When Elora Met Bart
Future!fic, out of continuity etc. This idea popped in to my head and Bart!mun said to let it out so here it is (of COURSE Wanda's daughter needs a speedster BFF, it makes perfect sense. So here is how they meet and become fast friends). Baby Bart used with permission, other characters used with less permission, but in all cases lots of love.
Elora Kent was unimpressed. Two years old and the daughter of parents who've long wanted a child, Elora was used to a certain level of attention. Also known as: all of it. Even with her close-enough-cousins she was youngest. Until now. Confronted with a giggling, squirming Bartholomew Allen the Third -- a baby -- a baby who DARES to be so CUTE he has all the adults and even the other kids cooing --
Elora was entirely unimpressed.
The adults were gathered on the deck of Bart and Cissie's suburban home discussing hiccups of the space-time-continuum and whether or not the house was really big enough for four children. Ick was seated, doing homework and sighing dramatically that life was SO unfair when everyone was playing and she was stuck with work (of course if she was not stuck with work she'd probably be stuck with entertaining the KIDS; Ick was 9 going on 19 and quite ready to be an ADULT SO THERE). The twins and Jack were on the swing set, perfectly capable of entertaining themselves. And Elora was stuck in a play yard with The New Baby.
"Igah!" said Bart pointing at Elora's hair. She glared. Stupid Baby.
"Gah?" Bart said again. Elora stuck her tongue out. Bart giggled. Elora frowned. Bart giggled louder. Elora's frown deepened. Bart's giggles increased; he put a chubby finger out and poked her. Elora's temper got the better of her --
POP!
-- and the giggles stopped. Elora blinked. No giggles. No baby. Elora glanced around. Mummy, Papa, Aunt Cassie and Aunt Cissie and Uncle Tim and Uncle Bart and Ick and Jen and Max and Jack and....No baby. Elora closed her eyes tight. A wind picked up suddenly around her.
Whoosh!
"Gah!"
Elora's eyes flung open; Bart waved, his hand blurred funny. Elora stared. Bart giggled. Elora's eyes narrowed.
POP!
No baby. Elora stood triumphantly in place. But then -- Whoosh! -- from behind her, Bart giggled. She spun, glaring.
POP!
Whoosh!
Giggle!
POP!!
Whoosh!!
Giggle!!
POP!!!
Whoosh!!!
Giggle!!!
"Did you make a new friend, princess?" Elora looked up at Mummy and nodded agreement.
"Fasssss!" she said, grinning at Bart. She was impressed.
Elora Kent was unimpressed. Two years old and the daughter of parents who've long wanted a child, Elora was used to a certain level of attention. Also known as: all of it. Even with her close-enough-cousins she was youngest. Until now. Confronted with a giggling, squirming Bartholomew Allen the Third -- a baby -- a baby who DARES to be so CUTE he has all the adults and even the other kids cooing --
Elora was entirely unimpressed.
The adults were gathered on the deck of Bart and Cissie's suburban home discussing hiccups of the space-time-continuum and whether or not the house was really big enough for four children. Ick was seated, doing homework and sighing dramatically that life was SO unfair when everyone was playing and she was stuck with work (of course if she was not stuck with work she'd probably be stuck with entertaining the KIDS; Ick was 9 going on 19 and quite ready to be an ADULT SO THERE). The twins and Jack were on the swing set, perfectly capable of entertaining themselves. And Elora was stuck in a play yard with The New Baby.
"Igah!" said Bart pointing at Elora's hair. She glared. Stupid Baby.
"Gah?" Bart said again. Elora stuck her tongue out. Bart giggled. Elora frowned. Bart giggled louder. Elora's frown deepened. Bart's giggles increased; he put a chubby finger out and poked her. Elora's temper got the better of her --
POP!
-- and the giggles stopped. Elora blinked. No giggles. No baby. Elora glanced around. Mummy, Papa, Aunt Cassie and Aunt Cissie and Uncle Tim and Uncle Bart and Ick and Jen and Max and Jack and....No baby. Elora closed her eyes tight. A wind picked up suddenly around her.
Whoosh!
"Gah!"
Elora's eyes flung open; Bart waved, his hand blurred funny. Elora stared. Bart giggled. Elora's eyes narrowed.
POP!
No baby. Elora stood triumphantly in place. But then -- Whoosh! -- from behind her, Bart giggled. She spun, glaring.
POP!
Whoosh!
Giggle!
POP!!
Whoosh!!
Giggle!!
POP!!!
Whoosh!!!
Giggle!!!
"Did you make a new friend, princess?" Elora looked up at Mummy and nodded agreement.
"Fasssss!" she said, grinning at Bart. She was impressed.