Back from the dead, here's another chapter featuring Jason! I just figured that I owed it to the people who reviewed, which are A LOT of people. So, enjoy!

"Honey, I'm home," Jason called jokingly as he entered the house. He was carrying a large amount of bags and they seemed fairly heavy. The team helped him with the bags. Parker took the last two, and Jason nodded his thanks to them all. He then got a good look at Parker. He cocked his head in confusion (which reminded the team so much of Parker) and was about to ask her a question when Susan interrupted.

"Parker's back!" She exclaimed. This was obviously the greatest news they had received in a while.

He looked at her for another moment, Parker fidgeting awkwardly under his stare. His eyes grew wide and he smiled a huge smile. Parker cheered up and they embraced each other in a hug.

"Oh my god oh my god!" He laughed. He spun her around. "I knew it! As soon as I saw you I could tell! I knew you were alive. I've been meaning to tell you this for, like, 17 years: nice work on that bomb! I taught you everything I know."

He was ecstatic, so excited to have her back. In a way, Parker was glad to be back. She didn't like how the team was watching her every move and trying to piece together her past, but she liked having them all there.

"Nice work on the bomb?" Hardison whispered to Eliot, or anyone who was listening. "Man, what happened in this family?"

Eliot just shrugged. He didn't need to know, and he didn't want to. They all had a past and it was unfair that Parker didn't have a choice in sharing hers.

"Thanks, Jason," said Parker. "I've missed you both. A lot."

"I knew you weren't dead," said Jason. "I was waiting. I didn't give up, and I didn't let Susan." Parker kept her head down, not making eye contact with anyone. What seemed like an eternity passed before he asked the question. "Why- why didn't you find us earlier?"

She didn't know how to answer. "I couldn't. Not after what I did."

Nate, Sophie, Hardison, and Eliot thought that she meant exploding their old house. It wasn't.

Susan pulled her close. "It wasn't your fault. We all know. You broke the rule: don't ever listen to Chris. About anything. Look where he is now. What happened to Michael," her eyes teared up "wasn't your fault. Hell, it wasn't anyone's fault."

"We've all been down that hill before- literally. And we've all let him ride down it, too," said Jason. "I'm surprised you held out until then; I let him ride any bike I stole down that hill." They all smiled in memory of their little brother.

"Thanks," Parker said quietly. "It feels… better not to blame myself any more. Better, but not best."

Jason nodded his head in agreement. "Let's not talk about that now- I'm thinking your… team has been entertained enough by this awkwardness. Thanks again for all coming. Parker, I would've never expected you to turn good," he joked.

She laughed. "Technically, we're good. Same old stealing stuff, though."

"That's the Parker I know."

"And what about you?"

"You're gonna be disappointed, but I gave it up. Blame Susan for that." Susan nodded approvingly. When she had her back turned, he shook his head 'no' and flashed a smile.

Nate gave him a questioning glance and he shrugged. "Minor, don't worry," he whispered.