How Green Becomes Wood

Down in the basement, Dark was still working out his emotions at the punching bag. His hands were safely prepped for the work and he was dressed down to his waist. As much as he hated the part of himself that needed to be let out through this sort of activity, he was at least going to do it safely. Because of his focus and the rhythmic, heavy sounds of his hits, he managed to not notice was his son came down the stairs like a one-man stampede.
 
Xander watched Dark with interest for a while. It was fascinating to watch. Then he walked around to where he thought he was in Dark's line of sight and waved his hands. "Professor Rambo!"
 
When his son entered his field of view, he didn't jump, but his hand slipped, causing him to hit the side of the bag and make it spin. Panting, he pushed his hair back with one hand before steadying the bag. After a few seconds he gathered himself enough to reply, "Professor Rambo?"
 
"Got your attention," Xander smirked as he stepped forward to stop the bag. He'd never seen the movies, only heard the highlights. "Mama needs eyes. Do you have eyes you can lend her?"
 
"I see." Dark grabbed his undershirt and pulled it on and walking with Xander upstairs. "I have been told Lex dropped off a present?"

"Mm, one I'll find useful or amusing, some people would find offensive, and one I needed you to tell me what it is." Daizi replied, picking up the box.

Hearing this description, Dark glanced at his teenage sons, "Is this something you want to be here for? Given those clues?"
 
Xander backed up closer to the doorway in case he needed a quick escape, but he was curious.

Inside the wrapping paper was a new box for a set of tiny GPS tracker tags for keys, luggage or other things, and it included a locator. According to the box, the tas could be linked to a phone via an app, or tracked via the locator, which had accessibility options including sensory buttons and verbal communication. A small not taped to the box only said, "She'll be walking soon."
 
Dark almost genuinely laughed, "It's a tracking device we can put on Ivy. The card reads 'She will be walking soon.' So we do not leave her."

Laughing, Daizi said, "I understand why she knew some people would find it offensive."
 
"Oh, nice!" Xander said, coming closer. "You'll be able to always keep track of her even when she's running around.

"There's four of them, so you could tag all of us if you wanted, plus your keys," Alec grinned.

Xander scowled at Alec. "I will not be tagged!"
 
"Better safe than sorry," Daizi teased, "but I do know you've not been skipping. I appreciate that." She whistled for Enkidu and bent to affix one of the trackers to him, just to be certain they wouldn't lose him. While she murmured sweetly to him, Ivy began to cry over the monitor.

"I will get her," Dark said, heading that way.
 
"That was not too scaring," Xander said. "And you're welcome. Hasn't been too bad lately. Have fun with your trackers." He wandered off, looking to see what was left to be made or cooked.

Alec went to look at the decorations for Ivy's party, waiting eagerly for when they could put them up.
 
A few hours later, while they were all settling down and relaxing peacefully (and Dark was pretending like he wasn't still hoping Tristan would contact him to fess up), Amty Zeinab came home.

"Hello, family!" Amty Zeinab called in Arabic, "I brought gifts for you all!"
 
Zeinab was carrying five bags which she brought into the living room before hugging Alec, "I did. It is always very nice to see them, and the last time we were here, we did not get to enjoy anything except the views from the NICU. Now, I have something for all of you."
 
"Thank you, Amty!" Alec said with a grin. He skipped saying anything about how she 'didn't need to' or anything like that. She knew she didn't need to, and he appreciated the thought. "Where all did you go?"
 
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