Chasing the Wind :- 16. Stormy Weather
A/N- I wrote fluffy gen-fic. I really have no explaination for this, but I hope any readers enjoy the change of pace. (Also fills with_rainfalls prompt ‘Storm’ on comment_fic.)
16. Stormy Weather
The tradition starts with Tobias, but she practically has to threaten him death and dismemberment (or at least emotional blackmail) before he swallows his pride and sheepishly shows up on her windowsill for the first time on a night when Mother Nature throws a large enough tantrum that there’s no way simple tree branches can make more than a passing attempts at keeping him dry- if Rachel deliberately leaves books by authors she’s learned he likes out from then on, well, it’s not bribery if the act itself is never specifically discussed or mentioned in conversation.
As time passes Ax tags along with Tobias occasionally, mostly on nights Rachel slips that Naomi has recently stocked up on certain human ‘delicacies’ like Cheez-its or Rocky Road ice cream. It’s some of the weirdest un-slumber parties of her life or not exactly dates she ever has with Tobias with Ax along as the third inquisitive wheel, but like a million other things from the war she never could have imagined getting used to in the beginning, the rainy nights become a strangely ‘normal’ break from their usual chaos; listening to Tobias try and explain the phrase ‘raining cats and dogs’ to Ax had made her laugh (quietly) into her pillow until happy, stress-relieving tears ran down her cheeks.
The first dreary night Marco tags along- the excuse that his father is too enthralled playing with alien technology to notice his absence she buys, but the crack about always wanting to sleep in a pretty girl’s room she deals him a dead arm with one hand and smothers his undignified squawk with the other- she kicks him out as soon as the weather lets up, but in the months after they all settle into an almost cozy anti-parental covert operation she double and triple checks her door’s lock over; her mother would kill her for having a boy in her room unsupervised before she even processed the fact that there was a furry, blue, four-legged, stalk-eyed alien hanging out near her daughter’s desk.
As a child Rachel had never feared the bright, noisy vengeance raining down from the heavens, but it’s as a teenager she learns to love the rain, lightning and thunder that heralds her war ‘family’ gathering together away from more than one kind of storm.
16. Stormy Weather
The tradition starts with Tobias, but she practically has to threaten him death and dismemberment (or at least emotional blackmail) before he swallows his pride and sheepishly shows up on her windowsill for the first time on a night when Mother Nature throws a large enough tantrum that there’s no way simple tree branches can make more than a passing attempts at keeping him dry- if Rachel deliberately leaves books by authors she’s learned he likes out from then on, well, it’s not bribery if the act itself is never specifically discussed or mentioned in conversation.
As time passes Ax tags along with Tobias occasionally, mostly on nights Rachel slips that Naomi has recently stocked up on certain human ‘delicacies’ like Cheez-its or Rocky Road ice cream. It’s some of the weirdest un-slumber parties of her life or not exactly dates she ever has with Tobias with Ax along as the third inquisitive wheel, but like a million other things from the war she never could have imagined getting used to in the beginning, the rainy nights become a strangely ‘normal’ break from their usual chaos; listening to Tobias try and explain the phrase ‘raining cats and dogs’ to Ax had made her laugh (quietly) into her pillow until happy, stress-relieving tears ran down her cheeks.
The first dreary night Marco tags along- the excuse that his father is too enthralled playing with alien technology to notice his absence she buys, but the crack about always wanting to sleep in a pretty girl’s room she deals him a dead arm with one hand and smothers his undignified squawk with the other- she kicks him out as soon as the weather lets up, but in the months after they all settle into an almost cozy anti-parental covert operation she double and triple checks her door’s lock over; her mother would kill her for having a boy in her room unsupervised before she even processed the fact that there was a furry, blue, four-legged, stalk-eyed alien hanging out near her daughter’s desk.
As a child Rachel had never feared the bright, noisy vengeance raining down from the heavens, but it’s as a teenager she learns to love the rain, lightning and thunder that heralds her war ‘family’ gathering together away from more than one kind of storm.