Glee | Brothers at Arms: 3. The Brothers Stone | Kurt & Co, Matt (3 of 7)
Started my daily ficlets to make the hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a 2nd cycle and then a 3rd, all through to a 29th. Now cycle 30!
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"BROTHERS AT ARMS: 3. THE BROTHERS STONE"
Kurt & Co, Matt
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Johnny Stone settled in at one end of the table, claiming his space and beckoning his wife Mae to sit at his side. She took the spot, letting her husband take her hand as she took to her chair. On Johnny’s other side, his trusted friend and associate, Tom Reynolds. At his side, as always, his brother, Mac, across from his partner, Sophia, who sat next to Jules Watts, kept furthest from Johnny, for none of the reasons a lot of them would assume.
“Looks like my brother is late,” Johnny addressed his gathered people, and they all looked back at him, save for Mac and Sophia, always on guard, always suspicious, and they were correct to do so. As Mac looked over his shoulder, and Sophia turned her eyes up, in walked Ricky Stone and his crew. They had them all kept in sight, just as Wyatt and Bill did on their side.
Ricky was known for two things, above all else. He believed in honouring those who earned his respect, and he had no problem showing his lack of respect for those who had either lost it or never had it to begin with… and when he walked into a room, voices hushed, eyes turned.
“Hello, John,” he addressed his younger brother.
“Richard,” Johnny replied, as though he’d been about to say something like ‘fancy meeting you here.’ “Thank you for joining us. Please, everyone, have a seat,” he indicated the table. Wyatt escorted Sally, Ricky’s girlfriend, to her seat, taking his place at Jules’ side, though his eyes had skipped a seat over to Sophia for an instant. Gwen Cobb took her place, at the seat opposite her financial counterpart and next to her, much like Johnny’s security, Bill sat across from Wyatt, creating a divide between the trio at the head of the table and everyone else. Across from Sally, Belle Moore was at her boss’ side, and at the head, staring straight at his brother, there was Ricky.
Kurt had to call for a pause in the game then, when he realized he’d overlooked one crucial part of this night… No one had been tasked with serving dinner, which currently sat in the home economics kitchen. “Just… talk amongst yourselves,” he instructed the others, signalling for Tina, Quinn, and Rachel to come help him with the plates. “Actually, maybe stay quiet,” he considered, not wanting them to carry the game on without them, or to sink into more ‘Matt is leaving’ sad talk. After making sure they could carry three plates each so they could serve everyone in one trip, they got to take their seats again, and this lapse in judgment was forgotten: they were in the Stone Brothers’ world again.
“I was really… touched… by the invitation, really,” Ricky spoke up first. “Especially since the last time you didn’t send Chuckles over there to do your business,” he indicated Tom, “It was… right here, after Dad’s funeral. And we know how that ended.”
“Yes… You stole one of my men,” Johnny tilted his head toward Bill, showing that, not unlike his brother Ricky, he didn’t take too kindly to betrayals. Bill Reynolds didn’t shy away from this though; he stared back at his former boss, no regret, and ignored the glares he got from his own brothers.
“Bill knew what he was doing. I didn’t have to steal him,” Ricky replied, shrugging.
“Alright, boys, enough,” Mae Stone put a hand on her husband’s arm, one of few people who wouldn’t lose their own arm for doing this. “Let’s just eat before it gets cold.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Johnny looked back at her. “But even our own mother didn’t decide to show up for this,” he pointed out, and there was a chill running along the table, going back all the way to Ricky. Bringing their mother into the argument wasn’t going to help any.
“Probably didn’t want to see the shame her younger son brings to this family, day after day,” Ricky shot back, and the whole table following this like a tennis match.
“Talk about bringing shame? What about her?” Johnny indicated the girl at Ricky’s side.
“Leave Sally out of this,” he took her hand as she bowed her head. “We’re getting married.”
“Not in this house,” Johnny reacted.
“In any house I’d like. Or do you want me to start pointing fingers? You know where it’ll go.” Jules momentarily lost grip on her fork, picked it back up.
“Please, let’s just eat,” Belle cut in, looking to her boss, and Sally took that cue, backing her up by putting her hand over Ricky’s. He nodded to himself.
“Right, yes, let’s eat,” he held his glass up to everyone, who cautiously turned to Johnny, hoping he would toast back, as the alternative was potential for nothing but violence. Thankfully, he slowly raised his glass, keeping his brother’s gaze.
One of them, before becoming someone other than themselves, had found tin box in their locker, two days prior. Inside, they had found a small but powerful prop, along with explicit and specific instructions on how to use that prop, and when to use it.
Dinner ended without incident, though extremely quietly, and while many of them waited for dessert to be brought in, once the dinner plates were taken away, they had quickly scattered, the two groups pooling in the same areas, though not everyone was within sight of everyone. Only Tom Reynolds ‘knew’ that if there was dessert to be had on that night, it was for New Directions, later, not for the brothers Stone or their crews.
The brothers had returned to the common room, most of them had, but much like before, the others were quiet, observing, bracing, making it like there could have been no one else in the room but Ricky and Johnny, and everything would have been the same. Something was going to have to break the tension, but instead, the tension exploded like it had been wrapped around explosives. It began with a cough, deep in the hall.
Ricky had just turned toward his brother, prepared to say something, good or bad, when she appeared at the door, and instead his voice was aimed to her. “Sally?” he moved to her, just in time to catch her when her footing ceded. The security on both sides became on edge, and the others either followed this sentiment or melted in panic, all except Ricky, who supported her, and Mae Stone, who stepped up to help.
“It’s alright, it’s alright, let’s get you to a chair,” she nodded to Sally, trying to be reassuring, but even she could see the wild, lost eyes… this was a losing battle. Sally tried to regain her feet - or what could also be seen as aiming - and within seconds something spewed from her mouth and splashed on the ground, red and blood like. The gasps swallowed the sound of her slipping out of Ricky and Mae’s grasp and crashing to the ground.
“Sally!” Ricky got down on his knees, picking the limp body in his arms, giving the slightest of shakes in hopes to raise her, but there was no use. “Wake up,” he begged. “Come on…” Belle came to kneel by him, put her hand on his shoulder, but he shook it off, still looking into the half-opened eyes, the face splashed with droplets of the ‘blood’ which he cradled in the palm of his hand… The room was so silent that they could hear him still whisper to her, whisper his last words to the woman he loved, already departed.
“Ricky…” Belle tried again, and after a moment, he looked up. Everyone was staring at him, at them… Ricky’s eyes sought out his stone-faced brother.
“Nobody leaves this room,” he spoke with authority. “Not one.” He wasn’t looking at them, but it was clear his words were directed to Wyatt and Bill, who stood to attention, facing the others. Ricky picked up the body and carried her off into the hall and then the room with his name outside, where she promptly ‘came back to life.’ Matt put Brittany back on her feet, and she stretched.
“How did I do?” she asked, excited. He looked to his hand, to the substance which had transferred to his skin from touching her face.
“What is this?”
“I didn’t think they’d work. Kurt left them in my locker a couple days ago,” she reached in her pocket and pulled out the tin box, showing the small capsules.
“Fake blood,” he smirked. “That’s awesome.”
“You should go back there, it’s your game,” she smiled. “I have to change.”
“Okay,” he nodded, moving back into the hall.
He took a moment, letting himself sail back from ‘Matt’ to ‘Ricky’ again. He stepped into the room where his absence had apparently seen no more than the odd hushed whisper between some of them. Ricky was approached by Belle and Gwen; Mae had returned to her husband’s side, whether she wanted to or not. The grieving man would not rest on this grief for too long, his anger boiling over.
“Of all the rotten things you’ve done,” he seethed, staring at his brother. “This is the lowest.” Johnny stood tall.
“Hate to disappoint, big brother, I know how much you love to blame me for all your problems. But I had nothing to do with what happened to your girlfriend.”
“She was going to be my wife!” he shouted, catching everyone off guard. “She was going to be my family, because you sure as hell wouldn’t be!” Johnny started shouting back, but then so did Ricky, so much so that no one could make the words out.
“Boys!” a voice cut through, and everything stopped. They found the woman at the door, blonde and sleek. No one seemed to know how to react to her - one might say they had no idea who she was (supposed to be) - and they waited. No one knew this was Michaela Stone, Micki to most, and to Ricky and Johnny… “Behave for Mother.”
TO BE CONTINUED (THURSDAY)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26] [Cycle 27] [Cycle 28] [Cycle 29]
[Cycle 30]
[610] [611] [612] [613] [614]
[615] [616] [617] [618] [619]
[620] [621]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Brothers at Arms: 3. The Brothers Stone"
Pairing: None; Kurt & Co, Matt
Rating: G
Summary: Matt is moving away, and Kurt sees no better send off than one last Murder Mystery, all 12 of them.
Spoilers: Season 1...
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"BROTHERS AT ARMS: 3. THE BROTHERS STONE"
Kurt & Co, Matt
- For character listing, check out gleekathon on twitter! -
Johnny Stone settled in at one end of the table, claiming his space and beckoning his wife Mae to sit at his side. She took the spot, letting her husband take her hand as she took to her chair. On Johnny’s other side, his trusted friend and associate, Tom Reynolds. At his side, as always, his brother, Mac, across from his partner, Sophia, who sat next to Jules Watts, kept furthest from Johnny, for none of the reasons a lot of them would assume.
“Looks like my brother is late,” Johnny addressed his gathered people, and they all looked back at him, save for Mac and Sophia, always on guard, always suspicious, and they were correct to do so. As Mac looked over his shoulder, and Sophia turned her eyes up, in walked Ricky Stone and his crew. They had them all kept in sight, just as Wyatt and Bill did on their side.
Ricky was known for two things, above all else. He believed in honouring those who earned his respect, and he had no problem showing his lack of respect for those who had either lost it or never had it to begin with… and when he walked into a room, voices hushed, eyes turned.
“Hello, John,” he addressed his younger brother.
“Richard,” Johnny replied, as though he’d been about to say something like ‘fancy meeting you here.’ “Thank you for joining us. Please, everyone, have a seat,” he indicated the table. Wyatt escorted Sally, Ricky’s girlfriend, to her seat, taking his place at Jules’ side, though his eyes had skipped a seat over to Sophia for an instant. Gwen Cobb took her place, at the seat opposite her financial counterpart and next to her, much like Johnny’s security, Bill sat across from Wyatt, creating a divide between the trio at the head of the table and everyone else. Across from Sally, Belle Moore was at her boss’ side, and at the head, staring straight at his brother, there was Ricky.
Kurt had to call for a pause in the game then, when he realized he’d overlooked one crucial part of this night… No one had been tasked with serving dinner, which currently sat in the home economics kitchen. “Just… talk amongst yourselves,” he instructed the others, signalling for Tina, Quinn, and Rachel to come help him with the plates. “Actually, maybe stay quiet,” he considered, not wanting them to carry the game on without them, or to sink into more ‘Matt is leaving’ sad talk. After making sure they could carry three plates each so they could serve everyone in one trip, they got to take their seats again, and this lapse in judgment was forgotten: they were in the Stone Brothers’ world again.
“I was really… touched… by the invitation, really,” Ricky spoke up first. “Especially since the last time you didn’t send Chuckles over there to do your business,” he indicated Tom, “It was… right here, after Dad’s funeral. And we know how that ended.”
“Yes… You stole one of my men,” Johnny tilted his head toward Bill, showing that, not unlike his brother Ricky, he didn’t take too kindly to betrayals. Bill Reynolds didn’t shy away from this though; he stared back at his former boss, no regret, and ignored the glares he got from his own brothers.
“Bill knew what he was doing. I didn’t have to steal him,” Ricky replied, shrugging.
“Alright, boys, enough,” Mae Stone put a hand on her husband’s arm, one of few people who wouldn’t lose their own arm for doing this. “Let’s just eat before it gets cold.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Johnny looked back at her. “But even our own mother didn’t decide to show up for this,” he pointed out, and there was a chill running along the table, going back all the way to Ricky. Bringing their mother into the argument wasn’t going to help any.
“Probably didn’t want to see the shame her younger son brings to this family, day after day,” Ricky shot back, and the whole table following this like a tennis match.
“Talk about bringing shame? What about her?” Johnny indicated the girl at Ricky’s side.
“Leave Sally out of this,” he took her hand as she bowed her head. “We’re getting married.”
“Not in this house,” Johnny reacted.
“In any house I’d like. Or do you want me to start pointing fingers? You know where it’ll go.” Jules momentarily lost grip on her fork, picked it back up.
“Please, let’s just eat,” Belle cut in, looking to her boss, and Sally took that cue, backing her up by putting her hand over Ricky’s. He nodded to himself.
“Right, yes, let’s eat,” he held his glass up to everyone, who cautiously turned to Johnny, hoping he would toast back, as the alternative was potential for nothing but violence. Thankfully, he slowly raised his glass, keeping his brother’s gaze.
One of them, before becoming someone other than themselves, had found tin box in their locker, two days prior. Inside, they had found a small but powerful prop, along with explicit and specific instructions on how to use that prop, and when to use it.
Dinner ended without incident, though extremely quietly, and while many of them waited for dessert to be brought in, once the dinner plates were taken away, they had quickly scattered, the two groups pooling in the same areas, though not everyone was within sight of everyone. Only Tom Reynolds ‘knew’ that if there was dessert to be had on that night, it was for New Directions, later, not for the brothers Stone or their crews.
The brothers had returned to the common room, most of them had, but much like before, the others were quiet, observing, bracing, making it like there could have been no one else in the room but Ricky and Johnny, and everything would have been the same. Something was going to have to break the tension, but instead, the tension exploded like it had been wrapped around explosives. It began with a cough, deep in the hall.
Ricky had just turned toward his brother, prepared to say something, good or bad, when she appeared at the door, and instead his voice was aimed to her. “Sally?” he moved to her, just in time to catch her when her footing ceded. The security on both sides became on edge, and the others either followed this sentiment or melted in panic, all except Ricky, who supported her, and Mae Stone, who stepped up to help.
“It’s alright, it’s alright, let’s get you to a chair,” she nodded to Sally, trying to be reassuring, but even she could see the wild, lost eyes… this was a losing battle. Sally tried to regain her feet - or what could also be seen as aiming - and within seconds something spewed from her mouth and splashed on the ground, red and blood like. The gasps swallowed the sound of her slipping out of Ricky and Mae’s grasp and crashing to the ground.
“Sally!” Ricky got down on his knees, picking the limp body in his arms, giving the slightest of shakes in hopes to raise her, but there was no use. “Wake up,” he begged. “Come on…” Belle came to kneel by him, put her hand on his shoulder, but he shook it off, still looking into the half-opened eyes, the face splashed with droplets of the ‘blood’ which he cradled in the palm of his hand… The room was so silent that they could hear him still whisper to her, whisper his last words to the woman he loved, already departed.
“Ricky…” Belle tried again, and after a moment, he looked up. Everyone was staring at him, at them… Ricky’s eyes sought out his stone-faced brother.
“Nobody leaves this room,” he spoke with authority. “Not one.” He wasn’t looking at them, but it was clear his words were directed to Wyatt and Bill, who stood to attention, facing the others. Ricky picked up the body and carried her off into the hall and then the room with his name outside, where she promptly ‘came back to life.’ Matt put Brittany back on her feet, and she stretched.
“How did I do?” she asked, excited. He looked to his hand, to the substance which had transferred to his skin from touching her face.
“What is this?”
“I didn’t think they’d work. Kurt left them in my locker a couple days ago,” she reached in her pocket and pulled out the tin box, showing the small capsules.
“Fake blood,” he smirked. “That’s awesome.”
“You should go back there, it’s your game,” she smiled. “I have to change.”
“Okay,” he nodded, moving back into the hall.
He took a moment, letting himself sail back from ‘Matt’ to ‘Ricky’ again. He stepped into the room where his absence had apparently seen no more than the odd hushed whisper between some of them. Ricky was approached by Belle and Gwen; Mae had returned to her husband’s side, whether she wanted to or not. The grieving man would not rest on this grief for too long, his anger boiling over.
“Of all the rotten things you’ve done,” he seethed, staring at his brother. “This is the lowest.” Johnny stood tall.
“Hate to disappoint, big brother, I know how much you love to blame me for all your problems. But I had nothing to do with what happened to your girlfriend.”
“She was going to be my wife!” he shouted, catching everyone off guard. “She was going to be my family, because you sure as hell wouldn’t be!” Johnny started shouting back, but then so did Ricky, so much so that no one could make the words out.
“Boys!” a voice cut through, and everything stopped. They found the woman at the door, blonde and sleek. No one seemed to know how to react to her - one might say they had no idea who she was (supposed to be) - and they waited. No one knew this was Michaela Stone, Micki to most, and to Ricky and Johnny… “Behave for Mother.”
TO BE CONTINUED (THURSDAY)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26] [Cycle 27] [Cycle 28] [Cycle 29]
[Cycle 30]
[610] [611] [612] [613] [614]
[615] [616] [617] [618] [619]
[620] [621]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Brothers at Arms: 3. The Brothers Stone"
Pairing: None; Kurt & Co, Matt
Rating: G
Summary: Matt is moving away, and Kurt sees no better send off than one last Murder Mystery, all 12 of them.
Spoilers: Season 1...