Yanked
Title: Yanked
Collection: The Long and Short of It
Rating: eT
Characters/Pairings: Charlie, Amita, Don, mild Megan/Larry
Warnings: language, brotherly schmoop out the wahoo, excessively hot men being hot, PWP without the pr0n (Plot What Plot?)
Genres: Humor, Family, Fluff, Gen, Friendship, Pr0nless PWP (Plot? What Plot?)
Chapters: 1
Completed: Yes
Word count: 487
Disclaimer: See Master Post.
Notes: See Master Post.
Summary: This is delicate work, requiring a delicate hand and, well, Don just doesn't do delicate.
"Ow! That hurts, Donnie!"
"Then hold still, brat!"
A whimper escaped as Don gave another yank, but it didn't remotely solve the problem.
If anything it made it worse.
"Stop, okay? Just stop!"
Don sighed. "Fine. Fix it yourself. But next time, don't come to me, got it?"
Charlie glared, one hand hovering protectively over his head. "Don't worry. I won't. Mooooom!"
o.o
TWENTY YEARS LATER
"Ow! Don! That hurts!"
"Yeah? Well maybe if you weren't twitching so much-"
"No, I'm pretty sure it's the fact that you are pulling on my hair that is causing the problem. I'm only twitching because-OW!-because you're CAUSING ME PAIN. Dammit!"
"Look, Charlie-"
"Okay, stop! Just stop!" Charlie stepped away and put up his hands and Don mirrored the movement.
"Fine. Fine, fix it yourself then. Just like you did last ti- Oh WAIT. You didn't fix it yourself last time, did you? Mom had to cut your hair."
"Because you made it worse!" Charlie threw at him.
Don shrugged. "You needed the cut anyway." He gave his brother another critical stare. "In fact, maybe that's the solution this time too."
Charlie's hand came up and he stepped back again. "Don't even think about it," he said, his flattened palm curling into one pointed finger of warning.
Megan entered the room, unscrewing the lid on the jar in her hands. "Here, I found it in the break room. You owe Colby a new jar by the way."
She dug out a generous gob of the creamy brown goop and smeared it on Charlie's hair.
"How the hell did you get bubble gum in your hair anyway, Charlie?" Don asked, watching Megan's expert hands work on the gooey sticky mess.
Charlie sighed. "Let's just say that I have now well and truly learned my lesson about volunteering to chaperone CalSci's girl's basketball team to their away game and leave it at that. Okay?"
Larry walked into the room with Amita at that very moment and Charlie's eyes closed in defeat.
"Oh my," Larry said as the two of them stopped in surprise.
"Charlie?" Amita asked, the laughter not nearly concealed in her tone.
"I see Brunhilde found you," Larry said. "I warned you not to let her talk you into anything. Hello, Megan. Don."
"Hi, Larry," Megan said, waggling her peanut butter covered fingers at him.
"No, Larry, I believe you said, 'Run for your very life if you see Professor Winters coming toward you'," Charlie corrected.
Larry shrugged. "I'm not sure how much more clear I could make that."
"He has a point, Buddy," Don said.
Charlie sighed and looked heavenward for patience. "Just kill me now. Please, someone, just kill me now."
"Nah," Don said. "I think we'll keep you. For entertainment value if nothing else." He sipped his coffee with a smile as Charlie leveled another glare.
"I hate you so much right now."
"I love you too, Buddy. I love you too."