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Author: nightehfaice
Rating: G
Pairing: Parental Jeph/Bert
Warnings: None it's G. The fluff might burn your eyes though.
Notes: Since I can't write my nano, I envision other little off-shoot scenes in my head. On the way from Detroit, I was stuck in the Toledo bus station for two hours. So, I wrote this. Takes place in the late 1920's, when Jeph and Bert are still itty bitty living in an orphanage, several years before my actual nano is gonna take place. Mainly just a drabble, 887 words. Beta'd by
xstunt_pilots.
Summary: Robby's favourite person in the orphanage, is Jeph. For obvious reasons.
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Step, step. Step, step.
“Jeph, Jeph! Jeph, Jeph!”
Giggling followed that, the little black haired boy behind him happy as pie as he followed his older companion, letting out the same name with each oversized step he took, trying to keep up with Jeph's longer legs. He got lonely when the older children were in school, so after dinner when everyone was back to this place they called home and had time to play before bed, was Robby’s favourite time of day. It was when his Jeph was home, and the other little kids had to leave him alone because he had someone to stick up for him. And that was nice.
“Yeah, that’s me,” the older boy said with a light laugh. He looked behind him, adjusting his hat, reaching out a hand to place on Robby’s head to stop his walking. “You gotta watch out,” he said then. “Or you’re gonna walk right into me if you’re not careful.”
The motion was just met with more giggles, a smile, and the little boy lurching forwards to wrap his arms around Jeph’s thighs in a hug. He sure was short, poor little guy, and sometimes Jeph worried about him. He wasn’t very tall either, and sometimes got teased for it. Robby was four, but could still be a baby, if he tried hard enough.
“I missed you…” Robby whispered then, letting his voice trail off as he simply hugged tighter. “I don’t like when you go to school, Jeph. Leaves me all alone.” He poked out his lower lip, looking up at Jeph with wide eyes. He knew he couldn’t stop the older boy from going to school, it was the rules. Next year he’d go too, even if he didn’t want to. But he was still lonely during the day, and in the mind of a four year old, pouting just worked. It got you something, whatever that something was.
“I know,” came the reply; Jeph pausing to adjust his hat again before he sat down on the ground, legs crossed. He patted his knee, signaling for Robby to sit down, which the younger promptly did. “But we all gotta go, school is just what kids do. Ya gotta learn to read n’ write, and do maths, or else you can’t even read the paper! And… well, if you can’t do even maths, then how can ya know how much a piece of chocolate costs at the shop?”
Robby’s hands instantly went up to his face, mouth making an ‘o’ shape as he gasped. “That would be bad,” he said, voice quiet, the dramatics of a four year old forcing Jeph to hold back a smile. Even as only a seven year old himself, he was wise for his age. He had to be, to play adoptive parent like he did. “I gots to learn the maths, Jepha. I gots to learn the maths and the readin’ and the writin!” His voice grew higher in pitch towards the end of his sentence, before his hands slapped down onto his knees, leaning forwards to rest his head on Jeph’s chest. “I gots’ta.”
“I know you do. And don’t worry, you will. Next year, you can go inta kindergarten, and then you’ll learn the maths and the readin’ and the writin'.”
“And I can buy pieces of candy at the store?”
“Well, if ya get any money, and you do good in kindergarten, I’ll take ya out myself to get some candy. Okay?”
Small shrieks filled the orphanage then, turning some heads, but all Robby really cared about was throwing himself at Jeph, wrapping his arms around the older boy's neck and tipping them both over.
“I’ll do good, Jepha, I promise, you’ll think I’m so good you’ll wanna buy me the whoooole candy store, all for me!” More small snickers and giggles followed then before Robby rolled off of Jeph’s chest, curling up in the crook of his arm. The little boy closed his eyes, letting out a happy sigh. It was only relatively late, about eight in the evening, an hour before bed and lights out for most of the boys. But Robby had never been good at staying up late, had always been one to like his sleep, even at such an early age.
“Ready for bed?” Jeph asked, smiling at the thought of just how fast and sudden Robby seemed to knock out for the night. Clothes ruffled as Robby nodded, too tired to really open his eyes, or his mouth.
“Okay,” Jeph whispered, letting out a small groan as he picked the little boy up, running a hand through his growing hair. He knew their caretakers would want to cut it soon, and Robby would cry kick and complain, and Jeph would be the one to hold him when he cried over his new icky hair, and the fact that they had said he was bad for not wanting it. But he hoped that wouldn’t be for a few days yet, and they’d still have a while of peace.
“I love you Jepha,” came the little whisper then, taking Jeph slightly by surprise. He just smiled though, hugging his Robby tighter, and giving him a kiss on the forehead despite what the other boys would say about him later.
“Love you too.”
Author: nightehfaice
Rating: G
Pairing: Parental Jeph/Bert
Warnings: None it's G. The fluff might burn your eyes though.
Notes: Since I can't write my nano, I envision other little off-shoot scenes in my head. On the way from Detroit, I was stuck in the Toledo bus station for two hours. So, I wrote this. Takes place in the late 1920's, when Jeph and Bert are still itty bitty living in an orphanage, several years before my actual nano is gonna take place. Mainly just a drabble, 887 words. Beta'd by
xstunt_pilots.
Summary: Robby's favourite person in the orphanage, is Jeph. For obvious reasons.
-------
Step, step. Step, step.
“Jeph, Jeph! Jeph, Jeph!”
Giggling followed that, the little black haired boy behind him happy as pie as he followed his older companion, letting out the same name with each oversized step he took, trying to keep up with Jeph's longer legs. He got lonely when the older children were in school, so after dinner when everyone was back to this place they called home and had time to play before bed, was Robby’s favourite time of day. It was when his Jeph was home, and the other little kids had to leave him alone because he had someone to stick up for him. And that was nice.
“Yeah, that’s me,” the older boy said with a light laugh. He looked behind him, adjusting his hat, reaching out a hand to place on Robby’s head to stop his walking. “You gotta watch out,” he said then. “Or you’re gonna walk right into me if you’re not careful.”
The motion was just met with more giggles, a smile, and the little boy lurching forwards to wrap his arms around Jeph’s thighs in a hug. He sure was short, poor little guy, and sometimes Jeph worried about him. He wasn’t very tall either, and sometimes got teased for it. Robby was four, but could still be a baby, if he tried hard enough.
“I missed you…” Robby whispered then, letting his voice trail off as he simply hugged tighter. “I don’t like when you go to school, Jeph. Leaves me all alone.” He poked out his lower lip, looking up at Jeph with wide eyes. He knew he couldn’t stop the older boy from going to school, it was the rules. Next year he’d go too, even if he didn’t want to. But he was still lonely during the day, and in the mind of a four year old, pouting just worked. It got you something, whatever that something was.
“I know,” came the reply; Jeph pausing to adjust his hat again before he sat down on the ground, legs crossed. He patted his knee, signaling for Robby to sit down, which the younger promptly did. “But we all gotta go, school is just what kids do. Ya gotta learn to read n’ write, and do maths, or else you can’t even read the paper! And… well, if you can’t do even maths, then how can ya know how much a piece of chocolate costs at the shop?”
Robby’s hands instantly went up to his face, mouth making an ‘o’ shape as he gasped. “That would be bad,” he said, voice quiet, the dramatics of a four year old forcing Jeph to hold back a smile. Even as only a seven year old himself, he was wise for his age. He had to be, to play adoptive parent like he did. “I gots to learn the maths, Jepha. I gots to learn the maths and the readin’ and the writin!” His voice grew higher in pitch towards the end of his sentence, before his hands slapped down onto his knees, leaning forwards to rest his head on Jeph’s chest. “I gots’ta.”
“I know you do. And don’t worry, you will. Next year, you can go inta kindergarten, and then you’ll learn the maths and the readin’ and the writin'.”
“And I can buy pieces of candy at the store?”
“Well, if ya get any money, and you do good in kindergarten, I’ll take ya out myself to get some candy. Okay?”
Small shrieks filled the orphanage then, turning some heads, but all Robby really cared about was throwing himself at Jeph, wrapping his arms around the older boy's neck and tipping them both over.
“I’ll do good, Jepha, I promise, you’ll think I’m so good you’ll wanna buy me the whoooole candy store, all for me!” More small snickers and giggles followed then before Robby rolled off of Jeph’s chest, curling up in the crook of his arm. The little boy closed his eyes, letting out a happy sigh. It was only relatively late, about eight in the evening, an hour before bed and lights out for most of the boys. But Robby had never been good at staying up late, had always been one to like his sleep, even at such an early age.
“Ready for bed?” Jeph asked, smiling at the thought of just how fast and sudden Robby seemed to knock out for the night. Clothes ruffled as Robby nodded, too tired to really open his eyes, or his mouth.
“Okay,” Jeph whispered, letting out a small groan as he picked the little boy up, running a hand through his growing hair. He knew their caretakers would want to cut it soon, and Robby would cry kick and complain, and Jeph would be the one to hold him when he cried over his new icky hair, and the fact that they had said he was bad for not wanting it. But he hoped that wouldn’t be for a few days yet, and they’d still have a while of peace.
“I love you Jepha,” came the little whisper then, taking Jeph slightly by surprise. He just smiled though, hugging his Robby tighter, and giving him a kiss on the forehead despite what the other boys would say about him later.
“Love you too.”