New Fic: Brothers
Title: Brothers
Author: Chelsea Frew
Rating: G
Characters: Tim Riggins, Billy Riggins, Bo Miller
Summary: Tim brings home a friend.
Notes: Written for fnl_laundrylist Challenge #3, using prompt #12 (Mostly the 2nd sentence part of that challenge). My thanks to marzilla for the lightning-fast beta.
Brothers
By Chelsea Frew
Billy looked up from the TV as Tim came through the door and threw his gym bag right inside the door. Predictably, Tim made a beeline for the fridge. Unpredictably--as of late--he had company. Company that was short. Short with long, blond hair and a mouth going a mile a minute.
"Who's that on the couch, Tim Riggins? Where are we going? It's cold in here. When are we going to practice? What are you going to teach me today? I already know how to kick."
Billy watched Tim pull open the fridge and take out two cans of soda. He handed one to the motormouth and kept one for himself.
"Take a breath, kid," Tim said to the small person, who Billy couldn't actually see anymore. "Or you'll pass out."
The kid in question giggled. "You can't pass out from talking."
"You can if you don't stop once in a while," Tim countered.
Billy stood up and ambled over to the counter between the living room and the kitchen. "Hey there, Timmy."
"Hey." Tim popped the top on his soda.
"Who's your friend?"
Tim's friend didn't give Tim a chance. "I'm Bo Miller. I just moved in next door. Who are you?"
Billy couldn't help from grinning at Bo's enthusiasm and rapid-fire speech. "I'm Billy, Tim's big brother."
Bo looked up at Tim with wide eyes. "You have a big brother?"
Tim nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Lucky!"
"No brothers or sisters?" Billy asked.
Bo shook his head, frowning a little. No sooner had Billy's mind registered the frown, then it turned into a big smile. Eyes wide, the kid turned to Tim and asked, "Can I share? Maybe Billy can be my big brother, too."
Tim chortled and met Billy's gaze. With a wicked grin, Tim answered, "Sure. If it's okay with Billy, that is."
"Oh, that's just what I need, two pesky little brothers. As if one wasn't enough."
Bo's face fell at Billy's words. Damn, Billy had forgotten how literal little kids could be. "On the other hand," he quickly said, "Tim here can be a pain in the butt sometimes. I could use someone who's not a pain in the butt. Are you a pain in the butt, Bo?"
Bo shook his head violently. "No, sir!"
The glance Tim threw in Billy's direction begged to differ, but Billy grinned nonetheless. "Okay, then, it's official. You're an honorary Riggins."
"Oh boy!" Bo squealed with delight.
"Oh boy," Tim parroted with just the barest hint of sarcasm. He couldn't fool Billy, though. There was a light in his little brother's eyes which hadn't been there in a very long time.
"So, Tim Riggins, are we going to play some ball? I doubled my skill level when you taught me the spiral. Maybe you can teach me to pass the ball thirty yards. A quarterback needs to be able to pass the ball at least thirty yards."
"A quarterback, huh?" Tim asked, hustling Bo out of the kitchen toward the front door. "So you're going to be a quarterback?"
"Maybe. I might be a fullback. You better teach me to throw a pass thirty yards and catch a pass thirty yards. Just in case."
"Sure, kid."
Billy watched them out the window for a few minutes. Tim was more patient than Billy had ever seen him, throwing the ball to Bo over and over. It was a relief to see Tim so relaxed after the events which Billy knew had caused him a lot of pain.
Another little brother? Not a bad thing at all. Not at all.
End (6 March 2007)
Author: Chelsea Frew
Rating: G
Characters: Tim Riggins, Billy Riggins, Bo Miller
Summary: Tim brings home a friend.
Notes: Written for fnl_laundrylist Challenge #3, using prompt #12 (Mostly the 2nd sentence part of that challenge). My thanks to marzilla for the lightning-fast beta.
Brothers
By Chelsea Frew
Billy looked up from the TV as Tim came through the door and threw his gym bag right inside the door. Predictably, Tim made a beeline for the fridge. Unpredictably--as of late--he had company. Company that was short. Short with long, blond hair and a mouth going a mile a minute.
"Who's that on the couch, Tim Riggins? Where are we going? It's cold in here. When are we going to practice? What are you going to teach me today? I already know how to kick."
Billy watched Tim pull open the fridge and take out two cans of soda. He handed one to the motormouth and kept one for himself.
"Take a breath, kid," Tim said to the small person, who Billy couldn't actually see anymore. "Or you'll pass out."
The kid in question giggled. "You can't pass out from talking."
"You can if you don't stop once in a while," Tim countered.
Billy stood up and ambled over to the counter between the living room and the kitchen. "Hey there, Timmy."
"Hey." Tim popped the top on his soda.
"Who's your friend?"
Tim's friend didn't give Tim a chance. "I'm Bo Miller. I just moved in next door. Who are you?"
Billy couldn't help from grinning at Bo's enthusiasm and rapid-fire speech. "I'm Billy, Tim's big brother."
Bo looked up at Tim with wide eyes. "You have a big brother?"
Tim nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Lucky!"
"No brothers or sisters?" Billy asked.
Bo shook his head, frowning a little. No sooner had Billy's mind registered the frown, then it turned into a big smile. Eyes wide, the kid turned to Tim and asked, "Can I share? Maybe Billy can be my big brother, too."
Tim chortled and met Billy's gaze. With a wicked grin, Tim answered, "Sure. If it's okay with Billy, that is."
"Oh, that's just what I need, two pesky little brothers. As if one wasn't enough."
Bo's face fell at Billy's words. Damn, Billy had forgotten how literal little kids could be. "On the other hand," he quickly said, "Tim here can be a pain in the butt sometimes. I could use someone who's not a pain in the butt. Are you a pain in the butt, Bo?"
Bo shook his head violently. "No, sir!"
The glance Tim threw in Billy's direction begged to differ, but Billy grinned nonetheless. "Okay, then, it's official. You're an honorary Riggins."
"Oh boy!" Bo squealed with delight.
"Oh boy," Tim parroted with just the barest hint of sarcasm. He couldn't fool Billy, though. There was a light in his little brother's eyes which hadn't been there in a very long time.
"So, Tim Riggins, are we going to play some ball? I doubled my skill level when you taught me the spiral. Maybe you can teach me to pass the ball thirty yards. A quarterback needs to be able to pass the ball at least thirty yards."
"A quarterback, huh?" Tim asked, hustling Bo out of the kitchen toward the front door. "So you're going to be a quarterback?"
"Maybe. I might be a fullback. You better teach me to throw a pass thirty yards and catch a pass thirty yards. Just in case."
"Sure, kid."
Billy watched them out the window for a few minutes. Tim was more patient than Billy had ever seen him, throwing the ball to Bo over and over. It was a relief to see Tim so relaxed after the events which Billy knew had caused him a lot of pain.
Another little brother? Not a bad thing at all. Not at all.
End (6 March 2007)