A/N: I have to say all the speculation regarding Regan and Gabriel just tickles me, because it is normally I who is being accused of being far too hard on them ... but you guys are ready to just hang 'em up by their thumbs! *squee* I love it.

Thanks to Leiasky and Kaynara for the beta and encouragement. Please, please, please comment ... my terrifying space monkies have been mighty restless as of late and I'd hate to send them after ya ...

“Kaywinnet Lee Frye, you get back ‘ere righ’ now!”

Sweat pouring off her forehead, seven-year-old Kaylee scrambled up the ladder in the barn, basically throwing herself into a pile of hay. Curling into a ball, she peered back over the edge, scouting the space below for her mother and the angry wooden spoon she had clutched in her hand and breathed a sigh of relief when the coast appeared to be clear.

Flopping back into the soft, but itchy fiber, Kaylee panted a bit, wiping her sweaty hair off her face and neck. Summer’s on Harvest for so gorram hot; even with her shorts and tank top on she was still burning up.

“What’d ya do?”

Sitting up abruptly, her big, green eyes wide with fear that she’d been caught, Kaylee glanced to her side and took in the sight of her eldest brother. His lean, fourteen-year-old frame was propped up on one elbow as he regarded her with his usual gaze, a cross between bemusement and brotherly annoyance.

Blushing furiously and hoping that the slight sunburn she’d gotten that morning would hide it, Kaylee glanced to her lap, her fingers absentmindedly twirling a piece of straw. “Nothin’,” she murmured sullenly.

Swinging his legs underneath him, Martin Frye, more commonly known as Marty, cocked his head to one side and regarded his little, albeit, not quite innocent sister. She was always managing to get into some trouble or the other, although at the moment he was just thankful she hadn’t roped him into getting