GK, The First Step, 1/1, PG13, Brad, Nate, Ray, Walt, 653
Title: The First Step
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert, Nate Fick, Ray Person, Walt Hasser (pre-Brad/Nate)
Warning(s): AU, kid!fic, language
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): Just assume it's kari_hermione's fault.
Word Count: 653
Master List: advent
Notes: An AU where Brad knocks up a girl and gets a few days a week with his son, Walt, and Nate is raising his late boyfriend's son, Ray, after he dies in a car wreck.
Summary: Really, Brad is just hoping for a free dinner when Nate knocks on his door. He doesn't expect to like the guy or his loud, obnoxious kid.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This is a work of fiction inspired by the fictional portrayal of the actual events. No harm intended.
Brad’s standing in his kitchen and staring at the fridge when he hears a knock on the front door. He glances over his shoulder, confused, but he can’t see anything through the hazy glass and turns his attention back to the green monstrosity and attempts to convince it to spew out something worth eating.
Or at least something he could cook. Brad’s no expert on this parenting thing, but he’s pretty sure he’s not supposed to feed Walt quesadillas every night.
The knocking on the door continues, and Brad is content to ignore it until Walt wanders into the kitchen with his toy fire truck. “You should answer that.”
Brad frowns, but only partly because he’s being told what to do by an eight year old. As much as he hates guests though, the last few times someone’s been on his stoop they’ve brought food, and as long as it’s not another casserole, it might be worth letting them in.
The absolute last thing Brad expects when he opens the door is to see a guy and what Brad can only presume is his kid. There’s not sort of familial resemblance outside of the fact they’ve both got on plaid flannel shirts rolled up past their elbows, but the boy looks about Walt’s age so maybe some good will come of this.
”This is awkward. I’m Nate,” he says once Brad opens the door. “I was going to welcome you to the neighborhood and give you food.”
Leaning against the doorjamb, Brad quirks an eyebrow. “Did you forget the food?”
”No, I just realized how completely stupid my plan was,” Nate replies. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and holds up his hand and displays a heavy paper bag. “I can’t cook so I bought tacos.”
”Dad?” Walt asks, peeking around the corner from the kitchen. He looks suspicious, glancing between Brad and Nate before settling his gaze on the kid that came with Nate.
”Hi,” the dark haired boy says. “I like your fire truck. I have a cop car.” He pulls a car out of his pocket and holds it up for inspection. “I’ll race you.”
Walt looks contemplative for a second before nodding. “I have a car rug,” he says, pointing, and before Brad or Nate can react, the boy is ducking into the house and chasing after Walt.
”Ray!” Nate says, aghast. He moves to step forward, but stops when Brad’s arm lashes out to block his entrance. “Fuck,” he mutters, rubbing at his face. “I’m sorry. Ray isn’t usually - okay, he is - but this isn’t working like it was supposed to.” He sighs, and adds “this is what I get for listening to a seven year old boy who hides cheese in his sock drawer” as muted afterthought.
Brad has two options here, near as he can tell. He can shut the door in Nate’s face and kick his undoubtedly obnoxious kid out on his ass, or he can invite him in and maybe have tacos for dinner. Get to know the neighbors. He’s already suffered through two single moms from around the block and one woman old enough to be his mom feeding him, maybe dinner with Nate and his kid won’t be so bad.
Besides, Walt has seemed to have accepted Ray into his little circle easily enough. He’s taken Ray to his room, which is farther than he usually gets when other kids come around.
”Walt tried to raise a baby bird in his closet before we moved here.” Dropping his hand away from the door, Brad offers it out to Nate. “I’m Brad.”
”Oh God, don’t let him give Ray any ideas,” Nate says with a laugh. His handshake is firm and warm, and there’s something comforting about the wide smile on Nate’s face and the way his eyes shine. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Strangely enough, Brad thinks he might agree.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert, Nate Fick, Ray Person, Walt Hasser (pre-Brad/Nate)
Warning(s): AU, kid!fic, language
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): Just assume it's kari_hermione's fault.
Word Count: 653
Master List: advent
Notes: An AU where Brad knocks up a girl and gets a few days a week with his son, Walt, and Nate is raising his late boyfriend's son, Ray, after he dies in a car wreck.
Summary: Really, Brad is just hoping for a free dinner when Nate knocks on his door. He doesn't expect to like the guy or his loud, obnoxious kid.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This is a work of fiction inspired by the fictional portrayal of the actual events. No harm intended.
Brad’s standing in his kitchen and staring at the fridge when he hears a knock on the front door. He glances over his shoulder, confused, but he can’t see anything through the hazy glass and turns his attention back to the green monstrosity and attempts to convince it to spew out something worth eating.
Or at least something he could cook. Brad’s no expert on this parenting thing, but he’s pretty sure he’s not supposed to feed Walt quesadillas every night.
The knocking on the door continues, and Brad is content to ignore it until Walt wanders into the kitchen with his toy fire truck. “You should answer that.”
Brad frowns, but only partly because he’s being told what to do by an eight year old. As much as he hates guests though, the last few times someone’s been on his stoop they’ve brought food, and as long as it’s not another casserole, it might be worth letting them in.
The absolute last thing Brad expects when he opens the door is to see a guy and what Brad can only presume is his kid. There’s not sort of familial resemblance outside of the fact they’ve both got on plaid flannel shirts rolled up past their elbows, but the boy looks about Walt’s age so maybe some good will come of this.
”This is awkward. I’m Nate,” he says once Brad opens the door. “I was going to welcome you to the neighborhood and give you food.”
Leaning against the doorjamb, Brad quirks an eyebrow. “Did you forget the food?”
”No, I just realized how completely stupid my plan was,” Nate replies. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and holds up his hand and displays a heavy paper bag. “I can’t cook so I bought tacos.”
”Dad?” Walt asks, peeking around the corner from the kitchen. He looks suspicious, glancing between Brad and Nate before settling his gaze on the kid that came with Nate.
”Hi,” the dark haired boy says. “I like your fire truck. I have a cop car.” He pulls a car out of his pocket and holds it up for inspection. “I’ll race you.”
Walt looks contemplative for a second before nodding. “I have a car rug,” he says, pointing, and before Brad or Nate can react, the boy is ducking into the house and chasing after Walt.
”Ray!” Nate says, aghast. He moves to step forward, but stops when Brad’s arm lashes out to block his entrance. “Fuck,” he mutters, rubbing at his face. “I’m sorry. Ray isn’t usually - okay, he is - but this isn’t working like it was supposed to.” He sighs, and adds “this is what I get for listening to a seven year old boy who hides cheese in his sock drawer” as muted afterthought.
Brad has two options here, near as he can tell. He can shut the door in Nate’s face and kick his undoubtedly obnoxious kid out on his ass, or he can invite him in and maybe have tacos for dinner. Get to know the neighbors. He’s already suffered through two single moms from around the block and one woman old enough to be his mom feeding him, maybe dinner with Nate and his kid won’t be so bad.
Besides, Walt has seemed to have accepted Ray into his little circle easily enough. He’s taken Ray to his room, which is farther than he usually gets when other kids come around.
”Walt tried to raise a baby bird in his closet before we moved here.” Dropping his hand away from the door, Brad offers it out to Nate. “I’m Brad.”
”Oh God, don’t let him give Ray any ideas,” Nate says with a laugh. His handshake is firm and warm, and there’s something comforting about the wide smile on Nate’s face and the way his eyes shine. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Strangely enough, Brad thinks he might agree.