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solarbaby614) wrote2009-03-17 05:49 pm
solarbaby614) wrote2009-03-17 05:49 pm
Once A Brother: Chapter 8
Title: Once A Brother
Author: Solarbaby
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 814
General Summary: Sometimes being a brother is better than being a superhero.
Drabble Summary: Fran hadn’t been as far off as they thought.
Spoilers: Set during/after ‘Welcome to the Jungle 1 & 2’.
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Chosen
“We need to talk.”
An eighteen year old Casey frowned at his brother, looking up from the news report that was coming from the pizza parlor’s TV. Power Rangers in Ocean Bluff. Who would have thought?
He turned his attention to RJ. The man in question was still in his cooking garb. Flour sat in his hair and streaked down his face. Casey had the sudden thought that maybe RJ had finally lost a fight with one of his pizzas. Probably a meat lovers.
“… they will be staying with us.”
Apparently RJ had been talking to him. Casey blinked. “Huh?”
RJ rolled his eyes. “You haven’t heard a word I said, have you?”
“That’s not true.” Casey defended, leaning back in his chair. It tipped precariously on his back to legs but didn’t fall. “You said that we needed to talk.”
His brother sighed and Casey frowned again as he saw the weary, tired look on his face. It was strange to see and very un-RJ like.
“I guess I should start at the beginning.” RJ took a seat across from him at the table.
“RJ.” The younger began softly, concerned. “Is everything okay?”
“No-- I mean, yes. No. I mean… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know if everything’s okay?” Casey gave a sigh, dropping his chair back on four legs. “What’s wrong?”
RJ buried his face in his hands, rubbing his face. A frown appeared when his hands came back covered in flour. “Okay, so what would you say if I told you that me being home schooled wasn’t entirely true?”
As RJ continued with his story Casey just sat there in shock and disbelief. Only one thought came to the front of his mind through the cluttered thoughts and questions.
Fran hadn’t been as far off as they thought.
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“Okay, okay, so let’s see if I understand this. You’re some sort of Kung Fu/Wolf master?”
“Yes.”
“And the people who showed up this morning are-- were students at the same school you went to.”
“Yes.”
“And now they’re power rangers.”
“…Yes.”
“And now they are living with us.”
“Um… yes.”
“Okay. You do realize that we only have one bathroom, right?”
“Yep.”
“Alright then.” Casey took a deep breath and rubbed his face.
RJ sent him an unsure look, biting his bottom lip. “So, what do you think?”
“Honestly?” The youngest replied. “I’m still processing.” He was startled to realize his hands were shaking. This was fixed by gripping on to the edge of the table.
“Casey--.” His brother started.
“Look,” He cut him off, getting up. “Just give me some space, okay? I need some time to process.” He made a move to pass by his brother and head for the stairs.
Hurt crossed RJ’s face. He reached out, as if to stop him. But when his baby brother shifted out of his reach the hand dropped. RJ’s expression became shuttered.
Casey glanced away, wanting nothing more than to reach out for his brother. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Call him a coward but he forced himself up the stairs. By the time he had gotten to the top of the loft he had almost convinced himself that he could deal with this. All he needed was some sleep and all of this would be so much easier to understand.
This was still RJ. And Power Rangers had been around practically forever.
But he froze at the top of the stairs, staring down at the three new people who had invaded his home. They were dressed in primary colors and sparring.
At that moment he realized something.
Casey couldn’t handle this.
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It was knocking that disturbed her.
Fran pulled a couch pillow over her head. Still in knocking persisted. For a moment she weighed the options of answering.
On one hand, she’d have to get up. And it probably wasn’t anyone except her neighbor, Mrs. MacFarlene, wanting her to babysit that demonic dog again. The woman just didn’t seem to realize that Fran had better things to do than deal with that hellhound. Then again, getting visitors was a rare occurrence. Ever since she’d moved from her parent’s house, Fran had little in the way of visitors. There were very few people who would just come by. Most would call first, so it was probably either her parents or Mrs. MacFarlene.
She decided against answering.
The knocking continued, if not becoming more insistent.
Growling, she rolled off the couch, remote and blanket falling to her feet. If it was Mrs. MacFarlene she was going to tell that woman what she could do with that dog.
Flinging the door open, Fran stopped dead, anger dissipating in an instant.
There stood Casey, hand in mid-knock and a duffle bag flung over his shoulder.
Still, she stood there, gaping.
“Hey, Fran. Um… can I crash here for a few days?”
Author: Solarbaby
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 814
General Summary: Sometimes being a brother is better than being a superhero.
Drabble Summary: Fran hadn’t been as far off as they thought.
Spoilers: Set during/after ‘Welcome to the Jungle 1 & 2’.
oOoOoOoOoOoOo
Chosen
“We need to talk.”
An eighteen year old Casey frowned at his brother, looking up from the news report that was coming from the pizza parlor’s TV. Power Rangers in Ocean Bluff. Who would have thought?
He turned his attention to RJ. The man in question was still in his cooking garb. Flour sat in his hair and streaked down his face. Casey had the sudden thought that maybe RJ had finally lost a fight with one of his pizzas. Probably a meat lovers.
“… they will be staying with us.”
Apparently RJ had been talking to him. Casey blinked. “Huh?”
RJ rolled his eyes. “You haven’t heard a word I said, have you?”
“That’s not true.” Casey defended, leaning back in his chair. It tipped precariously on his back to legs but didn’t fall. “You said that we needed to talk.”
His brother sighed and Casey frowned again as he saw the weary, tired look on his face. It was strange to see and very un-RJ like.
“I guess I should start at the beginning.” RJ took a seat across from him at the table.
“RJ.” The younger began softly, concerned. “Is everything okay?”
“No-- I mean, yes. No. I mean… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know if everything’s okay?” Casey gave a sigh, dropping his chair back on four legs. “What’s wrong?”
RJ buried his face in his hands, rubbing his face. A frown appeared when his hands came back covered in flour. “Okay, so what would you say if I told you that me being home schooled wasn’t entirely true?”
As RJ continued with his story Casey just sat there in shock and disbelief. Only one thought came to the front of his mind through the cluttered thoughts and questions.
Fran hadn’t been as far off as they thought.
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“Okay, okay, so let’s see if I understand this. You’re some sort of Kung Fu/Wolf master?”
“Yes.”
“And the people who showed up this morning are-- were students at the same school you went to.”
“Yes.”
“And now they’re power rangers.”
“…Yes.”
“And now they are living with us.”
“Um… yes.”
“Okay. You do realize that we only have one bathroom, right?”
“Yep.”
“Alright then.” Casey took a deep breath and rubbed his face.
RJ sent him an unsure look, biting his bottom lip. “So, what do you think?”
“Honestly?” The youngest replied. “I’m still processing.” He was startled to realize his hands were shaking. This was fixed by gripping on to the edge of the table.
“Casey--.” His brother started.
“Look,” He cut him off, getting up. “Just give me some space, okay? I need some time to process.” He made a move to pass by his brother and head for the stairs.
Hurt crossed RJ’s face. He reached out, as if to stop him. But when his baby brother shifted out of his reach the hand dropped. RJ’s expression became shuttered.
Casey glanced away, wanting nothing more than to reach out for his brother. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Call him a coward but he forced himself up the stairs. By the time he had gotten to the top of the loft he had almost convinced himself that he could deal with this. All he needed was some sleep and all of this would be so much easier to understand.
This was still RJ. And Power Rangers had been around practically forever.
But he froze at the top of the stairs, staring down at the three new people who had invaded his home. They were dressed in primary colors and sparring.
At that moment he realized something.
Casey couldn’t handle this.
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It was knocking that disturbed her.
Fran pulled a couch pillow over her head. Still in knocking persisted. For a moment she weighed the options of answering.
On one hand, she’d have to get up. And it probably wasn’t anyone except her neighbor, Mrs. MacFarlene, wanting her to babysit that demonic dog again. The woman just didn’t seem to realize that Fran had better things to do than deal with that hellhound. Then again, getting visitors was a rare occurrence. Ever since she’d moved from her parent’s house, Fran had little in the way of visitors. There were very few people who would just come by. Most would call first, so it was probably either her parents or Mrs. MacFarlene.
She decided against answering.
The knocking continued, if not becoming more insistent.
Growling, she rolled off the couch, remote and blanket falling to her feet. If it was Mrs. MacFarlene she was going to tell that woman what she could do with that dog.
Flinging the door open, Fran stopped dead, anger dissipating in an instant.
There stood Casey, hand in mid-knock and a duffle bag flung over his shoulder.
Still, she stood there, gaping.
“Hey, Fran. Um… can I crash here for a few days?”