Cheesecake and Water Guns
Title: Cheesecake and Water Guns
Summary: Kid!fic. It's Nate's birthday, and Brad doesn't understand why his son likes Ray, even if Walt is a good neighbor.
Fandom: Generation Kill
Characters/Pairings: Nate, Brad, Ray, Walt
Genre: Gen, AU
Rating: PG; slight swearing
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 420
Author's Notes: For Challenge #05 at writerverse: Father's Day.
Disclaimer: Based on the fictionalized characters as played by Alexander Skarsgard, PJ Ransone, Stark Sands, and Pawel Szajda in the HBO miniseries, not the real people.
They're at Nate's favorite diner, because it's his birthday. There aren't any streamers or balloons or Ronald McDonald impersonators, because Brad doesn't do that shit, but Nate looks happy enough with his simple slice of cheesecake and three wrapped presents. Brad had tried to convince Nate that he could have a big cake with a train on it, but Nate had shook his head and said no and grinned at him with one of his front teeth missing.
Nate is adorable.
Brad still doesn't understand how his very adorable and smart son with the green eyes and bright smile is friends with Ray.
Ray is not adorable, even though the waitresses coo over him when he spills strawberry milkshake all over his shirt.
"Here, have a tissue," Nate says, offering a Kleenex, giggling with a crumb on his nose. "You're messy."
Ray sticks out his tongue, cleans himself up, and steals a bite from Nate's cheesecake. Brad tries very hard not to glare at him, because Nate likes Ray (for some unholy reason), and Walt is a nice guy.
The boys finish the cheesecake, and decide that it's time to open Nate's presents. Brad leans back against the leather seat of the booth, and sips his Coke. Walt smiles an apology when Ray very nearly concusses Nate in his eagerness.
"NateNateNate, look I got ya this!" Ray pushes the box towards Nate with his skinny arms and wriggles impatiently when Nate examines it with a thoughtful look. "Hurry up, c'mon!"
Nate raises an eyebrow, and Ray falls silent, even though he's still tapping his foot against the booth. Brad is suitably impressed. The wrapper is carefully removed and set aside, and soon Nate is sitting with a brand new 'Iron Man 2' Water Blaster on his lap.
Brad tries not to choke on his Coke, because of course Ray would pick out a Super Soaker blaster for Nate, with the sole purpose of engaging him in a very wet and messy battle in Brad's back yard.
(Brad has every right to be suspicious. On Nate's fifth birthday, Ray had decided to play with the garden hose. It's not funny, even though everyone present had thought it was cute, especially Poke. Brad had caught a cold as a result of that little hick's stunt.)
He can't ignore that Ray (and his gift) makes Nate light up though, especially after that nasty thing with Jess and Andy, so so he swallows the overly sweet and carbonated drink down and smiles at his son, because, really, his son is pretty fucking awesome.
Summary: Kid!fic. It's Nate's birthday, and Brad doesn't understand why his son likes Ray, even if Walt is a good neighbor.
Fandom: Generation Kill
Characters/Pairings: Nate, Brad, Ray, Walt
Genre: Gen, AU
Rating: PG; slight swearing
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 420
Author's Notes: For Challenge #05 at writerverse: Father's Day.
Disclaimer: Based on the fictionalized characters as played by Alexander Skarsgard, PJ Ransone, Stark Sands, and Pawel Szajda in the HBO miniseries, not the real people.
They're at Nate's favorite diner, because it's his birthday. There aren't any streamers or balloons or Ronald McDonald impersonators, because Brad doesn't do that shit, but Nate looks happy enough with his simple slice of cheesecake and three wrapped presents. Brad had tried to convince Nate that he could have a big cake with a train on it, but Nate had shook his head and said no and grinned at him with one of his front teeth missing.
Nate is adorable.
Brad still doesn't understand how his very adorable and smart son with the green eyes and bright smile is friends with Ray.
Ray is not adorable, even though the waitresses coo over him when he spills strawberry milkshake all over his shirt.
"Here, have a tissue," Nate says, offering a Kleenex, giggling with a crumb on his nose. "You're messy."
Ray sticks out his tongue, cleans himself up, and steals a bite from Nate's cheesecake. Brad tries very hard not to glare at him, because Nate likes Ray (for some unholy reason), and Walt is a nice guy.
The boys finish the cheesecake, and decide that it's time to open Nate's presents. Brad leans back against the leather seat of the booth, and sips his Coke. Walt smiles an apology when Ray very nearly concusses Nate in his eagerness.
"NateNateNate, look I got ya this!" Ray pushes the box towards Nate with his skinny arms and wriggles impatiently when Nate examines it with a thoughtful look. "Hurry up, c'mon!"
Nate raises an eyebrow, and Ray falls silent, even though he's still tapping his foot against the booth. Brad is suitably impressed. The wrapper is carefully removed and set aside, and soon Nate is sitting with a brand new 'Iron Man 2' Water Blaster on his lap.
Brad tries not to choke on his Coke, because of course Ray would pick out a Super Soaker blaster for Nate, with the sole purpose of engaging him in a very wet and messy battle in Brad's back yard.
(Brad has every right to be suspicious. On Nate's fifth birthday, Ray had decided to play with the garden hose. It's not funny, even though everyone present had thought it was cute, especially Poke. Brad had caught a cold as a result of that little hick's stunt.)
He can't ignore that Ray (and his gift) makes Nate light up though, especially after that nasty thing with Jess and Andy, so so he swallows the overly sweet and carbonated drink down and smiles at his son, because, really, his son is pretty fucking awesome.