Fic: Next Time // Gen // PG-13
*squees into fists* POSEY IS ENGAGED TO A GIRL WHO ASKS HIM IF HE'S POOPED SERIOUSLY AND SHE PUTS UP WITH HIM AND HE'S LOVED HER SINCE HE WAS ELEVEN AND NOW THEY'RE TOGETHER AND OH MY GOD I BELIEVE IN LOVE AND I JUST CANNOT WITH THEM.
*HAS FITS INTO A PILLOW*
Title: Next Time
Characters: Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Melissa McCall
Rating: PG-13
Words: 830-ish unbeta’d
Disclaimer: No claim of ownership, just playing, blah, blah, blah.
Summary: "Isaac, seriously. We do better next time, okay?" Scott clapped him on the shoulder and Isaac nodded and life went on.
A/N: Written for challenge #7 for keysmashblog's fix-it-ficlet fest.
“I’m sorry, y’know.”
“About what?”
“That I fell asleep? It was my watch.”
Scott turned to Isaac in the locker room as he closed his locker. “Don’t worry about it, dude. We both fell asleep, right?”
“It’s just--”
“Isaac, seriously. We do better next time, okay?” Scott clapped him on the shoulder and Isaac nodded and life went on.
*****
“Scott, it’s your turn to clear the dishes,” Melissa reminded with a pointed look at her son as she pushed back from the table.
“Yeah, okay,” Scott sighed. He started to get up but Isaac was quicker.
“I’ll do it.” Clearly using some of his supernatural speed, Isaac had the table cleared and the dishwasher filled within seconds.
“That’s cheating,” isaac overheard Scott mutter and Melissa’s soft laugh.
*****
“Crap,” Melissa muttered when she caught sight of her car in the parking garage at the hospital. That damn patched tire appeared to have finally given up the ghost and was flat as a pancake, this time probably for good.
She looked around the dim parking garage, weighing her options. She knew what the safe option was, she knew what she should do. She knew--
“AAHHHHH!” She screamed as a hand landed on her shoulder. She whipped around, flailing and brandishing her small purse.
At Isaac.
Who had his hands up, his mouth open and eyes wide, frozen in shock. Melissa almost fell to the ground in relief, her knees going weak. He reached out and steadied her, anxious and tense.
Melissa’s head was down and he thought she was shaking until he heard her gasp for air and let out a long, loud laugh.
“You scared the shit out of me!” she cried, still laughing.
“I’m sorry!” Isaac blurted out, clearly out of his element with her reaction.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Melissa replied, shaking her head. “What are you doing here?’
Isaac shifted uneasily. “Scott said you’d be working late. I just wanted to make sure you got home okay.”
Melissa finally looked up at him, saw his discomfort and smiled softly. She reached out and squeezed his arm lightly. “Well good thing you’re here, it turns out. I have a flat. How good are you at changing a tire?”
Isaac’s expression tightened. “I-I’m okay, I think. My dad. My dad showed me.”
“Let’s give it a try, then, okay? I’m sure you’ll do great.”
Isaac smiled a little, meeting her eyes.
*****
“You two get your calculus marks back yet?” Melissa asked one morning, her unwinding from her night shift while the boys wolfwed (ha) down breakfast before school.
Scott nodded, his mouth full, while Isaac just grunted noncommittally.
“And?” Melissa prompted, waving her hands in an encouraging motion.
“B-,” Scott replied, finally swallowing. “About where I thought I’d do.”
“Okay,” Melissa replied, filing the info away for later. “And you, Isaac?”
“C-,” me mumbled ducking his head, hands playing with the strings on his hoodie.
“Isaac,” Melissa chastised softly. “Honey, I know you can do better than that.”
Slowly Isaac lifted his head, his eyes looking back and forth as if he were confused.
“I don’t know that Scott is necessarily the best tutor,” Melissa continued, ruffling her son’s hair good-naturedly. “But maybe we could look getting you some study sessions before the mid-term?”
Isaac nodded warily but was still on guard as Melissa stepped close to him. She brought her hand up to cup his cheek for a brief moment before she put her coffee down (decaf only) and started towards her bedroom. “I’m sure you’ll do better next time,” she said over her shoulder in a tone that clearly meant ‘you will do better next time’. And Isaac believed her.
*****
“Scott, what’s going on?” Melissa demanded in a loud whisper.
The house was dark, the electricity cut, and someone--something was trying to get inside. Scott herded his mom into his room, the only one with easy access to jump out onto the roof, if needed and was going to barricade her inside.
She had her hands tangled in his shirt, trying to hold him back, trying to keep him close to her. To protect him.
“Mom, you know I have to go,” Scott told her softly. He gently pried her fingers off of him and held her hands in his tightly. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”
There was a bang on the bedroom door, then it swung open and Isaac burst through, eyes already yellow.
“Watch her,” Scott commanded before he escaped and shut the door behind him without a second for her to protest.
“Isaac?” Melissa whispered. He turned to her and shifted in front of her eyes, waited for her reaction.
But there wasn’t one.
“I’m going to do better,” he told her in his distorted voice.
Melissa let out a shaky breath.
“I know.”
*HAS FITS INTO A PILLOW*
Title: Next Time
Characters: Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Melissa McCall
Rating: PG-13
Words: 830-ish unbeta’d
Disclaimer: No claim of ownership, just playing, blah, blah, blah.
Summary: "Isaac, seriously. We do better next time, okay?" Scott clapped him on the shoulder and Isaac nodded and life went on.
A/N: Written for challenge #7 for keysmashblog's fix-it-ficlet fest.
“I’m sorry, y’know.”
“About what?”
“That I fell asleep? It was my watch.”
Scott turned to Isaac in the locker room as he closed his locker. “Don’t worry about it, dude. We both fell asleep, right?”
“It’s just--”
“Isaac, seriously. We do better next time, okay?” Scott clapped him on the shoulder and Isaac nodded and life went on.
*****
“Scott, it’s your turn to clear the dishes,” Melissa reminded with a pointed look at her son as she pushed back from the table.
“Yeah, okay,” Scott sighed. He started to get up but Isaac was quicker.
“I’ll do it.” Clearly using some of his supernatural speed, Isaac had the table cleared and the dishwasher filled within seconds.
“That’s cheating,” isaac overheard Scott mutter and Melissa’s soft laugh.
*****
“Crap,” Melissa muttered when she caught sight of her car in the parking garage at the hospital. That damn patched tire appeared to have finally given up the ghost and was flat as a pancake, this time probably for good.
She looked around the dim parking garage, weighing her options. She knew what the safe option was, she knew what she should do. She knew--
“AAHHHHH!” She screamed as a hand landed on her shoulder. She whipped around, flailing and brandishing her small purse.
At Isaac.
Who had his hands up, his mouth open and eyes wide, frozen in shock. Melissa almost fell to the ground in relief, her knees going weak. He reached out and steadied her, anxious and tense.
Melissa’s head was down and he thought she was shaking until he heard her gasp for air and let out a long, loud laugh.
“You scared the shit out of me!” she cried, still laughing.
“I’m sorry!” Isaac blurted out, clearly out of his element with her reaction.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Melissa replied, shaking her head. “What are you doing here?’
Isaac shifted uneasily. “Scott said you’d be working late. I just wanted to make sure you got home okay.”
Melissa finally looked up at him, saw his discomfort and smiled softly. She reached out and squeezed his arm lightly. “Well good thing you’re here, it turns out. I have a flat. How good are you at changing a tire?”
Isaac’s expression tightened. “I-I’m okay, I think. My dad. My dad showed me.”
“Let’s give it a try, then, okay? I’m sure you’ll do great.”
Isaac smiled a little, meeting her eyes.
*****
“You two get your calculus marks back yet?” Melissa asked one morning, her unwinding from her night shift while the boys wolfwed (ha) down breakfast before school.
Scott nodded, his mouth full, while Isaac just grunted noncommittally.
“And?” Melissa prompted, waving her hands in an encouraging motion.
“B-,” Scott replied, finally swallowing. “About where I thought I’d do.”
“Okay,” Melissa replied, filing the info away for later. “And you, Isaac?”
“C-,” me mumbled ducking his head, hands playing with the strings on his hoodie.
“Isaac,” Melissa chastised softly. “Honey, I know you can do better than that.”
Slowly Isaac lifted his head, his eyes looking back and forth as if he were confused.
“I don’t know that Scott is necessarily the best tutor,” Melissa continued, ruffling her son’s hair good-naturedly. “But maybe we could look getting you some study sessions before the mid-term?”
Isaac nodded warily but was still on guard as Melissa stepped close to him. She brought her hand up to cup his cheek for a brief moment before she put her coffee down (decaf only) and started towards her bedroom. “I’m sure you’ll do better next time,” she said over her shoulder in a tone that clearly meant ‘you will do better next time’. And Isaac believed her.
*****
“Scott, what’s going on?” Melissa demanded in a loud whisper.
The house was dark, the electricity cut, and someone--something was trying to get inside. Scott herded his mom into his room, the only one with easy access to jump out onto the roof, if needed and was going to barricade her inside.
She had her hands tangled in his shirt, trying to hold him back, trying to keep him close to her. To protect him.
“Mom, you know I have to go,” Scott told her softly. He gently pried her fingers off of him and held her hands in his tightly. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”
There was a bang on the bedroom door, then it swung open and Isaac burst through, eyes already yellow.
“Watch her,” Scott commanded before he escaped and shut the door behind him without a second for her to protest.
“Isaac?” Melissa whispered. He turned to her and shifted in front of her eyes, waited for her reaction.
But there wasn’t one.
“I’m going to do better,” he told her in his distorted voice.
Melissa let out a shaky breath.
“I know.”