"Remind me again why someone else can't do this?" Gansey asked, holding the phone with his shoulder and cradling the Small Nameless One against his chest. She giggled and cooed, fisting a chubby little hand around his sweater.

"Well," Blue said from the other end, "Again, I'm at school until noon. Finals, remember? And I will then come get Grace and you can curl up in a corner and cry."

"You are heartless," Gansey announced.

"Yes," she agreed, and hung up.

Gansey sighed. "Okay, kid," he told the Small Nameless One Called Grace, "Please don't kill me."

Grace smiled up at him with a look that some might call sweet. Gansey called it horrifically maniacal and malicious, even though it probably wasn't. He hoped. She was being raised by a bunch of crazy psychics and an ex-assassin, though, so it was probably just wishful thinking on his part.

"Would you like to read a story?" he asked hopefully, and got a nod. He could do this.

It was two in the afternoon, and Blue's cell phone was off. Gansey took a deep breath and surveyed the room again. "Grace!" he called, hearing nothing in return. "Noah?" he tried, getting a soft gust of air in reply. "Okay," he said. "Let me know if she leaves the building, please." Noah appeared for a moment, mouthing Okay before vanishing into tendrils of air and dissipating from there. "Grace!" he yelled, projecting through the building. He paused for a moment, and there. Laughter.

He ran to the slightly ajar door to Noah's "room" and peeked in to see Ronan sitting on the unused bed, reading a book that Gansey had definitely never seen before to Grace.

"Ronan," he said softly, not wanting to wake the slowly nodding off girl. "How long have you been home?" Ronan raised a shoulder in reply. "The whole time," he offered, and Gansey immediately restrained the urge to strangle him. "The whole time?" he demanded. "I've been floundering!"

"I don't know, Dick," Ronan said, grinning. "You seemed to do just fine."

Gansey was still glaring, an hour later, when Blue finally showed up. "Finals run late?" he asked, frost in his tone. "Sure," she replied, not even bothering to hide her amusement. "Can you do this next week?"

"No!" he shouted at her retreating back. "No, Jane, I cannot!"

He did anyway.

Okay, you guys, I am so, so sorry this took so long. I am a terrible person. It was all my computer's fault, because it basically just said, Nope, okay, bye-bye and died. Tragically. And this was a request. I am still taking requests and working on the other stories. I do still need a beta. Please review and let me know what you think! Or just, y'know, yell because I took so long. That's cool too.