*Splash*! The increasingly familiar sound of Squib
hitting water reached Sierra Rodney's ears from her
bedroom where she was hastily packing for what, in
theory, would be a quick trip to Skor II. "Oh, bantha
fodder! I *just* had the girls ready!" She cursed as she
threw her hands up into the air before resuming her
activities. Bruce giggled from the bed where both he and
his father were in time out. For once, Sierra took her
duties as Claudius' nurse seriously. She had been
watching him like a hawk to ensure he healed properly.
The black and white felinx, the family's most recent
addition, was seated on the bed right beside Bruce. The
felinx seemed reluctant to ever leave the boy's side.
Despite Sierra's best efforts to give the felinx a
non-food related name, it ended up with the name
Neapolitan. Though he didn't show the same coloration as
his namesake, the girls had called him it so many times
that he started responding to it. So, Nea the felinx
came to be.
Sierra was loading her purse with snacks for the
girls. She had taken out everything that wasn't
necessary and inedible. It took time for her to discover
that her purse had been to the zoo, but when she had,
she hadn't been terribly pleased. It couldn't be healthy
to eat lipstick. Sierra sighed, retreating over to the
bed to sit with her men. "How are you feeling today,
love? You should soon have some peace and quiet with the
little man. I expect you to *relax*." She stressed.
Sierra had contacted a medical Squib college on Skor II
about Ewwiekewwieikkie's interest in becoming a nurse.
Her relation to the Big Time Hero of Beyond-Squib
Eliteness had gotten her a speedy request, and now she
was taking Melickielickie and Ewwiekewwieikkie to see
the college. She wanted Drusilla to go, but she had a
feeling she would have to drag her youngest stepdaughter
out of her room to accomplish such a feat.
Claudius Rodney was propped up in bed still
recovering from his bruised ribs from his unfortunately
encounter with the Rebels on Delaya. As he sipped his
chilled starfruit cider he kept a wary eye on Nea the
felinx, hurriedly imported from the lakehouse. It was as
if Bruce had a magnetic effect on the family's newest
pet, and he was just glad that Sea Betsy the sea cow and
the as yet unnamed otters did not tag along as well. He
made sure to keep Bruce on the opposite side of his body
as the felinx, as it seemed to have sharp claws and he
was never quite sure just how Bruce's powers would
manifest themselves. "I feel fine, and I *am* relaxing,"
he told her, as he attempted to lean over to place the
glass on the nightstand, but even that simple strain
caused him to grimace from applying stress to his rib
cage. He tried to play it off like he was fine, but he
If Sea Betsy could walk on land, than she would have
ended up at the estate already. Thankfully, the sea cow
still remained at the lakehouse where she awaited
Bruce's return, like all the other creatures. Sierra
reached over to Bruce's feet, grabbing them. "I'm gonna
get you!" She playfully dragged him down the bed. He
squawked and squealed all the way until he was
eye-to-eye with his mother, then, Sierra leaned down and
placed kisses all over his cheeks. She drew louder
laughter from son as she found his tickle spots. Her
head rose. Sierra rarely missed a beat. She didn't miss
his grimace. He was still healing. Sierra placed Bruce
further up on the bed close to his father, then rose to
help Claudius with his drink. "You don't know the
definition of relaxing. I've seen you on vacation." She
teased him, leaning down to kiss his lips. "Are you
going to be okay without me here? This can wait until
you're better. Aren't you curious what a Squib college
looks like?" She was worried about him. She tried to
hide the worry behind a veil...and failed miserably.
Claudius was just about to reply when Nea rose up and
began climbing onto Claudius. "Wait. What? No!" he said,
as the Felinx settled onto his chest and began kneading
its paws precisely where he was bruised. "Ow. Stop!" he
pleaded, before he started to laugh from the tickling
sensations he felt, which only seemed to make him hurt
more. "What is it doing? Is Bruce doing this?" he asked,
as suddenly Nea threw itself down on him with all of its
weight. "Save me, Bruce," he pleaded with his son, as
Nea's face was looking right at him with a low purring
noise vibrating his entire body. "Is it ... is it
supposed to do that?" he asked Sierra, uncertain of what
It was only a matter of time before Nea gave into his
fascination with Bruce. Sierra started reaching towards
the Felinx when it settled on her husband's already
damaged chest. She held her hands out awkwardly,
wondering if the Felinx would hurt him when she removed
it. Instead, Nea made himself right at home. Sierra
laughed softly. "He's kneading you! Kneading is like the
ultimate profession of Felinx love, so I hear." She was
a little jealous. It wasn't nearly as cute when the mini
bantha tackled her to the ground and professed his love
bantha-style. "I don't think Bruce is doing it. I think
Nea likes you." She reached out, running her hand down
the Felinx's back slowly. She could feel its body
vibrating while it purred. "Mhm. It's just purring.
Hissing is the noise you have to worry about. Do you
want me to get him off of you? He isn't light." Sierra
would know. She'd picked up the Felinx on more than a
few occasions. Her blue eyes rose from her husband. She
spotted Bruce, who was on his tummy making frustrated
noises as he attempted to get closer to his family. "I
think Bruce is jealous of all the attention you're
getting." She teased as she crawled onto the bed and
swept her son into her arms. She sat beside Claudius and
Nea, keeping Bruce firmly in her grasp. The small boy
reached out towards Nea. "Careful." She touched their
son's hand and guided it over the soft fur of the felinx.
"I'm glad this isn't how humans profess love,"
Claudius told her, with a sly wink, before allowing his
eyes to descend onto the Felix once again. "Hmm. I'm
worried that if you attempt to remove it, that it'll
just attempt to attach itself to me further," he
theorized, resigned to his fate as the felinx' pillow.
He watched as Sierra guided their son's hand across the
felinx, hoping that nothing happened that would offend
the creature and thus result in his being clawed. "At
least it's not the bantha sitting on my chest, or I
would be on my way to a bacta tank," he informed her
before he, too, moved his hand to gently pet the felinx.
"It seems well behaved. I hope Ewwiekewwieikkie and
Melickielickie won't prove to be a bad influence on it,"
he added, with a subtle laugh.
She laughed. "Aw. I was going to ask if I could climb
up on your chest next." She smiled at him brightly.
Until he was recovered and approved well by Nurse
Rodney, there would be no hanky panky! "I was worried
about that too..." The felinx had a loud purr. It's
fluffy tail twitched behind it. Nea was relaxed. He
responded well to Bruce, and, obviously, to his new
favorite person in the universe: Claudius. Sierra
laughed again. "Don't talk about that. I've been
trampled by that bantha before. It isn't an experience I
recommend." She could still hear splashing followed by
giggling outside. The *girls*. How would she ever get
them dry and out of the house? Sierra didn't seem in a
rush. She settled into bed with her family. "I hope so
too. I need one living being in this house who doesn't
resist bath time. Bruce..!" Both of the boy's hands
gently latched into the side of the felinx. He pressed
his face against Nea, laughing harder than ever before.
Sierra pulled him away an instant later. "You can't eat
Nea, Bruce... It doesn't matter what your sisters are
"*You* can always climb on my chest," Claudius teased
his wife, as he withdrew his hand from the felinx.
Unfortunately, the moment he pulled his hand away the
entire demeanor of the felinx began to change. Its tail
swished side to side, as if annoyed, while the eyes
locked squarely on him. "Okay. Okay," he said, as he
moved his hand back to the felinx and began to stroke it
affectionately. "Someone needs attention," he said,
rolling his eyes, and laughing at his own predicament.
"I'll survive ... somehow. The Squibs need you," he
said, reluctantly, as he continued to pet the felinx.
Every time he stopped ... every time he considered
stopping ... the tail began to swish about and he got
'the look'. He was trapped.
"I'll climb on your chest when you're healed up...no
sooner!" Sierra declared with a wide grin on her face.
She watched the felinx and Claudius, chuckling to
herself. "It seems Nea is on my side. You won't be going
anywhere with him on your chest. I'll have Dru babysit
Bruce. You really ought to get some rest, love." She
leaned over him to kiss him again. Skor II was waiting
for her...as were two soaked Squibs. "I love you. If you
start feeling antsy and don't want to rest anymore, just
remember that I'm an ISB agent, and there might be
devices recording your every move... So you have no
choice but to behave." She started to rise from the bed
with Bruce in her arms. The boy was already coming up on
three months old. She couldn't believe how time was
As Sierra departed and took Bruce away Claudius was
left alone with Nea. He tried taking his hand away to
get some rest, but this time Nea rose from his chest and
began to climb onto his face. There was nothing he could
do, nor could he cry for help, as Nea decided to make a
bed out of his face. He placed his hand upon the felinx
and began petting it, trying to push it off his face. It
was a losing battle. Hopefully Drusilla would eventually
stumble upon his plight and rescue him.