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This is just a short attempt to get back into the fanfic writing groove after being out of it for so long. *sighs* Only 545 words, and takes place in the Sookie Stackhouse universe, post-FDTW.
Part of me has always known that my brother was an asshole. Really, it’s kind of hard not to.
Still, he was family, and someone in my situation doesn’t brush that off lightly. Our parents had died unexpectedly in a flash flood when we were both young, at which point my Gran had taken over our upbringing. She had always been the mother figure I’d never had (my own mother, during the few short years we’d spent together, was often indifferent at best), and her murder-gosh, was it really almost a year and a half ago?-had been devastating to both of us. Jason and I, we’d been through a lot in our lives, more than any two people should. So I suppose I had always been a little too tolerant of his selfishness, his arrogance.
And whenever Jason pushed the envelope-took it one step too far-he’d always been able to charm his way out of it somehow. His eyes would look sorrowful as he flashed that disarming grin (the same one that had captivated much of the female population in our small town) and, well, if his own sister wasn’t immune to it, who could hold it against me? You know what they say about blood being thicker than water, and all that.
Lately, he’s gotten into the habit of stopping by Merlotte’s when he gets off work. Not for the drinks or the atmosphere (though Sam is meticulous about keeping it as tidy as possible)- no, my dear brother shows up night after night to get a rise out of me. At least, that’s pretty much how it seems from my perspective. Tonight was no different.
Once again, Jason sat down silently in my section, crossed his ankles, and waited. Sam watched with a concerned frown as I lifted my chin and marched over to where he sat.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked, plastering an obviously fake smile across my face. My voice was brittle and hard.
“Sook.” Jason stared up at me, dark purplish shadows under his eyes like bruises. “Can’t we just talk?” A moment’s hesitation. “Please?”
My brother almost never used the word. Part of me was astonished he knew it.
For a split second, I hesitated. Like so many of my interactions with men, my relationship with my brother is a complicated one. Gazing down at him at that moment, I didn’t just see the weary blond man sitting in front of me. I saw the skinny ten year old boy returning, day after day, with bloodied knuckles and black eyes because the rest of the students saw his sister as “crazy little Sookie”. I saw the gangly thirteen year old who desperately refused to acknowledge the truth about his favorite great-uncle- the last father figure he had left- even when the brutal truth stared at him from across the dinner table at night. I saw the look on Calvin’s face as I weighed the brick in my hand, and heard the nauseating crunch when I brought it down.
In that moment, I wasn’t sure who I hated more-my brother, or myself.
“Budweiser it is, then,” I said cheerily, spinning around on one heel so he couldn’t see me blink away the tears.
A/N: Comments and concrit are appreciated and, as always, thanks for reading!
Now, on to that J/B fic that's been sitting around on my hard drive forever...
Part of me has always known that my brother was an asshole. Really, it’s kind of hard not to.
Still, he was family, and someone in my situation doesn’t brush that off lightly. Our parents had died unexpectedly in a flash flood when we were both young, at which point my Gran had taken over our upbringing. She had always been the mother figure I’d never had (my own mother, during the few short years we’d spent together, was often indifferent at best), and her murder-gosh, was it really almost a year and a half ago?-had been devastating to both of us. Jason and I, we’d been through a lot in our lives, more than any two people should. So I suppose I had always been a little too tolerant of his selfishness, his arrogance.
And whenever Jason pushed the envelope-took it one step too far-he’d always been able to charm his way out of it somehow. His eyes would look sorrowful as he flashed that disarming grin (the same one that had captivated much of the female population in our small town) and, well, if his own sister wasn’t immune to it, who could hold it against me? You know what they say about blood being thicker than water, and all that.
Lately, he’s gotten into the habit of stopping by Merlotte’s when he gets off work. Not for the drinks or the atmosphere (though Sam is meticulous about keeping it as tidy as possible)- no, my dear brother shows up night after night to get a rise out of me. At least, that’s pretty much how it seems from my perspective. Tonight was no different.
Once again, Jason sat down silently in my section, crossed his ankles, and waited. Sam watched with a concerned frown as I lifted my chin and marched over to where he sat.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked, plastering an obviously fake smile across my face. My voice was brittle and hard.
“Sook.” Jason stared up at me, dark purplish shadows under his eyes like bruises. “Can’t we just talk?” A moment’s hesitation. “Please?”
My brother almost never used the word. Part of me was astonished he knew it.
For a split second, I hesitated. Like so many of my interactions with men, my relationship with my brother is a complicated one. Gazing down at him at that moment, I didn’t just see the weary blond man sitting in front of me. I saw the skinny ten year old boy returning, day after day, with bloodied knuckles and black eyes because the rest of the students saw his sister as “crazy little Sookie”. I saw the gangly thirteen year old who desperately refused to acknowledge the truth about his favorite great-uncle- the last father figure he had left- even when the brutal truth stared at him from across the dinner table at night. I saw the look on Calvin’s face as I weighed the brick in my hand, and heard the nauseating crunch when I brought it down.
In that moment, I wasn’t sure who I hated more-my brother, or myself.
“Budweiser it is, then,” I said cheerily, spinning around on one heel so he couldn’t see me blink away the tears.
A/N: Comments and concrit are appreciated and, as always, thanks for reading!
Now, on to that J/B fic that's been sitting around on my hard drive forever...