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Once A Brother: Chapter 6
Title: Once A Brother
Author: Solarbaby
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 857
General Summary: Sometimes being a brother is better than being a superhero.
Drabble Summary: Things are getting replaced and Fran’s got a crazy idea.
Spoilers: Pre-series.
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Expensive
When things started getting replaced with better quality items in the loft, Casey wasn’t all that worried. In all honesty, it would have probably been expected. JKP had been getting more business in the past few weeks so replacing a couple of barely-there couches and some seen-better-days chairs didn’t seem like that big of a thing. RJ started had hauling a in a few more TV that looked like garage sale rejects and that green recliner hadn’t moved an inch so Casey barely realized anything was going on.
However, when his brother had begun bringing home more and more expensive equipment Casey started to get a little concerned. He knew that the pizza parlor was doing better, but not that much better. This was his brother, though, so he pushed this out of his mind.
It was Fran, though, that voiced this unease. “Did you guys win the lottery or something and I miss it?”
Casey looked up from his chemistry book to the girl. “No. Why?” The two were smack dab in the middle of the loft, various notes and books spread out. They had already been studying for about an hour and a half for the upcoming exam and Casey had to admit he was bored.
She reached up and adjusted her new glasses nervously. RJ had commented about how the two seemed to look like twins now before a look of fear crossed his face at the thought of two Caseys. “Well, it’s just… um… I don’t mean to pry… it’s just… a lot of this stuff is really expensive.” She gestured to some of the newer equipment his brother had just brought in.
“Really?” He looked over some of the stuff, not seeing anything really special about any of it.
“Yeah.” Fran tossed her notebook aside. “Some of this stuff is really high-end. I didn’t know you guys were doing so much business.”
Casey frowned. “We’re not.” He bit his bottom lip as he tried to determine where this sudden influx of money could have possible come from. “I don’t know where he could have gotten the money.”
“Maybe he’s really a hitman!”
“What?” That comment was so completely left field that Casey literally felt himself jerk in surprise. He sent Fran a look that clearly said that he thought she was delusional. “RJ brings in some expensive things and all of a sudden you think that he’s a hitman?” A snort escaped him. “I swear I’ll eat my math binder if RJ has ever even thrown a punch at someone!”
Fran rolled her eyes at him. “Well, think about it! It makes sense! Remember a few weeks ago, right before Christmas break when RJ had to leave for a week? Did he even ever tell you where he went?”
“Well, no. But--.”
“Come on, Casey. How much do you really know about your brother? He could be some sort of Kung Fu master!” Fran dropped her voice conspiratorially and leaned forward, as if she was afraid there was someone else in the empty loft other than the two of them.
Casey forced a laugh. “Yeah, a Kung Fu master and a hitman! That’s really funny!” He shook his head, paling slightly as a vague since of panic working though him as her words permeated his brain.
The money did seem to appear after he returned from his trip. And RJ refused to tell him where it was he went. Casey had just shrugged it off as being some sort of weird RJ thing. Did he really have so much blind faith in his brother if he had just ignored something like this? If Fran was right… No. There was no way.
“Hey!”
The two turned toward the voice. RJ was leaning against the guardrail by the kitchen, watching them with amusement.
How much exactly had he heard?
Fran paled and Casey forced a swallow, his mouth suddenly dry.
“You two hungry?”
“Actually, I should go.” She grabbed started grabbing at her papers and books, clumsy in her hast. Apparently, the thought of RJ being a hitman had been a cool idea when the man wasn’t there and now that he was… Well, she really didn’t want to be here. A hand grabbed her elbow as she got up and she jumped. Fran relaxed a fraction as she realized it was only Casey.
“Come on, Fran. Stay for dinner.” Casey looked up her with pleading eyes, asking her not to abandon him now when she had just planted this idea in his head. “Please?”
She looked down at him, at his genuine panic. Her face softened and for a minute it looked as though she was going to cave.
“Yeah, Fran. You’re more than welcome.”
RJ’s words startled Fran back to reality and she pulled herself out Casey’s grasp. A couple more of her things were snatched up as Fran shook her head adamantly. She sent Casey an apologetic look and shot up the stairs, murmuring something that sounded like a goodbye to RJ, refusing to make eye contact with him.
A confused look crossed RJ’s face.
“Was it something I said?”
Author: Solarbaby
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 857
General Summary: Sometimes being a brother is better than being a superhero.
Drabble Summary: Things are getting replaced and Fran’s got a crazy idea.
Spoilers: Pre-series.
oOoOoOoOoOoOo
Expensive
When things started getting replaced with better quality items in the loft, Casey wasn’t all that worried. In all honesty, it would have probably been expected. JKP had been getting more business in the past few weeks so replacing a couple of barely-there couches and some seen-better-days chairs didn’t seem like that big of a thing. RJ started had hauling a in a few more TV that looked like garage sale rejects and that green recliner hadn’t moved an inch so Casey barely realized anything was going on.
However, when his brother had begun bringing home more and more expensive equipment Casey started to get a little concerned. He knew that the pizza parlor was doing better, but not that much better. This was his brother, though, so he pushed this out of his mind.
It was Fran, though, that voiced this unease. “Did you guys win the lottery or something and I miss it?”
Casey looked up from his chemistry book to the girl. “No. Why?” The two were smack dab in the middle of the loft, various notes and books spread out. They had already been studying for about an hour and a half for the upcoming exam and Casey had to admit he was bored.
She reached up and adjusted her new glasses nervously. RJ had commented about how the two seemed to look like twins now before a look of fear crossed his face at the thought of two Caseys. “Well, it’s just… um… I don’t mean to pry… it’s just… a lot of this stuff is really expensive.” She gestured to some of the newer equipment his brother had just brought in.
“Really?” He looked over some of the stuff, not seeing anything really special about any of it.
“Yeah.” Fran tossed her notebook aside. “Some of this stuff is really high-end. I didn’t know you guys were doing so much business.”
Casey frowned. “We’re not.” He bit his bottom lip as he tried to determine where this sudden influx of money could have possible come from. “I don’t know where he could have gotten the money.”
“Maybe he’s really a hitman!”
“What?” That comment was so completely left field that Casey literally felt himself jerk in surprise. He sent Fran a look that clearly said that he thought she was delusional. “RJ brings in some expensive things and all of a sudden you think that he’s a hitman?” A snort escaped him. “I swear I’ll eat my math binder if RJ has ever even thrown a punch at someone!”
Fran rolled her eyes at him. “Well, think about it! It makes sense! Remember a few weeks ago, right before Christmas break when RJ had to leave for a week? Did he even ever tell you where he went?”
“Well, no. But--.”
“Come on, Casey. How much do you really know about your brother? He could be some sort of Kung Fu master!” Fran dropped her voice conspiratorially and leaned forward, as if she was afraid there was someone else in the empty loft other than the two of them.
Casey forced a laugh. “Yeah, a Kung Fu master and a hitman! That’s really funny!” He shook his head, paling slightly as a vague since of panic working though him as her words permeated his brain.
The money did seem to appear after he returned from his trip. And RJ refused to tell him where it was he went. Casey had just shrugged it off as being some sort of weird RJ thing. Did he really have so much blind faith in his brother if he had just ignored something like this? If Fran was right… No. There was no way.
“Hey!”
The two turned toward the voice. RJ was leaning against the guardrail by the kitchen, watching them with amusement.
How much exactly had he heard?
Fran paled and Casey forced a swallow, his mouth suddenly dry.
“You two hungry?”
“Actually, I should go.” She grabbed started grabbing at her papers and books, clumsy in her hast. Apparently, the thought of RJ being a hitman had been a cool idea when the man wasn’t there and now that he was… Well, she really didn’t want to be here. A hand grabbed her elbow as she got up and she jumped. Fran relaxed a fraction as she realized it was only Casey.
“Come on, Fran. Stay for dinner.” Casey looked up her with pleading eyes, asking her not to abandon him now when she had just planted this idea in his head. “Please?”
She looked down at him, at his genuine panic. Her face softened and for a minute it looked as though she was going to cave.
“Yeah, Fran. You’re more than welcome.”
RJ’s words startled Fran back to reality and she pulled herself out Casey’s grasp. A couple more of her things were snatched up as Fran shook her head adamantly. She sent Casey an apologetic look and shot up the stairs, murmuring something that sounded like a goodbye to RJ, refusing to make eye contact with him.
A confused look crossed RJ’s face.
“Was it something I said?”