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solarbaby614) wrote2009-03-17 05:31 pm
Once A Brother: Chapter 2
Title: Once a Brother
Author: Solarbaby
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 853
General Summary: Sometimes being a brother was better than being a superhero.
Drabble Summary: The housekeeper said he looked like a vagrant.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: This takes place approx fourteen years later and basically sets up for Breath. The is not one of the prompts. This is technically longer than a drabble but something needed to be explained for the next part. For this story, RJ received his Master status when he was sixteen.
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A Visiting Vagrant
“I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know, right now you can’t tell
But stay a while and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy--.”
Casey jerked back as the headphones were jerked off of his head. He blinked up from his algebra homework to see the housekeeper, Sharon, dangling them from her hands. “Hi...?” Trailing off, the fourteen year old caught sight of someone hovering in the doorway of the study. It was the newest maid his mother had insisted on hiring. Her name was something like… Kayla or Kandy or maybe it was Krista… Yeah, that was it.
“You have a visitor.” Sharon slid the CD player from his grasp and flipped it off.
“Hey!” He sent her an affronted look which faded to shock as what she said sank in. The truth was that he rarely got visitors at home, especially when his mother was gone.
Sharon didn’t so much as blink, having gotten used to Casey in the year and a half she’d worked there. “He’s been waiting for you downstairs for twenty minutes. Kristin,” She gestured to the maid, “has been trying to get your attention for a while.”
He eyed the maid in the doorway, who looked wide-eyed and ready to bolt. Considering Kristin (he’d been close) had met his mother, that wasn’t really a surprise. Casey filed the name away in case he’d need it and dumped his algebra book off his lap. “Any idea who it is?” He pulled his glasses off and set them on the table, rubbing his eyes. There were times he wished he could just suck it up and get contacts.
She nodded, “I’ve seen this young man here before, but I never caught his name.”
Frowning, Casey tried to think of who it could possibly be. Surely not one of his mother’s boyfriends. “Was he looking for mother?”
“No, he was asking for you.” Sharon gained a look of distaste. “He’s dressed like a vagrant. Grunge I believe is the word.”
That narrowed down the list considerably and each was just unlikely as the next. He frowned and followed Sharon out of the room. Kristin followed behind them, strangely resembling a frightened bunny, and Casey was caught between wanting to comfort her and rolling his eyes. He was never good at this kind of thing.
By the time they reached the stairs, Sharon took pity on the poor girl. “Kristin, why don’t you go down to the kitchen? I’m sure we can handle things here.”
Kristin shot the housekeeper a grateful look and nodded demurely to Casey before scrambling down the stairs.
Sharon caught the concerned look Casey was sending after the girl. “Don’t worry about her.” They continued down the stairs. “She’s a nice girl and very good at her job. She’s just a little… skittish.”
He nodded and followed her into the sun room. Casey froze in the door way as he caught sight of the man. The man was standing by a window, staring out into the garden. “RJ!” He grinned.
“Casey!”
Casey found himself enveloped by a surprising strong set of arms as he laughed. “What are you doing here?” He asked the seventeen year old as he pulled back.
“Can’t I come and see my favorite brother?” RJ grinned down his baby brother.
“I’m your only brother.” Came the automatic response. Casey fell back onto a couch with a flop.
RJ joined him a little more gracefully. He’d really missed his brother. Ever since their parents had split up neither RJ or his father had really had that much of a chance to spend time with Casey. They’d managed to visit maybe two or three times a year, but things tended to be strained with their mother around. Lately though, RJ had been able to visit more since he’d received his mastery from the Pai Zhuq not too long ago. “Nice outfit.” He commented.
Casey looked down at the navy pants, white dress shirt and lessened tie with a grimace. “School uniform. You are so lucky you’re home schooled.” He looked over his older brother and grinned. “You’re one to talk. You look like a… vagrant!” He repeated Sharon’s words from earlier. Speaking of Sharon…Casey glanced up to realize Sharon had left, probably to go pry the new maid out from hiding behind the fridge or something.
“A vagrant? I do not.” RJ frowned for a moment before gazing down at his own clothes. His pants had certainly seen better days and his shoes were scuffed up, but his gray shirt was clean if somewhat wrinkled. He gave a groan. Casey was right. He did look like a like one.
Damn.
He heard a strangled noise and RJ glanced up to find Casey unsuccessfully trying to cover a snicker. Casey choked back another snicker and managed to reply, “You look like a hobo.”
RJ merely replied by sticking his tongue out at his brother, which just sent Casey into another fit of laughs.
“Hobo!”
Back in the kitchen, Sharon smiled as laughter echoed from the sun room.
Author: Solarbaby
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 853
General Summary: Sometimes being a brother was better than being a superhero.
Drabble Summary: The housekeeper said he looked like a vagrant.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: This takes place approx fourteen years later and basically sets up for Breath. The is not one of the prompts. This is technically longer than a drabble but something needed to be explained for the next part. For this story, RJ received his Master status when he was sixteen.
oOoOoOoOoOoOo
A Visiting Vagrant
“I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell
I know, right now you can’t tell
But stay a while and maybe then you’ll see
A different side of me
I’m not crazy--.”
Casey jerked back as the headphones were jerked off of his head. He blinked up from his algebra homework to see the housekeeper, Sharon, dangling them from her hands. “Hi...?” Trailing off, the fourteen year old caught sight of someone hovering in the doorway of the study. It was the newest maid his mother had insisted on hiring. Her name was something like… Kayla or Kandy or maybe it was Krista… Yeah, that was it.
“You have a visitor.” Sharon slid the CD player from his grasp and flipped it off.
“Hey!” He sent her an affronted look which faded to shock as what she said sank in. The truth was that he rarely got visitors at home, especially when his mother was gone.
Sharon didn’t so much as blink, having gotten used to Casey in the year and a half she’d worked there. “He’s been waiting for you downstairs for twenty minutes. Kristin,” She gestured to the maid, “has been trying to get your attention for a while.”
He eyed the maid in the doorway, who looked wide-eyed and ready to bolt. Considering Kristin (he’d been close) had met his mother, that wasn’t really a surprise. Casey filed the name away in case he’d need it and dumped his algebra book off his lap. “Any idea who it is?” He pulled his glasses off and set them on the table, rubbing his eyes. There were times he wished he could just suck it up and get contacts.
She nodded, “I’ve seen this young man here before, but I never caught his name.”
Frowning, Casey tried to think of who it could possibly be. Surely not one of his mother’s boyfriends. “Was he looking for mother?”
“No, he was asking for you.” Sharon gained a look of distaste. “He’s dressed like a vagrant. Grunge I believe is the word.”
That narrowed down the list considerably and each was just unlikely as the next. He frowned and followed Sharon out of the room. Kristin followed behind them, strangely resembling a frightened bunny, and Casey was caught between wanting to comfort her and rolling his eyes. He was never good at this kind of thing.
By the time they reached the stairs, Sharon took pity on the poor girl. “Kristin, why don’t you go down to the kitchen? I’m sure we can handle things here.”
Kristin shot the housekeeper a grateful look and nodded demurely to Casey before scrambling down the stairs.
Sharon caught the concerned look Casey was sending after the girl. “Don’t worry about her.” They continued down the stairs. “She’s a nice girl and very good at her job. She’s just a little… skittish.”
He nodded and followed her into the sun room. Casey froze in the door way as he caught sight of the man. The man was standing by a window, staring out into the garden. “RJ!” He grinned.
“Casey!”
Casey found himself enveloped by a surprising strong set of arms as he laughed. “What are you doing here?” He asked the seventeen year old as he pulled back.
“Can’t I come and see my favorite brother?” RJ grinned down his baby brother.
“I’m your only brother.” Came the automatic response. Casey fell back onto a couch with a flop.
RJ joined him a little more gracefully. He’d really missed his brother. Ever since their parents had split up neither RJ or his father had really had that much of a chance to spend time with Casey. They’d managed to visit maybe two or three times a year, but things tended to be strained with their mother around. Lately though, RJ had been able to visit more since he’d received his mastery from the Pai Zhuq not too long ago. “Nice outfit.” He commented.
Casey looked down at the navy pants, white dress shirt and lessened tie with a grimace. “School uniform. You are so lucky you’re home schooled.” He looked over his older brother and grinned. “You’re one to talk. You look like a… vagrant!” He repeated Sharon’s words from earlier. Speaking of Sharon…Casey glanced up to realize Sharon had left, probably to go pry the new maid out from hiding behind the fridge or something.
“A vagrant? I do not.” RJ frowned for a moment before gazing down at his own clothes. His pants had certainly seen better days and his shoes were scuffed up, but his gray shirt was clean if somewhat wrinkled. He gave a groan. Casey was right. He did look like a like one.
Damn.
He heard a strangled noise and RJ glanced up to find Casey unsuccessfully trying to cover a snicker. Casey choked back another snicker and managed to reply, “You look like a hobo.”
RJ merely replied by sticking his tongue out at his brother, which just sent Casey into another fit of laughs.
“Hobo!”
Back in the kitchen, Sharon smiled as laughter echoed from the sun room.