still alive.
      As Holly had suspected she would, Sandy dragged herself back to life once she was reunited with her daughter. It'd been weeks since they'd seen each other but even with the changes in Sandy's appearance Winnie recognised her mother immediately. One of the Agency's seekers had scanned the little girl and discovered the reason for the instant identification: Winnie, as a proto-telepath, had locked on to her mother's mental signature – of course she knew who she was…
      It'd taken Sandy a while to adapt to her new circumstances, coming to terms with what had happened to her… and that she was a talent. She'd never suspected that, ever, but now she knew it explained a lot about why people reacted to her as they did – and she to them. Sandy took to the training with enthusiasm, proud and pleased at the speed with which she learned to master her talent. She was what was known as a 'projecting' empath, someone who could not only sense what others were feeling but influence their emotions. No wonder she'd been such a popular stripper!
      For the first time in her life Sandy was experiencing the joy of belonging. She and Winnie were at home with the Agency and they'd made some good friends very quickly. She and Gracie had taken to each other straight away, finding a deep camaraderie that was as comforting as it was inexplicable. She felt closer to Gracie than anyone else, they had an innate understanding of each other that was satisfying to them both. Added to that, Winnie adored John, and Cookie, so it was the most natural thing in the world for Sandy and her daughter to accept the married couple's invitation and move into their spare-room. There was no sex involved, which was a little unusual in Sandy's experience, but given John and Gracie's obvious devotion to each other it was no real surprise they didn't need any one else in that way.
      Sandy's only regret with her new life was the decision not to get back in contact with Janette and Frisky. She was going to miss them, but really it would be too dangerous for them to know she was alive. If Canly got wind of it their lives wouldn't be worth shit. She could keep in contact with her parents, though, Joel had never been interested enough to take notice of their names, or where they lived – that should be safe enough…

*Hey, Dev?* Cloud's voice sounded gently in the TK's mind. *Am I interrupting anything?*
      *Nah, just having a coffee with Sandy and Gracie,* he smirked, *and watching the kid use the dog as a walking frame.*
      The tinkerer laughed.
      *That's so cute! Won't be long before she's walking, then.*
      *Yeah, they've already started putting the breakables up on higher shelves.*
      *Lucky she's not telekinetic!*
      Devon chuckled, then:
      *So, did you want something, Cloud?*
      There was the shortest of pauses.
      *Just wondering if I could see you for a few minutes today, if you're not too busy? Need to clear up a couple of details about the trip.*
      *Sure. How about now?*
      Another odd pause.
      *That'll be fine. Want to swing 'round my place? I've got lemon cheesecake…*
      Devon smirked.
      *Better get there quickly then, before Rowan eats the fucking lot.*
      Cloud laughed again.
      *I'll see you shortly. Say 'hi' to everyone for me.*
      *OK…*
      The TK took his leave of the group, relaying Cloud's message and studiously ignoring the clear slime dribbling out of the baby's mouth as he gave her short, silky black hair a quick pat.
      He sauntered the short distance to the tinkerer's quarters, surprised but pleased to see Stephan there as well – though the seriousness of his lover's expression gave him a moment's concern.
      "What is it?" Devon's eyes darted between Stephan and Cloud.
      "Remember Aggie?" Cloud said.
      The TK nodded.
      "Yeah."
      "She had a baby…"
      "… and?" There was a horrible suspicion forming in the pit of his stomach.
      Cloud's smile was somewhat apologetic.
      "Look's like you're the father."
      Devon blinked.
      "Fucking… what?"
      "You're the kid's father, though – " Cloudie went on hastily, "let me say straight up that Aggie won't expect anything of you. She and Amber are surrounded by people who love and care for them –"
      The TK lifted his head sharply.
      "Amber?"
      "Yes," the tinkerer grinned, "Aggie's called her that because of her hair."
      "… oh."
      Stephan was there at his side, his hand a comforting warmth on a thin shoulder.
      "Cheri?"
      The TK shook his head.
      "I'm fine. It's just a bit…" he floundered as Stephan guided him to a chair.
      "I understand." Cloudie's blue-grey eyes were concerned. "But like I said, they won't need anything from you. Aggie won't want you to live with them or anything like that. She's just happy she's got a child – who the father is in almost incidental. It's pure chance you're Amber's dad rather than Tiger or Lonzo, and she wouldn't expect anything from them either."
      "That makes me feel so much fucking better." Devon grated. He glanced the tinkerer, bright green eyes narrowing. "How long have you known?"
      "Uh…" Cloud lowered her head, peeking at him through a thick curtain of blonde curls. "That you're definitely Amber's father? Only half an hour."
      "How long have you known there was the possibility?"
      "A few months, but – " she flushed at her friend's bitten-off exclamation, "Between Rowan and Ewan it kind of slipped my mind…"
      Devon heaved a sigh, shoving a hand through his copper mane.
      "Well it's happened, I guess we just have to fucking deal with it." He looked up at Stephan. "'m sorry."
      "For what?" the Frenchman slung an arm around his lover's shoulders, giving the younger man a teasing half-smirk. "Proving that you are - what is the word? Virile?"
      Devon scowled but Cloud interjected before he could say anything.
      "Do you still want to visit the clan with us? I'll understand if you don't, but Aggie said she'd love for you to meet Amber."
      The TK glanced at his lover again, gaining a slight nod by way of reassurance.
      "If you want to, I 'ave no objections."
      Devon frowned, turning back to Cloudie.
      "You sure Amber – and Aggie – will be all right?"
      The tinkerer nodded.
      "They will. You've seen how the clans operate. Our kids are the most precious things we have. Amber will grow up surrounded by love and light. She'll be cherished." The barely glimpsed relief that flashed across his face told Cloudie she'd correctly intuited her friend's main concern. She didn't know a lot about Devon's childhood but she knew enough to realise it hadn't been easy; naturally he wouldn't want a child of his to go through the same thing.
      "Would it be okay for me to take Amber something? A present?" Devon looked so unsure Cloudie had to smile – this must all be very strange to him.
      "Course!" the tinkerer grinned. "One of Misty's fellas, Bill, makes the most gorgeous soft-toys. Go see him, he'll have something perfect for her."
      "Could you help me choose?" Devon forced a half-smirk. "I've got no fucking idea…"
      "Sure, sweetie," she stepped forward and kissed his cheek, feeling the tension radiating from the thin body. She hugged him. "It's going to fine, Dev, honest."
      He returned the hug, briefly resting his head on her shoulder before pulling away.
      "We won't stay for the cheesecake, Cloud," he glanced up at Stephan, who was still at his side. "If that's okay?"
       "No problem, it won't go to waste." she grinned, hugging Devon again. "Another day, eh?"
       "Sure." The TK nuzzled Cloudie's neck then released her, making way for Stephan to brush a kiss over her cheek.
       "We will see you soon, Nuage."
       Cloudie watched them leave, Stephan with his arm around his smaller lover's shoulder, thinking that the next little while was going to be interesting for them both.

The weather was hot, almost oppressive the morning the small group set out for Land's End. Ewan rode with Cloudie on her paisley-decorated motorbike, Rowan and Jem were in the laden mini-van with Toby, while Stephan and Devon travelled in their own car. The pair had elected to stay at a nearby hotel rather than the encampment: this was the first real holiday they'd had together and privacy was high on their list of requirements: having their own vehicle would give them much more freedom of choice in how they spent their time.
      The tinkerer checked the vehicles one last time then the mini convoy set off west-ward through London's congested streets.
      The temperature and humidity dropped once they were out of the city and Cloudie began to enjoy the journey. Ewan was nestled close behind her, arms loosely about her waist, his rich, melodic *voice* singing in her mind a comforting, comfortable backdrop to the mechanical awareness. They stopped for lunch at a roadside take-away, giving the boys, and Gorey, a chance to run off some energy in a small stretch of woodland before continuing on…

Land's End was a popular summer destination amongst the Traveller clans so it wasn't just the Spiral's vehicles Cloudie spotted as she pulled into the encampment. The Badger's were here, and the Grass Foxes… The tinkerer grinned – looked like it was going to be a fun gathering. She and Rowan were greeted enthusiastically by the perimeter guards and their dogs, before Rowan nodded at Jem and the boys pelted off into the Spiral's area to find his parents. Cloudie introduced Ewan, Stephan and Toby - and Devon to the Badger and Fox members who didn't know him – then turned her attention to hauling the gear out of the van while Stephan and Devon said a temporary goodbye to each other. Cloudie hadn't meant to listen but from what she could overhear of their conversation Stephan was insisting Devon go in to meet Aggie and Amber on his own, he'd wait for him at their hotel. The tinkerer also couldn't help noticing the depth and intensity in Stephan's kiss, as if he really was saying goodbye. It occurred to her then that the Frenchman wasn't completely convinced his lover would return…
      "I'll give Dev a lift to the hotel later." Cloudie murmured quietly aside to Stephan as Devon organised the pile of gifts he'd brought. "Are you sure you don't want to stay? Dinner smells delicious."
      "Non, merci, Nuage." Stephan's large dark eyes were troubled, "It would be best if le petit did this alone."
      "Oh, okay then," Cloudie reached up and brushed a kiss over his cheek. "I'll see he gets back to you safely."
      "If 'e wants to return." Stephen muttered then looked as if he wished he hadn't spoken.
      "He will." the Tinkerer was firm. "Dev loves you, Stephan."
      The Frenchman blinked and coloured, but recovered quickly to give her a tight smile.
      "But does 'e realise that?" he kissed her forehead. "Au revoir, Nuage."

Aggie was waiting for them when they walked into the camp, a colourfully wrapped bundle held securely in her thin arms. Cloudie gave her friend a smile and a wave, resolutely ignoring the longing to see the baby in favour of letting Devon go first. The young TK's back was rigid with apprehension as he approached the mother of his child…
      "You'll be Ewan, then?" Daisy's cheerful voice pulled Cloudie away from her observations. "I'm Daisy, Cloudie's mum – this is her dad, Mal."
      The tinkerer slid her arm around her lover's slender waist, an action that brought a twinkle to her father's eyes, though to Cloudie's relief the expected comment about grandchildren wasn't forthcoming.
      "It's great to meet you." Ewan smiled at the older couple.
      "Ewan's a musician." Cloudie couldn't seem to control her grin.
      "Tambour, isn't it?" Mal asked, "Aggie told us." He added at his daughter's look of puzzlement.
      "Oh, lovely!" Daisy clapped her hands together. "Will you play for us?"
      "I'd be honoured." Ewan smiled, then turned to gaze warmly at the tinkerer. *Will you dance for me?*
      Cloudie sighed happily and hugged him.
      *Right up until I drag you off to our tent…*
      "Well, you've had a long journey," Daisy was beaming, "Come in and have a cup of tea then you can tell me all about how you met."
      "Leave them be, woman!" Mal rolled his eyes but his voice was fond.
      "I'm just interested, lover." Daisy quirked an eyebrow.
      "You're a soppy romantic is what you are."
      "Which has always worked to your advantage…"
      Cloudie laughed aloud at her mother's sly smirk, and her father's answering blush.
      "Give over, the pair of you! Yes, thanks mum, I'd love a cup of tea." Still with their arms wrapped around each other, Cloudie and Ewan followed her parents into their van.

The tinkerer gave it twenty minutes - she figured that was plenty of time to leave Devon alone with the girls - before excusing herself to go and visit Aggie and Amber. She went on her own - Ewan had been happy to stay and chat to her parents - hurrying across to the camper Aggie shared with her mother and younger brothers. Aggie and Devon were sitting in the shade of a tarpaulin stretched out from the side of the vehicle. The TK was gazing down at the small bundle in his arms; he lifted his head as Cloudie approached and the tinkerer could see pride, protectiveness and a little fear in his expression – much like any other new father.
      Aggie sprang up and enveloped Cloudie in a warm hug.
      "It's so good to see you!" she gave her friend a smacking kiss on the lips.
      "You're looking great!" Cloudie grinned. "What's it like being a mum?"
      "Hard work." Aggie laughed, "But I've had loads of help and Amber's just wonderful, she's worth the hassle." The young woman's eyes were shining. The tinkerer hugged her again then grinning hugely turned to Devon, arms open.
      "Can Auntie Cloudie have a cuddle, please?"
      The TK scowled.
      "Sit down first – don't want you dropping her."
      Cloudie blinked in surprise then chuckled and plonked down cross-legged beside him. She held out her arms again.
      "Gimme!"
      Devon smirked and handed over his daughter: Cloudie looked down into a peaceful, sleepy face, topped by a shock of bright hair a shade or two lighter than her father's.
      "No doubting her parentage then?" Cloudie grinned, lowering her head to nuzzle the silky fuzz, breathing in the baby-smell. "She's beautiful, Aggie."
      Her friend beamed.
      "Thanks. She is…"
      Cloudie frowned, scanning the campsite, suddenly realising what it was she'd been subliminally missing.
      "Tiger's not here?"
      Aggie sighed.
      "Nope. He decided to go walkabout the day after you contacted us."
      "Oh." Cloudie's shoulders slumped – she'd been looking forward to introducing her new lover to her old friend, but perhaps Tiger hadn't wanted to meet Ewan…
      "He said he was going to spend a little time with his kids. All of them."
      The tinkerer ghosted a smile, squashing down her disappointment.
      "That'll keep him occupied for months – tracking down all the relevant clans."
      Aggie chuckled.
      "He gets about, does our Tiger."
      Cloudie turned her attention back to the infant in her arms, cooing nonsense at her, delighted when she received a smile...
      *That looks very natural.*
      Cloudie looked up to see Ewan striding across the encampment towards her, a rather soft, dopey smile wreathing his face.
      *What does?*
      *You – with a baby.*
      The tinkerer blushed but, lost for words, said nothing. In the meantime Aggie had introduced herself.
      "You have to be Ewan." she eyed the lanky man with a smile.
      "I am." The musician sketched a courtly bow making the young woman chuckle.
      "Please, join us…"

The afternoon wound on with Cloudie, for once, spending her first few hours back at home with people and not up to her elbows in engine parts. Vehicle maintenance could wait 'til tomorrow, she was having too much fun playing with Amber. Eventually though Devon started showing signs of restlessness.
      "Like a lift to the hotel, sweetie?" Cloudie smiled.
      "Thanks," the TK smirked. He gazed down at the sleeping baby in his arms. "I'll see you soon, my bird." he whispered, brushing a gentle kiss over her forehead before handing her back to her mother.
      "Bring Stephan with you next time," Aggie grinned, "I'd like to meet him."
      "OK." Devon leaned across and kissed the young woman's cheek.
      Cloudie bounced to her feet.
      "Come on then, let's get you back so Stephan can stop fretting."
      Devon frowned up at her.
      "What?"
      "You'll have to ask him…" the tinkerer grinned. She bent down to kiss Ewan. *I should be back before dinner's dished up, but save me something if I'm not?*
      *Sure.* the musician stroked slowly down her hip raising a shiver. *Don't be long.*

Devon was quiet during the short ride to meet Stephan, his expression thoughtful as he slid off the 'bike.
      Cloudie touched his cheek.
      "You okay, sweetie?"
      "Yeah," he gusted a sigh. "I can't quite believe Amber's mine but – " he tapped his chest, " – in here, I know she is."
      "Congratulations, daddy." Cloudie grinned. "Say 'hi' to Stephan for me – and tell him I expect a visit."
      "Oh, don't worry," Devon smirked, a wicked light in his eyes. "I can be very persuasive."

The hotel room was large, and luxurious in an old-fashioned way, but Stephan saw none of it. Dumping his large and Devon's small bags in front of the wardrobe, he loped over to the window and stared out unseeingly.
      His lover, his love, was a father. Had a child. Had responsibility. Stephan chewed on a thumbnail, not noticing when he tore it below the nail bed and licking absently at the blood as the choking, panicked feeling inside him grew stronger.
      He was no longer the centre of Devon's life. He couldn't be. Devon was a father...
      He began to pace, trying to sort out his feelings. He didn't think Devon would abandon him - well, not without saying farewell, at any rate - but... He knew, rationally, that Devon's brief affaire with Athena had been partly manipulated by the empath herself, but emotionally, if he was brutally honest with himself, he still felt uncertain about his young lover's feelings. The pain of Devon's absence had frightened him: he'd never allowed himself to become so vulnerable. And he didn't think he could bear for it to happen again.

      It was probably the longest three hours of his life.

      He'd almost collapsed when Devon had swung through the door, grinning broadly, his eyes sparkling.
      "You should see her, Stephan! She's fuckin' gorgeous..." He paused and frowned, stepping forwards to hug his lover. "What's wrong? You look dreadful."
      Stephan forced a laugh.
      "Do I? I am sorry."
      Devon nuzzled his shoulder, then dragged him over to the big double bed and pushed him down to sit on the edge.
      "I'm not completely thick, lover. You've been... off since we found out. You worried I'm going to leave you or something?"
      Stephan shook his head frantically.
      "Mais non, cheri. Of course not..."
      Devon's eyes were narrowed.
      "You are, aren't you?"
      "Non..." Stephan rubbed a hand over his eyes and offered a discouraged sigh. "...oui..."
      Devon was silent for a moment, then sat beside him, one arm wrapped around his waist.
      "I wouldn't do that to you. Not again. Love you too much."
      Stephan swallowed.
      "But you are a papa now... You 'ave Amber..."
      "Yeah - so?"
      "You do not want to be a father to 'er?"
      Devon sighed and rested his head on the Frenchman's shoulder.
      "I wouldn't know how. And I don't want to stay with the clan - like my life too much. And Aggie loves her, and she and the clan are the best family for her, they'll make sure she's looked after and taught and protected. Long's I can see her, get to know her, make sure she knows me, that's all I'd expect. That sure as fuck is more than the clan expect!" He chuckled lightly. "I can see I'm gonna be more like a big brother than a dad..."
      Almost limp with relief, Stephan shakily kissed the TK.
      "I am sorry. I do not mean to be so selfish."
      Devon blinked, then growled and shoved his lover onto his back, straddling his hips.
      "You can be so fuckin' daft at times. You're not selfish. You're gorgeous and sexy and thoughtful and wonderful and I love you and I'm NOT going to leave you!"
      Stephan lay and blinked up into his lover's face, lips parted at the vehemence of the declaration: Devon grinned and kissed him, long and hard, and as they came up for air, prodded his stomach.
      "You're hungry. You haven't eaten properly in days. C'mon, half the reason for choosing this fucking place was because of the food!"
      Slightly dazed, Stephan allowed Devon to pull him upright and drag him to the door. Before opening it, however, the TK turned to his lover, expression serious.
      "Amber's important, but she's not as important to me as you. I love you. I chose you. I'd like you to meet her, though - she's gotta know about you sooner or later and I'd rather it was sooner. If that's OK with you."
      Stephan nodded, almost reassured, and Devon grinned widely.
      "Glad that's settled. Now, let's eat - then I want to see if that bed's as comfy as it looks..."

The following day Devon did persuade Stephan to come with him though Cloudie didn't see either of them until lunchtime. The tinkerer worked steadily through the morning, checking her clan's vehicles and attending to any problems she found. It looked like she'd be busy for the next couple of days, too: Cloudie had happily agreed to see to the Badgers' and Foxes' vehicles as well.
      "Stephan, hi!" Freshly washed, the tinkerer sat down amongst her friends, accepting a thick sandwich from the plate Ewan offered. "I see you've met Amber."
       The Frenchman raised a fine, sardonic eyebrow: that was obvious, given he was holding the baby.
       "She's beautiful, isn't she?" Cloudie cooed at the child.
       "Tres jolie." Stephan was smiling the smile of the completely smitten and Cloudie chuckled.
      "Amber's won another heart," she said to Aggie. "Takes after her dad that way."
      Stephan smirked while Devon raised an eyebrow but refrained from comment…

They'd planned to stay seven full days with the clan and the time passed for the tinkerer in a languid sort of pseudo-routine. She spent a couple of hours each day immersed in the clans' vehicles and the rest of the time with Ewan, either alone or with others. Ewan had slipped into clan life like he was born to it, cheerfully helping out where he could with the day-to-day chores, making friends and taking his turn on guard-duty. He played with the other musicians every night after dinner as well, and Cloudie was pleased to see her lover welcomed with open arms into her extended family. She felt… content, happier than for a long time, realising if she hadn't been in love with the musician before she certainly was now, finding a deep joy in his company, loving being with him. It was wonderful having him around all the time… perhaps when they returned to the city they could think about moving in together?
      Devon, and Stephan, visited the encampment every day though they didn't spend all their time there. They too were happy to help out around the place but tended to stay close to Aggie and Amber when they weren't doing anything specific. That they were blissfully happy with each other was obvious to Cloudie, and she suspected they'd finally realised it themselves.
      At first the tinkerer was a little concerned that Toby – the field-agent who'd accompanied them as a sort of bodyguard – would feel out of place. This was his first visit to a Traveller clan, he didn't know anyone and as far as Cloudie was aware he was a born and bred city kid. She needn't have worried, the outgoing Australian dived into the experience with enthusiasm. He was having a ball! He'd never really been camping before and he loved the community feel of clan life. Toby said it reminded him of the family gatherings at home in Melbourne, all that was missing was no one was arguing in Italian! And – he'd confided to the tinkerer late one night – he'd really needed a break from his lover. Nathan was extraordinary but the man had boundless energy, he hardly ever slept and he talked all the time. Cloudie laughed, she knew Nathan through work and her meetings with the neural-ware technician always left her feeling a little breathless.
       And speaking of breathless, Cloudie didn't see much of her brother and Jem but when she did catch a glimpse of them they were usually tearing around at full speed. The tinkerer shook her head, she envied the boys their energy sometimes…

Cloudie stood alone, almost at the edge of the cliff, gazing out over the rolling ocean, the wind moulding her long, full cotton skirt to her legs. The tinkerer breathed in deeply then exhaled with a sigh. She loved this place…
      This was their last afternoon with the clan, early tomorrow morning they'd be packing up and returning to London. It was always a wrench leaving her family but at heart the tinkerer was looking forward to it – she only ever felt completely safe within the walls of the Agency building…
      A glint of colour caught her attention and she turned to spot Rowan, alone save for Gorey, sitting at the cliff's edge a little further away.
      *Hi, Rowan,* Cloudie greeted him when she was within his 'pathic range, *I've hardly seen you at all this week!* She sat beside him.
      *Hiya, Cloudie,*the boy flashed a grin at her then continued his observation of some seagulls. *Me and Jem have been busy.*
      *What are they thinking about?* Cloudie indicated the birds riding the strong breeze out over the water.
      *Food.* Rowan smirked. *Seagulls don't think about much else.*
      The tinkerer laughed.
      *Just like some boys I know!*
      Rowan grinned again, briefly, then the smile disappeared.
      *I'm sorry I've been such a shit.*
      Cloudie hid her surprise behind a rueful smirk.
      *Ah, don't worry 'bout it, being a shit is in the job description of a little brother, isn't it?*
      Again a brief smile then Rowan swivelled to face her.
      *Cloudie, I don't… I've never… hated you for taking me away from the clan.* his bright blue eyes were sombre. *I know you only wanted to help.*
      Cloudie blinked, unable to hide her surprise, or discomfort this time.
      *Thanks.* she nudged him with her elbow, an attempt at levity. *But it turned out all right, didn't it?*
      *Yeah. Wouldn't have met Jem if I'd stayed.* the grin was back. *We're gonna be friends forever.*
      *I'm sure you will.* Cloudie chuckled, then before she could react her little brother was hugging her, his arms around her waist with his face pressed into her chest.
      *I love you, Cloudie.*
      And then he was gone, running off back to the encampment with Gorey galloping along at his side.
      The tinkerer looked after him, frowning: what was that all about?
      *Cloud?* She stood as Ewan ambled towards her. *What's up?*
      *Nothing.* Cloudie snuggled into his embrace with a happy sigh. *I think Row's growing up.*
      The musician smiled, nuzzling her ringlets.
      *Come for a walk with me?*
      *Sure…*
      They didn't go far, just to a small stand of weathered trees out of sight of the camp. There, Ewan sat down, stretching his long legs out in front of him and tugging Cloudie down onto his lap. The tinkerer chuckled richly, reaching beneath her skirt to gently knead her lover's groin. Ewan stifled a groan, arching forward to plant a kiss at the top of the tinkerer's cleavage. Cloudie glanced around quickly then giggled, wriggling backwards far enough to unzip his worn jeans. She smiled as Ewan surged erect in her hand, then scrambled off his lap, only standing long enough to strip off her brief cotton panties before sinking back down. Ewan's cheeks were flushed as he guided himself into the tinkerer's welcoming body and he groaned again as Cloudie began to move…

They rested, catching their breaths, Ewan cuddling Cloudie close, her head on his shoulder.
      *What is it, lovely?* Ewan asked, catching the slight shift in the tinkerer's emotions. Cloudie pushed herself to sit upright: she stroked his cheek with her fingertips.
      *My contraceptive implant will need replacing in a few months time.*
      The musician's forest-green eyes were warm, and hopeful.
      *Don't replace it, please.*
      Cloudie bit her lip.
      *Are you sure? It's a big responsibility…*
      *I'll be there to share the responsibility with you.* he reached up to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. *I love you, Cloud. Marry me?*
      Cloudie's jaw dropped.
      *Marriage? Are you serious?* A broad, almost manic grin quirked her lips as Ewan nodded. *Hey now, let's not go making any life-altering decisions.* Her mental tone was light as she cupped his face in her hands, leaning down to kiss him soundly. *Let's have a kid first and see how we get on.*
      Ewan laughed his relief out loud, crushing her to him in a fierce hug.
      *I love you so much…* he whispered.
      *Love you, too.* Cloudie nuzzled his neck. *Would you like to move in with me? We could get bigger quarters, or redecorate, if that'll help you feel more at home…?*
      Ewan chuckled.
      *Nah, no need for that. I love your space, Cloud – feel very comfortable there.* He kissed her nose. *Long as I can bring my dragons with me I'll be fine.*
      *Twit, of course you can! They'll fit in nicely with all my stuff.* Cloudie shifted in his lap, teasing her groin along the flaccid length of Ewan's penis. She smirked as she felt him thicken between her thighs. *Dinner'll be ready soon but I think we've got time for another quick one…*

A little later they wandered hand in hand back to the camp, Cloudie feeling slightly giddy with a quiet sort of euphoria. She felt as if she was walking on, well… clouds. It was wonderful…
      "Wondered where you two had got to." Devon was sitting alone under the tarpaulin outside Aggie's van. The young TK cast a knowing eye over the couple. "Al fresco, eh?"
      "Oh yeah." Cloudie laughed, twisting to kiss her lover's cheek.
      Ewan smiled down at her.
      "I'll get us something to eat," he glanced at Devon. "Can I get you something?"
      "Nah, thanks, Stephan's getting ours."
      Ewan grinned and ambled off, leaving Cloudie to settle herself beside her friend.
      "You're looking disgustingly pleased with yourself." Devon observed with a tilt of his head. The tinkerer giggled, grey-blue eyes sparkling.
      "I'm very happy."
      "Can tell." Devon smiled in empathic understanding – he was pretty happy as well. "Ewan's good for you."
      "He is." Cloudie agreed softly. She peeked sideways at the TK. "We're thinking 'bout trying for a baby in a few months."
      Devon blinked then grinned widely.
      "That's fucking fantastic!" he leant across to hug her.
       Cloudie giggled again, relaxing into the embrace and breathing in the remembered, arousing scent of him.
      "You can blame your daughter, she's inspirational."
      Devon laughed and kissed her cheek.
      "I can see why…"
      "The thing is, Dev," comfortable within the circle of the TK's thin arms, Cloudie reached up to stroke his throat, "before that happens, I was wondering if the four of us – you and Stephan, Ewan and I – could… get together?"
      "To fuck?"
      The tinkerer nodded, looking into his face.
      "Ewan's okay with this?"
      Another nod and Devon gave her a lop-sided smirk, brushing a kiss over bright curls.
      "Fine by me, I'll see how Stephan feels about it."
      "Thanks, Dev." Cloudie's voice was low and silky with an undercurrent of anticipation. She lifted her head and leant in close, nipping lightly at his lips. "Missed you." She felt rather than heard Devon's indrawn breath, felt the sudden tension in his body – he'd missed her, too, apparently.
      The sound of someone pointedly clearing their throat pulled them out of the moment. They turned simultaneously to see Ewan and Stephan, both men laden with full plates of food, looking down at them.
      "Starting without us?" Stephan sighed theatrically. "That is very impolite."
      Devon quirked an eyebrow at Cloudie.
      "Well that answers that question I guess."
      The tinkerer laughed.
      "Good. Saves time."
      It was Ewan's turn to raise an eyebrow.
      "I assume you're going to tell us what's going on?" he grinned at Cloudie. *Though I can hazard a guess. Devon said yes?*
      She nodded, eyes twinkling as she accepted a plate from him.
      *He's going to check with Stephan.*
      Ewan's grin widened and he swung himself down beside Cloudie, giving her a peck on the lips before tucking into his meal.
      *Do you think Stephan will be up for it?*
      The tinkerer glanced across to where the dark-haired Frenchman was sitting companionably close to Devon.
      *Oh, I think so,* she smiled. *But not tonight.* Ewan paused mid-chew at the sultry tone. *Tonight you're all mine.*
      He hastily swallowed the mouthful of food, then took Cloudie's hand and brushed his lips over the backs of her fingers.
      *As my lady commands.*
      The tinkerer's pupils flared wide and dark as she inclined her head graciously.
      *Does this mean you're my knight?*
      Ewan's smile was loving, intimate.
      *Your knight, your king, your husband, your lover, your friend.* he turned her hand over and kissed her palm, *Anything and everything, Cloud. I love you.*
      Cloudie had the foresight to put her plate of food safely out of the way on the ground before flinging her arms around his neck.
      *Ewan…* she couldn't finish the thought.
      The musician nuzzled her curls.
      *We're going to have a beautiful life together.*
      *I know,* she kissed him, glad she wasn't having to rely on a voice made shaky and unreliable with emotion to convey the depth of her feelings. *I know…*

The early-morning birdsong emanating from the small copse near their tent woke the tinkerer. Cloudie blinked as her eyes adjusted to the diffuse light and she debated getting up now or staying right where she was, snug and warm, just a little bit longer. The latter was very tempting, Ewan was still asleep, cuddled in close behind her, one of his arms draped heavily over her waist. She sighed happily, last night had been good – better than good in fact, it had been, in a way, transcendental. Knowing, understanding Ewan's lifelong commitment to her helped Cloudie really let go in her love-making for the first time, and the results had been… mind-blowing. The tinkerer grinned; she couldn't expect it to be like that all the time, naturally, but it had been wonderful knowing what they were capable of…
      Ewan sighed, a prelude to waking, and his arm tightened about her waist for a moment.
      *Mmmm, morning, lovely.* He mumbled, pulling himself out of sleep.
      *Morning.* Cloudie flipped herself over in his arms, snuggling into her lover's chest with a contented murmur.
      *Ready to go home?*
      She nodded.
      *I think so. I love visiting my family but I'm itching to get back to work.*
      Ewan chuckled.
      *Me too. And I can't wait to have a long, hot bath…*
      Cloudie laughed aloud.
      *That's the best bit about visiting the clan – the bath when you get home!*
      *Thank you for inviting me,* Ewan pulled the tinkerer close. *I've really enjoyed myself.*
      *I'm glad. And I'm glad my people have taken to you so quickly.*
      *Would it have been a problem if they hadn't?* Ewan's expression was both curious and serious.
      *No.* Cloudie laughed. *But then, I knew they'd like you.*
      Ewan smiled and kissed the corner of her mouth.
      *I like them, too…*
      *See? Everyone's happy.* Cloudie wriggled closer somehow to her lover who chuckled even as his breath hitched.
      *I want to make love to you now, but - *
      * - we have to get a move on.* Cloudie finished the sentence for him. She tilted her head, nibbling the underside of his jaw. *Don't worry, my knight, at the end of our journey lies a deep bathtub and a soft bed for our pleasure.*
      Ewan grinned.
      *That was very lyrical.*
      *Maybe you bring out the poet in me?* Cloudie kissed him, pressing teasingly close again for a moment before pulling aside the covers. *Come on, let's get dressed and packed and have some breakfast. The sooner we're gone from here the sooner we can tear each others clothes off again…*

Cloudie surveyed the loaded minivan with satisfaction: not yet 9 a.m. and they were essentially ready to go. Devon and Stephan had told her last night as they were leaving the encampment not to wait for them, they'd be making their own way home later in the day. Ewan and Toby were ready to leave, all she had to do was round up the boys. Cloudie frowned: now she thought about it she didn't recall seeing Rowan and Jem at all this morning.
      "Ewan, could you call the monsters, please, let them know we're about to leave?"
      The musician concentrated briefly then he blinked.
      "They're not here."
      "What do you mean 'they're not here'?" Cloudie's frown deepened.
      "I mean, they're not within my range." Ewan's deep-green eyes were troubled. "If they were within a half a mile of me I'd be able to contact them, but I can't."
      The tinkerer swore, fear gnawing at her guts.
      "What the hell are they playing at? Little shits, I'm going to kill them when I find them!"
      Daisy and Mal stood close together near their daughter. They exchanged a glance.
      "They're not here, sweetie," Daisy spoke softly. Cloudie stared at her mother.
      "… what…?"
      "They left last night after you'd gone to bed."
      "Left?" the tinkerer's eyes glittered in her flushed face.
      Daisy glanced at her partner again.
      "They said they were sorry they hadn't told us earlier but they'd wanted to keep it a secret – "
      "Jesus!" Cloudie exploded. "And you just fucking let them go?!"
      "It's what they wanted, love." Mal put in.
      "I don't believe this," the tinkerer snarled. "Do you have any idea what it's like out there for unprotected talents? Do you have any idea the danger they're in? Do you?!" She bared her teeth at the obstinately silent couple then bellowed for the Agency switchboard…
      *Cloudie, what is it?* a concerned Misty answered the frantic summons.
      *Rowan and Jem have buggered off,* Cloudie was shaking with fear and anger. *We have to find them. We -*
      *Cloudie, calm down.* Pamela, the Agency's personnel 'manager' broke into the communication.
      *Rowan and Jem have gone, Pam -*
      The empath's level, *I know.* stopped Cloudie cold.
      *You know?* the tinkerer was panting shallowly, so distressed she was almost unaware of Ewan's arms around her. *We have to find them -*
      *No, Cloudie.*
      *What?!*
      *We're not going after them. Just stop and think about it for a moment, girl.* Pamela's even tone overrode the younger woman's spluttered denial. *Rowan hasn't been happy with us at all, has he? Neither has Jem. What do you think they'd do if we hauled them back?* She waited for an answer but none was forthcoming. *They'd only run away again, you know this.*
      *But, they're just kids, Pam, they can't be out there on their own.* Cloudie was sobbing silently.
      *They're not on their own.*
      *… I don't understand.*
      *You've heard of Herne's Spear?*
      Cloudie nodded: of course she'd heard of the eco-warriors, the clans supported their efforts, Vic, one of the Spirals, had been a member for years…
      Vic…
      The tinkerer growled: the craggy male had been in the camp, he'd obviously been talking to the boys, filling their heads with stories…
      *Vic didn't recruit the boys.* Pamela said sharply. *They approached him months ago on your last visit home.*
      *How do you know that!?* It was part-way between a wail and a scream, and Ewan flinched.
      There was a pause then Pamela spoke again, reluctantly, it seemed to Cloudie.
      *We've been monitoring the boys' electronic communications. They've been in contact with Herne's Spear for a long time.*
      *Oh, god…* Cloudie sagged in Ewan's arms. *I've been so stupid. I thought Row'd settled down. He's been happier…*
      *He and Jem have been planning this for a long time, Cloudie.* Pamela was gentle. *It's not your fault, you haven't failed him.*
      The tinkerer didn't respond, still shaking she buried her face in her lover's chest.
      *The boys aren't on their own, they're with people who'll take care of them - *
      *I should've tried harder, made more of an effort to help him fit in.* Cloudie whispered.
      *Rowan is an intelligent, determined child, Cloudie.* Pamela sighed. *He knows what he wants and he's not going to let anything get in his way, let alone an overprotective big sister.*
      The tinkerer fell silent and Pamela sighed again.
      *Rowan and Jem aren't going to be out of our sight, Cloudie, we… have a 'pathic trace on them.*
      Cloudie raised her head, frowning.
      *You know where they are? How they are?*
      *Yes.* that admission seemed even more reluctant and the tinkerer's eyes narrowed.
      *There's one of ours in Herne's Spear, isn't there?*
      Pamela hesitated, then:
      *Yes. We have people inside most of the activist groups.*
      Cloudie's lips twitched in an attempt at a smile.
      *I s'pose I'd better forget you told me that, eh?*
      *In the interests of security I think that would be best.* the empath almost sounded ponderously sombre – almost. Cloudie responded to the tiny thread of humour with a stronger smile.
      *All right, I won't go after him.* she wiped her eyes. *Promise me they'll be safe?*
      *As safe as they can be surrounded by like-minded, militant individuals intent on saving the planet.*
      Cloudie's smile was wry.
      *That's not reassuring me, Pam.*
      *They'll be looked after, Cloudie, I can promise you that.* the empath said. *And they'll be taught effective ways to fight for what they believe in.*
      The tinkerer let out a sigh, resting her cheek against Ewan's chest.
      *I guess I'll just have to make do with that.* she half-smiled. *I'm sorry for the ruckus. I kind of lost it…*
      *Understandable.* Pamela reassured her. *Safe journey home, Cloudie.* She closed the connection.
      *You okay, lovely?* Ewan's fingers were gentle as he brushed locks of bright blonde away from his lover's face.
      *Yeah.* she searched his face. *Did you know what they were going to do?*
      *No.* Ewan's lips thinned. *But I should've suspected they were up to something. The pair of them have been locked-up tight, mentally, for days now.*
       Cloudie wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging the musician tightly.
      *Well, it's done. The little horrors have got what they want. I suppose we can only wish them well.* she blinked back tears. *I hope Rowan keeps in contact with us. I'm going to miss him – and Jem, and Gorey.*
       Ewan rocked her gently in his arms for a few moments.
       *Do you want to ride back by yourself? I can go with Toby in the van if you need some time alone.*
       Cloudie shook her head.
      *No, please ride with me.* She stroked his face. *I need you.*
      Ewan smiled, stooping down to kiss her.
      *Let's say goodbye to everyone, then we can go.*
      *Yeah...*
      Cloudie shook back her mane of ringlets and straightened her shoulders. She felt shattered, but that would pass. The important thing was her brother and his friend weren't on their own, she could – in time – let go of the responsibility she felt for them. Cloudie smiled wryly to herself: if nothing else she'd learnt from this experience that in the event she and Ewan had kids, she'd insist – no, gently encourage – they all be completely honest with each other…