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the few benefits from letting women hop in and out of your bed for just a couple nights. You don't really have time to let those thoughts plant themselves and grow. Also, you don't have to spend much time looking into their eyes since they're typical squeezed tight in pleasure.
                  “Greet your son Mary Ellen,” Pa demands.
                  As instructed she speaks, “Hello.”
                  “Mother.”
                  Her teeth grit at me the same way they always do when I call her that. Not sure I can continue in this environment, I prepare to scoot my chair back when Jazz's hand lands on my thigh. The unexpected touch glues me back to my seat.
                  Rolling my head to face her, she offers me a crooked smirk. Supportive yet solid. One that lets me know Jazz isn't going to let anything happen to me. I'm one of her boys. Her job may be to analyze and predict, but it's also to keep us safe. From outside threats. From The Director. From each other. She's risked her career at times for us and there's nothing we wouldn't risk for her in return. If only she knew I'd fall on a sword for her without orders. Not just because we're teammates, but because...well...that's what you do for the woman you've started to fall in love with.
                  “That's nice that that's never changing,” Pa mumbles as Ma starts bringing food in from the kitchen.
                  “Evening Ma,” my father greets her with a smile.
                  “Jonny,” she hums.
                  “Need help?” I look up at her, desperate to have a reason to have some breathing room.
                  “Not this time, Rascal.” She pats my shoulder. “Sit tight.”
                  Slinking into my chair, I try to relax. When I was younger she used to let me sneak away from the table to help carry things in. It would buy me enough time away from the ridicule I could barely hide from.
                  “Do you ever shower?” Joshua's voice floods the house. “You smell like sweat and...what is that? Apple Cider?”
                  Johnson's laugh puts me on edge once more knowing as soon as they get the sight of me, all joy will die. Always has. Always will.
                  The two of them enter the room and dread appears on their face. Yup. Everyone hates Jody.
                  “Rascal...” Joshua slides a hand in his pocket. “You're...”
                  “Alive,” Johnson, croaks out. “Holy shit!”
                  “Johnson, don't make me get the soap!” Ma yells from the other room.
                  “That'd be twice this week,” he laughs and flops down on the other side of Jazz.               Glancing at him, I sigh at how much they all look similar with just the slightest differences while I stick out strikingly. A room full of men who look like Thor in various sizes and ages, golden God like auras around them, with me dark and brooding like a baby faced Superman with a gray cloud hovering above me. Different universes. Different types of heroes. Facing different types of villains, never intended to cross paths.
                  His tone shifts to a romantic one, “And who...are...you...”
                  Protectively I lean around her. “Not. For. You.”
                  “Rascal, never did like to share,” Johnson gripes.
                  Joshua sits beside him. “Shut up. Neither do you.”
                  “This generation of Lord's are not the sharing kind,” Pa explains to Jazz who hasn't said a word yet.
                  “Oh and you are?” My father shoots him a dirty look. “Last time I checked, there were a couple bottles of whiskey in the cellar that--”
                  “Hush your