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Once A Brother: Chapter 10
Title: Once A Brother
Author: Solarbaby
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 697
General Summary: Sometimes being a brother is better than being a superhero.
Drabble Summary: In which Casey meets someone before everyone else.
Spoilers: Set after ‘Way of the Master’
Notes: Several things have been changed between ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ and ‘One Master Too Many’. They will be explained away in the fic.
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Meetings
Things tended to fall into a routine after a while. Monster attacks became more regular and JKP got more popular. Casey was more than thrilled when RJ decided to hire Fran to help out. Three new employees who tended to disappear at a moment’s notice wasn’t as much help as one might have thought.
Fran had been over the moon about the decision, of course. It wasn’t that she hadn’t helped out at JKP before but now she was actually on payroll.
And Casey saw a side of his brother that he had never seen before. RJ had been one of the most non-confrontational people he had ever known. But when he had first seen his brother spar with Lily, Theo, and Jarrod (and successfully kicked their asses) Casey couldn’t help but wonder what else he didn’t know about RJ.
RJ had tried to explain it to him. He had prattled on about animal spirits and wolves and some super-secret ninja academy. Casey just nodded and pretended that he knew what the hell his brother was going on about.
But as much as things changed, many things still stayed the same. Casey grinned as he watched his brother talk with a couple of customers, saying something that had them laughing. Shaking his head, he went back to cleaning the counter. Just as he was reaching to straighten out a group of menus something sharp poked him in the side. A yelp escaped him and he swung around to find an amused looking Fran standing beside him. “Hi?”
She just grinned at him, slipping one of the obnoxiously orange aprons over her head. “We still on for tonight?”
“Bad Chinese food and even worse b-list movies?” He looked down at her through his glasses. It was their standing Wednesday night date, though since the arrival of the rangers it had taken place at Fran’s apartment. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Good.” Fran reached up and tugged at the hair showing below his hat before waving to RJ as he was making his way over to the two and disappearing through the doors to the kitchen.
RJ raised an eyebrow at his brother as the door swung shut. Fran still seemed weary of him most of the time. He would have been worried that the girl knew, or at least suspected, something. But if he thought about it, Fran had been uncomfortable around him before Dai Shi was released.
Casey just shook his head and shrugged. RJ was the one who insisted on not filling Fran in. So Casey was stuck letting his friend have the delusions of hitmen and thinking that RJ was apparently training the three newcomers in the trade. Fran was going to kill him when she learned the truth (and he had no doubt she would). His brother sighed and headed back to the kitchen.
Turning attention back to the counter, he never really noticed the girl approach him. It wasn’t until he heard a clear of a throat that he even looked up. Standing there before him was a girl about his age with long dark hair and startling brown eyes. It was only when she blushed that he realized he was staring. “Can I help you?”
She averted his eyes by looking at the brown wrapped package in her hands. “I’m looking for…” Her eyes narrowed as she tried to make out the writing, “…Lily?”
“She isn’t here,” he said, apologetically. The yellow ranger had left on errands earlier that morning, probably to expand her severely limited wardrobe.
“Um, I was supposed to drop something off to her,” she muttered as she lifted the package, shifting uncomfortably. “I guess I can come back later.”
“I don’t know when she’ll be back,” he informed her. The woman proceeded to look panicked. “But I can give it to her if you want,” Casey offered, grinning as relief soaked into her frame.
“Would you?” She finally made eye contact with him, send him a grateful look.
“Sure thing.” Casey reached out and took the package from her before sliding it behind the counter. “I’m Casey.”
The girl blushed again, but smiled. “Gabby. Gabby Phant.”
Author: Solarbaby
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 697
General Summary: Sometimes being a brother is better than being a superhero.
Drabble Summary: In which Casey meets someone before everyone else.
Spoilers: Set after ‘Way of the Master’
Notes: Several things have been changed between ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ and ‘One Master Too Many’. They will be explained away in the fic.
oOoOoOoOoOoOo
Meetings
Things tended to fall into a routine after a while. Monster attacks became more regular and JKP got more popular. Casey was more than thrilled when RJ decided to hire Fran to help out. Three new employees who tended to disappear at a moment’s notice wasn’t as much help as one might have thought.
Fran had been over the moon about the decision, of course. It wasn’t that she hadn’t helped out at JKP before but now she was actually on payroll.
And Casey saw a side of his brother that he had never seen before. RJ had been one of the most non-confrontational people he had ever known. But when he had first seen his brother spar with Lily, Theo, and Jarrod (and successfully kicked their asses) Casey couldn’t help but wonder what else he didn’t know about RJ.
RJ had tried to explain it to him. He had prattled on about animal spirits and wolves and some super-secret ninja academy. Casey just nodded and pretended that he knew what the hell his brother was going on about.
But as much as things changed, many things still stayed the same. Casey grinned as he watched his brother talk with a couple of customers, saying something that had them laughing. Shaking his head, he went back to cleaning the counter. Just as he was reaching to straighten out a group of menus something sharp poked him in the side. A yelp escaped him and he swung around to find an amused looking Fran standing beside him. “Hi?”
She just grinned at him, slipping one of the obnoxiously orange aprons over her head. “We still on for tonight?”
“Bad Chinese food and even worse b-list movies?” He looked down at her through his glasses. It was their standing Wednesday night date, though since the arrival of the rangers it had taken place at Fran’s apartment. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Good.” Fran reached up and tugged at the hair showing below his hat before waving to RJ as he was making his way over to the two and disappearing through the doors to the kitchen.
RJ raised an eyebrow at his brother as the door swung shut. Fran still seemed weary of him most of the time. He would have been worried that the girl knew, or at least suspected, something. But if he thought about it, Fran had been uncomfortable around him before Dai Shi was released.
Casey just shook his head and shrugged. RJ was the one who insisted on not filling Fran in. So Casey was stuck letting his friend have the delusions of hitmen and thinking that RJ was apparently training the three newcomers in the trade. Fran was going to kill him when she learned the truth (and he had no doubt she would). His brother sighed and headed back to the kitchen.
Turning attention back to the counter, he never really noticed the girl approach him. It wasn’t until he heard a clear of a throat that he even looked up. Standing there before him was a girl about his age with long dark hair and startling brown eyes. It was only when she blushed that he realized he was staring. “Can I help you?”
She averted his eyes by looking at the brown wrapped package in her hands. “I’m looking for…” Her eyes narrowed as she tried to make out the writing, “…Lily?”
“She isn’t here,” he said, apologetically. The yellow ranger had left on errands earlier that morning, probably to expand her severely limited wardrobe.
“Um, I was supposed to drop something off to her,” she muttered as she lifted the package, shifting uncomfortably. “I guess I can come back later.”
“I don’t know when she’ll be back,” he informed her. The woman proceeded to look panicked. “But I can give it to her if you want,” Casey offered, grinning as relief soaked into her frame.
“Would you?” She finally made eye contact with him, send him a grateful look.
“Sure thing.” Casey reached out and took the package from her before sliding it behind the counter. “I’m Casey.”
The girl blushed again, but smiled. “Gabby. Gabby Phant.”