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solarbaby614) wrote2009-03-17 05:43 pm
solarbaby614) wrote2009-03-17 05:43 pm
Once A Brother: Chapter 5
Title: Once A Brother
Author: Solarbaby
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 506
General Summary: Sometimes being a brother is better than being a superhero.
Drabble Summary: There was a loud pop before the loft was plunged into complete darkness.
Spoilers: Pre-series.
Notes: Set a few months after School Days.
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Trees
“I think we should go cut down a tree!”
Casey looked up from the book Fran had lent him to see RJ leaning against the kitchen’s island. He eyed the man speculatively. “Are you drunk?”
“What? No!” RJ seemed genuinely startled by the suggestion.
The book was tossed aside. “Really? Then you’ve just decided you wanted to become a lumberjack and go cut down a tree?”
“And bring it indoors.” His brother added as he pushed Casey’s feet off of the couch and flopped down beside him.
“You’re not helping your case here.” Casey shook his head.
RJ gave a long suffering sigh. “It’s a Christmas tree, Casey. Haven’t you ever gone to cut one down before?”
“Nope. I’d wake up one morning and there’d be one there, decorated.”
“You’ve never even decorated one?” The way RJ said it was almost as if such a thought was blasphemy.
“Honestly, I’ve always thought a Christmas tree was the action of a drunk person. Go outside, cut down a tree, drag it inside and then string up random objects on it?”
There was a moment of silence where his brother leaned back thoughtfully.
“So… you don’t want to go out and get one?”
Casey shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”
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The next day, Casey was seriously wondering what had possessed him to agree to this madness.
It had to be at least twenty degrees outside at this god-forsaken tree farm RJ had drug him to. He pulled the coat his brother had him bring tighter around him, watching as RJ circled the seventeenth tree for the fourth time.
Too tall, too short, too wide, too thin… Casey had no idea what his brother was talking about. They all looked the same to him. Snow crunched under his feet as he walked closer, the noise grating on his nerves. Like the three hour drive hadn’t been enough.
But this seemed important to RJ so he forced a smile to his face and hoped that it didn’t look too much like a grimace.
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RJ seemed extremely proud of himself as he strung up the last of the many strings of lights on the tree. Casey watched with amusement, sorting through yet another bag of ornaments that his brother had bought. (Seriously, who really needed fourteen bags full of ornaments?)
The tree, after an intense struggle with the stand, kinda tilted to the side and was covered with several multi-colored strings of lights.
“Done.” RJ called out to him, gleefully. The nineteen year old bounced over the outlet on the wall and plugged it in.
Casey did have to admit, as it lit up, that the large tree his brother had put so much work into was actually kinda… pretty. He was impressed.
That was all he had time to think before there was a loud pop and every light in the loft went out, including the tree, plunging them into complete darkness.
There was a moment of total silence before, “Damn it.”
This time Casey couldn’t hold back the laughter.
Author: Solarbaby
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 506
General Summary: Sometimes being a brother is better than being a superhero.
Drabble Summary: There was a loud pop before the loft was plunged into complete darkness.
Spoilers: Pre-series.
Notes: Set a few months after School Days.
oOoOoOoOoOoOo
Trees
“I think we should go cut down a tree!”
Casey looked up from the book Fran had lent him to see RJ leaning against the kitchen’s island. He eyed the man speculatively. “Are you drunk?”
“What? No!” RJ seemed genuinely startled by the suggestion.
The book was tossed aside. “Really? Then you’ve just decided you wanted to become a lumberjack and go cut down a tree?”
“And bring it indoors.” His brother added as he pushed Casey’s feet off of the couch and flopped down beside him.
“You’re not helping your case here.” Casey shook his head.
RJ gave a long suffering sigh. “It’s a Christmas tree, Casey. Haven’t you ever gone to cut one down before?”
“Nope. I’d wake up one morning and there’d be one there, decorated.”
“You’ve never even decorated one?” The way RJ said it was almost as if such a thought was blasphemy.
“Honestly, I’ve always thought a Christmas tree was the action of a drunk person. Go outside, cut down a tree, drag it inside and then string up random objects on it?”
There was a moment of silence where his brother leaned back thoughtfully.
“So… you don’t want to go out and get one?”
Casey shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”
oOoOoOoOoOo
The next day, Casey was seriously wondering what had possessed him to agree to this madness.
It had to be at least twenty degrees outside at this god-forsaken tree farm RJ had drug him to. He pulled the coat his brother had him bring tighter around him, watching as RJ circled the seventeenth tree for the fourth time.
Too tall, too short, too wide, too thin… Casey had no idea what his brother was talking about. They all looked the same to him. Snow crunched under his feet as he walked closer, the noise grating on his nerves. Like the three hour drive hadn’t been enough.
But this seemed important to RJ so he forced a smile to his face and hoped that it didn’t look too much like a grimace.
oOoOoOoOo
RJ seemed extremely proud of himself as he strung up the last of the many strings of lights on the tree. Casey watched with amusement, sorting through yet another bag of ornaments that his brother had bought. (Seriously, who really needed fourteen bags full of ornaments?)
The tree, after an intense struggle with the stand, kinda tilted to the side and was covered with several multi-colored strings of lights.
“Done.” RJ called out to him, gleefully. The nineteen year old bounced over the outlet on the wall and plugged it in.
Casey did have to admit, as it lit up, that the large tree his brother had put so much work into was actually kinda… pretty. He was impressed.
That was all he had time to think before there was a loud pop and every light in the loft went out, including the tree, plunging them into complete darkness.
There was a moment of total silence before, “Damn it.”
This time Casey couldn’t hold back the laughter.