What did I tell you? I tried to make a PJO-esque chapter title and I failed miserably.

At dinner that day, Tommy felt the need to announce his return.

No, literally.

He burst through the doors and started screeching like a Native American tribe chief.

Everyone slammed their forks and spoons and stood up.

They began to advance toward him like a pack of wolves.

"Thomas," Shawn warns. "We're glad to have you back,"

Shawn's words caused everyone in the room to roll their eyes and scoff.

"But you didn't have to interrupt dinner."

This time, everyone nodded and put forth their opinion.

"You just don't do it."

"I was eating, man."

"What's wrong with you?"

Tommy grimaced.

"Now." Shawn says. "Get a plate. Grab some chicken. Maybe some vegetables. Great source of iron. You'll need it. You look like a vampire."

Tommy narrowed his gaze. "Well that wasn't very nice." Tommy says.

"Well you're one to talk." Shawn snaps.

Tommy's pupils thinned into lizard-like slits.

Shawn smiles at him smugly. "You may eat your supper now, Tommy,"

Tommy sighs and gets his food.

He sits by us.

"So, Ariane," He says.

I roll my eyes, mentally preparing myself for the self-centered crap that would soon exit Tommy's mouth.

"Have you been tested yet?"

I nodded.

"I can see you dying my hair pink."

I shot him a glare. "I've been assigned as a field agent, thank you,"

Tommy's eyes grew big as saucers. "What..." He whispers.

I smiled in satisfaction at Tommy's shock and awe. "That's right. Ask anyone. Heck, ask Shawn if you want."

Tommy looked over his shoulder at Shawn. He faces me again.

"How..."

"She's improved quite a bit since you've been gone, Tom," Micah chides in. "She's never shot straighter."

"So," Tommy says, his voice still weak with shock. "You're going to go on reconnaissance missions? You'll go undercover? Perform neural scans? Save kids from a life of oppression?"

I nodded, giving him a closed-lip smile as I chewed my broccoli.

Tommy buries his face in his hands. "Oh, noooooo," He moans. "Oh, no, oh, no, no, no! This can't be happeniiiiiiing,"

I looked at Sera and Micah. Their faces were red from suppressed laughter. I could feel my face getting red as well.

I snorted.

"Hey!" Tommy snaps. "What are you laughing at?"

"Why, you, of course!" I said in the brattiest voice I could muster.

I could almost see the smoke blowing out of Tommy's ears.

"Why did you even sit by us, man?" Micah asks, gesturing at him with his fork. "You hate all our guts."

"I hate everyone's guts, Michael." Tommy replies with a dismissing wave of his hand.

"You do realize Micah is my full name, right?" Micah replied, stabbing his chicken and shoving it into his mouth. He raises his eyebrows at him as he chewed.

"I always thought it was short for Michael. Meh, I don't care. You're Michael now."

"Nooo, I'm Micah. I can go get my birth certificate." Micah replies, jabbing his thumb at nowhere in particular.

Tommy rolls his eyes, picks up his tray, and walks away.

Sakura sits down next to us. Her eyes followed Tommy.

"Baka," She mutters, shaking her head.

For those of you who don't know, baka is Japanese for idiot. =)

Sorry it's kinda short, guys! But I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

-Spontaneous_Soprano