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Fic: His Little Girl
Title: His Little Girl
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Kenna, Wyatt, Jeb, the folks in camp (mention of Adora, Zero, and some bullies)
Rating: PG
Summary: Wyatt learns more about his daughter...
Warning: post-series, the morning after Finding Home, Part II *Written for the June Mini Table of Doom! at writerverse. Prompt: use song lyrics to inspire scenes (bolded before each part)
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
The Girl at Camp | Loss | Back for Good | Bedtime Kiss I | Bedtime Kiss, Part II | Finding Home, Part I | Finding Home, Part II | His Little Girl | Moving Day | The Girl Who Left Camp | Panic Attack | First Snow | Her Wishing Star | Gingerbread
10 I wrestle with the feeling; That the day's starting way too soon - Yankee Grey (Another Nine Minutes)
Jeb grumbled as he fought to stay asleep. He could hear voices in the distance, but couldn't place them. Taking a deep breath, he rolled over and opened his eyes. He was in the tent, and his father was across from him, holding a stuffed animal.
"Ken!" he gasped, bolting upright. Wyatt bolted up at the sound of his son's voice and looked around, then made a face as his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the morning. Setting the bear aside, Wyatt rubbed at his eyes and turned toward Jeb's voice.
"Where's Kenna?" Jeb asked as he pushed off the bed. Wyatt twisted, but where he'd last seen her was currently empty, save the bear. Jeb stuck his head out of the tent and looked around, finally spotting her helping one of the women carry her belongings to a wagon.
Closing his eyes, Jeb took a deep breath and let a panic settle. With a glance to his father, Jeb nodded: "So much for sleeping outdoors, huh?" He couldn't help but smile at the look Wyatt gave him.
"Speak for yourself," Wyatt smirked, rolling his shoulder.
"You all right?" Jeb asked, nodding to the injury.
"Yeah," Wyatt huffed, "I'll live." He loosened the buttons on the borrowed shirt, anyway, and eyed the medics' work.
"We've got some stuff," Jeb nodded, also giving the patch job a look. "It smells terrible, but it works twice as fast as anything we stole from the Longcoats." He nodded again and turned to fight a yawn. "Coffee, first."
"Yeah," Wyatt nodded, following after his son.
11 Well the boys 'round here; They're keeping it country - Blake Shelton (Boys 'Round Here)
Sadie had ordered both men to sit down and eat some breakfast, while the others continued packing up a portion of the camp. Wyatt began to object, but from the looks Jeb and at least three other men had given him, he decided to follow orders and sat down.
Everyone in the camp was glad to see Jeb taking some time for himself. All he had been doing for the last few months was working. None of them minded having to do a little more work; Jeb had earned the break.
As they ate, a few other men Wyatt recognized from the other camp ambled over, also following orders to sit and eat like respectable people. One of them made a comment about being anything but respectable, and while the others in the group laughed, the speaker was lovingly thwacked with a wooden spoon.
Jeb began introducing the men to his father, and each of them explained where they had lived, prior to the war, and how they made their living. One of the men was telling Wyatt about his brother, who was also a Tin Man, when the youngest children in the camp came running over to the table.
12 Wish I was a June apple; Hanging on a tree - various (June Apple)
"Mommy said we can have apples!" one of the boys announced.
"She did?" Sadie asked. She knew that the children had been helping their families pack, and apples were usually the daily treat, thanks to the orchard not far from the camp. "Wash your hands, first," Sadie ordered, pointing to a water bucket nearby.
While the children crowded around the bucket, Sadie counted out apples into a basket. Once the hands were washed, the children lined up and each took an apple. The two youngest boys picked their apples, said 'Thank you', and then turned and ran back to their mother.
The remaining children found seats nearby, or sat at the table. Kenna picked her apple last, then moved over to where Jeb and Wyatt were sitting. Jeb shifted sideways, making room for her to sit between them, and reached for his knife.
Wyatt watched as Kenna held the apple up and Jeb took it from her, then starting cutting into it. Once the first slice was free, Jeb held it out for Kenna to take and she thanked him. Instead of taking a bite, though, she turned to face their father and held the slice out.
"You want it?" she asked, giving him a smile.
"I would. Thank you," Wyatt nodded and smiled. That made Kenna smile even brighter.
13 Don't try to patch it up; Tear it up, tear it up - South Pacific cast (I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair)
"Your shirt. Cleaned and repaired," the woman announced as she held out a neatly-folded stack of clothes. Wyatt's eyebrow went up as he reached for his clothes and nodded.
"Much obliged, thank you." He nodded to her again and smiled.
"I thought my boys got stains, but you, sir," she smiled, then shook her head. Wyatt smirked as she excused herself and turned away, then called to the two boys who had run off with their apples, earlier.
Wyatt gave another look to the clothes, then turned and headed back toward the tent. Jeb was sitting out front, repairing something Wyatt didn't recognize. "What's the current fee for tailoring and laundry?" he asked, holding the clothes up.
Jeb waved his hand and shook his head. "She wouldn't take payment, anyway. None of us would."
Wyatt nodded. That sounded like the Resistance. "Is, uh," he started, and then glanced around. "Is there some place bigger than a bucket, around here? I could probably use a real bath. Well," he nodded, "as real as one can get in the woods."
Setting down his project, Jeb pointed toward the far side of camp. "There's a lake, about six minutes past the edge of camp, in that direction. You'll see the trail." Giving his father a look, Jeb added: "Just don't let her see where you're going."
14 Try to keep your head above water; Has never been harder - Theory of a Deadman (Head Above Water)
Wyatt raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he asked, sitting down next to his son.
Jeb let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. "A few annuals back, we were camped close to a town. And there was a lake, nearby. One afternoon, Kenna and two other boys from the camp were playing on the shore. Some older kids, from the town, showed up, and started picking on the boys, pushing them around."
Jeb shrugged his shoulders and continued: "Ken decided to fight back, and while one of the boys ran back to the camp, one of the towners pulled her into the lake and held her under."
Shaking his head, Jeb frowned. "A few of us got there, and the other kids from town were scared. Not sure if it was of us or the one in the water. And then Ken's arm came out of the water and..." Jeb shook his head, as if the simple motion would wipe the memories from his mind. "I hit that kid so hard, I broke every bone in his face." Jeb shook his head again and took a deep breath.
"She won't go near water much bigger than a bucket. When she gets a bath, it's in that same washtub that cleaned your clothes," he explained.
15 Go on, take on this whole world; But to me you know you'll always be my little girl - Tim McGraw (My Little Girl)
"Is that part of the nightmares?" Wyatt asked, staring at the ground.
"Every once in a while," Jeb replied. "Especially the ones during a storm." Taking a deep breath, Jeb leaned back and shook his head. "Most of them, though, are Zero." With a nod into the tent, Jeb looked up at his father. "Is that why you were in there?"
Wyatt nodded. "Didn't intend to fall asleep," he replied with a half-smile.
"You could have woken me up," Jeb told him.
Wyatt shook his head and raised a hand. "No, son. You needed to rest. Besides, I sat through plenty of your nightmares, when you were her age." Jeb couldn't argue that, and smiled.
"Thank you," he finally said. "For keeping an eye on her."
Wyatt smiled. "You're my children, Jeb. It's my job."
Jeb leaned sideways and looked around his father. He could see Kenna running toward them, looking upset. "Hey," he said to her.
"Jeb, it is time. You gotta say 'Goodbye.'" She took a deep breath, once the message was delivered. She wasn't happy that they were leaving, but people came and went from the camp all the time.
Jeb nodded and stood up. "All right, I'll go." He stopped next to her and leaned over to kiss the top of her head. Pointing to Wyatt, Jeb narrowed his eyes. "You keep an eye on him, okay? Make sure he stays out of trouble." Kenna nodded and Jeb smiled at the look his father was giving him.
"Oh," Wyatt replied, waving Kenna over to him, "we're going to get into all kinds of trouble. And you're not invited." At the grin he got from Kenna, Wyatt smiled.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Kenna, Wyatt, Jeb, the folks in camp (mention of Adora, Zero, and some bullies)
Rating: PG
Summary: Wyatt learns more about his daughter...
Warning: post-series, the morning after Finding Home, Part II *Written for the June Mini Table of Doom! at writerverse. Prompt: use song lyrics to inspire scenes (bolded before each part)
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
The Girl at Camp | Loss | Back for Good | Bedtime Kiss I | Bedtime Kiss, Part II | Finding Home, Part I | Finding Home, Part II | His Little Girl | Moving Day | The Girl Who Left Camp | Panic Attack | First Snow | Her Wishing Star | Gingerbread
10 I wrestle with the feeling; That the day's starting way too soon - Yankee Grey (Another Nine Minutes)
Jeb grumbled as he fought to stay asleep. He could hear voices in the distance, but couldn't place them. Taking a deep breath, he rolled over and opened his eyes. He was in the tent, and his father was across from him, holding a stuffed animal.
"Ken!" he gasped, bolting upright. Wyatt bolted up at the sound of his son's voice and looked around, then made a face as his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the morning. Setting the bear aside, Wyatt rubbed at his eyes and turned toward Jeb's voice.
"Where's Kenna?" Jeb asked as he pushed off the bed. Wyatt twisted, but where he'd last seen her was currently empty, save the bear. Jeb stuck his head out of the tent and looked around, finally spotting her helping one of the women carry her belongings to a wagon.
Closing his eyes, Jeb took a deep breath and let a panic settle. With a glance to his father, Jeb nodded: "So much for sleeping outdoors, huh?" He couldn't help but smile at the look Wyatt gave him.
"Speak for yourself," Wyatt smirked, rolling his shoulder.
"You all right?" Jeb asked, nodding to the injury.
"Yeah," Wyatt huffed, "I'll live." He loosened the buttons on the borrowed shirt, anyway, and eyed the medics' work.
"We've got some stuff," Jeb nodded, also giving the patch job a look. "It smells terrible, but it works twice as fast as anything we stole from the Longcoats." He nodded again and turned to fight a yawn. "Coffee, first."
"Yeah," Wyatt nodded, following after his son.
11 Well the boys 'round here; They're keeping it country - Blake Shelton (Boys 'Round Here)
Sadie had ordered both men to sit down and eat some breakfast, while the others continued packing up a portion of the camp. Wyatt began to object, but from the looks Jeb and at least three other men had given him, he decided to follow orders and sat down.
Everyone in the camp was glad to see Jeb taking some time for himself. All he had been doing for the last few months was working. None of them minded having to do a little more work; Jeb had earned the break.
As they ate, a few other men Wyatt recognized from the other camp ambled over, also following orders to sit and eat like respectable people. One of them made a comment about being anything but respectable, and while the others in the group laughed, the speaker was lovingly thwacked with a wooden spoon.
Jeb began introducing the men to his father, and each of them explained where they had lived, prior to the war, and how they made their living. One of the men was telling Wyatt about his brother, who was also a Tin Man, when the youngest children in the camp came running over to the table.
12 Wish I was a June apple; Hanging on a tree - various (June Apple)
"Mommy said we can have apples!" one of the boys announced.
"She did?" Sadie asked. She knew that the children had been helping their families pack, and apples were usually the daily treat, thanks to the orchard not far from the camp. "Wash your hands, first," Sadie ordered, pointing to a water bucket nearby.
While the children crowded around the bucket, Sadie counted out apples into a basket. Once the hands were washed, the children lined up and each took an apple. The two youngest boys picked their apples, said 'Thank you', and then turned and ran back to their mother.
The remaining children found seats nearby, or sat at the table. Kenna picked her apple last, then moved over to where Jeb and Wyatt were sitting. Jeb shifted sideways, making room for her to sit between them, and reached for his knife.
Wyatt watched as Kenna held the apple up and Jeb took it from her, then starting cutting into it. Once the first slice was free, Jeb held it out for Kenna to take and she thanked him. Instead of taking a bite, though, she turned to face their father and held the slice out.
"You want it?" she asked, giving him a smile.
"I would. Thank you," Wyatt nodded and smiled. That made Kenna smile even brighter.
13 Don't try to patch it up; Tear it up, tear it up - South Pacific cast (I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair)
"Your shirt. Cleaned and repaired," the woman announced as she held out a neatly-folded stack of clothes. Wyatt's eyebrow went up as he reached for his clothes and nodded.
"Much obliged, thank you." He nodded to her again and smiled.
"I thought my boys got stains, but you, sir," she smiled, then shook her head. Wyatt smirked as she excused herself and turned away, then called to the two boys who had run off with their apples, earlier.
Wyatt gave another look to the clothes, then turned and headed back toward the tent. Jeb was sitting out front, repairing something Wyatt didn't recognize. "What's the current fee for tailoring and laundry?" he asked, holding the clothes up.
Jeb waved his hand and shook his head. "She wouldn't take payment, anyway. None of us would."
Wyatt nodded. That sounded like the Resistance. "Is, uh," he started, and then glanced around. "Is there some place bigger than a bucket, around here? I could probably use a real bath. Well," he nodded, "as real as one can get in the woods."
Setting down his project, Jeb pointed toward the far side of camp. "There's a lake, about six minutes past the edge of camp, in that direction. You'll see the trail." Giving his father a look, Jeb added: "Just don't let her see where you're going."
14 Try to keep your head above water; Has never been harder - Theory of a Deadman (Head Above Water)
Wyatt raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he asked, sitting down next to his son.
Jeb let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. "A few annuals back, we were camped close to a town. And there was a lake, nearby. One afternoon, Kenna and two other boys from the camp were playing on the shore. Some older kids, from the town, showed up, and started picking on the boys, pushing them around."
Jeb shrugged his shoulders and continued: "Ken decided to fight back, and while one of the boys ran back to the camp, one of the towners pulled her into the lake and held her under."
Shaking his head, Jeb frowned. "A few of us got there, and the other kids from town were scared. Not sure if it was of us or the one in the water. And then Ken's arm came out of the water and..." Jeb shook his head, as if the simple motion would wipe the memories from his mind. "I hit that kid so hard, I broke every bone in his face." Jeb shook his head again and took a deep breath.
"She won't go near water much bigger than a bucket. When she gets a bath, it's in that same washtub that cleaned your clothes," he explained.
15 Go on, take on this whole world; But to me you know you'll always be my little girl - Tim McGraw (My Little Girl)
"Is that part of the nightmares?" Wyatt asked, staring at the ground.
"Every once in a while," Jeb replied. "Especially the ones during a storm." Taking a deep breath, Jeb leaned back and shook his head. "Most of them, though, are Zero." With a nod into the tent, Jeb looked up at his father. "Is that why you were in there?"
Wyatt nodded. "Didn't intend to fall asleep," he replied with a half-smile.
"You could have woken me up," Jeb told him.
Wyatt shook his head and raised a hand. "No, son. You needed to rest. Besides, I sat through plenty of your nightmares, when you were her age." Jeb couldn't argue that, and smiled.
"Thank you," he finally said. "For keeping an eye on her."
Wyatt smiled. "You're my children, Jeb. It's my job."
Jeb leaned sideways and looked around his father. He could see Kenna running toward them, looking upset. "Hey," he said to her.
"Jeb, it is time. You gotta say 'Goodbye.'" She took a deep breath, once the message was delivered. She wasn't happy that they were leaving, but people came and went from the camp all the time.
Jeb nodded and stood up. "All right, I'll go." He stopped next to her and leaned over to kiss the top of her head. Pointing to Wyatt, Jeb narrowed his eyes. "You keep an eye on him, okay? Make sure he stays out of trouble." Kenna nodded and Jeb smiled at the look his father was giving him.
"Oh," Wyatt replied, waving Kenna over to him, "we're going to get into all kinds of trouble. And you're not invited." At the grin he got from Kenna, Wyatt smiled.