The Sequel. The Little Rose.

Chapter Forty-five. A Surprise for Grammy.

As the picture on the screen faded from little Rose's last announcement Silas didn't even bother to hide his grin.  Reaching over he cheerfully dislodged a sleeping cat from Sang's lap and hugged her.  "Well that's where you learned to make spud guns, Aggele," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. "Nice job.  I would never have thought of using one to launch a kite."

"Fuck, Silas.  Did you not hear what Sang Baby said?"  North growled, as he leant forward and rubbed his palms into his eyes. 

"Flamethrowers! What the fuck? Jesus Trouble just keeps coming with the wild ideas." Gabe muttered to a grinning Luke.

"I heard everything, North.  But, considering Aggele is sitting right here next to me I really don't think any bad happened, do you?"

"Not the point, Si."  North groaned.

"Well what is your point, North?"  Owen butted in, as Sean covered the grin on his face as he watched Sang glare at North.

The point is I'm going to be grey before I'm fucking 30 if this keeps up."

"Well you might want to take a ride on your bike then, North."  Sang spoke up, a little hurt by his attitude.  All she had done was help someone fly a kite.  "No one is making you watch this, you know."

"It's fine, Sweetie.  Please don't be upset," Kota murmured to her.  "North is just a little shocked.  You don't seem to realise just how unique you are to have even thought of these ideas, let alone made them come to life."

"A little shocked?"  Sang's lip dropped a bit, and she swallowed.  "I think watching this is a bad idea."

"Oy, pull the lip in, Trouble."
"Cupcake, your home movies are awesome.  No way do any of us want to miss this.  Right North?" Luke stared his brother down.

"They're right, baby.  I'm sorry.  It's just you were so little, and ... and cute and sweet.  Then suddenly you're not only doing the most amazing things, but you're talking flamethrowers, for fuck's sake. It's ..."

"Impressive would be an apt description, I think," Victor smoothly threw into the mix smiling adoringly at Sang.

"Well it's not like I ever modified it, you know." Sang said "Even if I did draw up the plans." She muttered quietly to a smirking Silas.

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"Hey Grampa, are you busy?" Rose yelled, as she raced into the workshop attached the garage.  Not seeing or hearing anyone reply, Rose set out investigating.  She really needed to talk to Grampa, because she didn't like what she had heard Grammy mention the night before and she had thought long and hard about a solution.  Now, all she had to do was get some equipment and her Grammy would be set.

Walking through into the garage Rose spotted a pair of legs hanging out from under Grampa's old car.  Kneeling down quickly Rose quietly squirmed her way underneath "Hi Grampa.  I've looking for you," she announced seriously, only to wince when her Grampa startled and dropped the tool he had been using.

Grampa turned his head, raised his eyebrows and then grinned.  "You've got to stop doing that to me, Rosie girl.  You're going to give me a heart attack one day."

Rose's eyes widened.  She didn't want to think of anything happening to Grammy or Grampa. "We're fine Rose.  We have annual medical checks and we're good to go for a long, long time," Grampa quickly asserted, when he saw Rose's face pale a little.

"I don't like it when you say things like that, Grampa.  It's like tempting fate or something."

"I should have known you'd be a little superstitious, Poppet.  Now, what did you need to discuss with me?  You sounded very serious back there," Grampa remarked, as he wiped his hands clean and walked out into the garden with Rose firmly wrapped around his leg.