Glee | Brothers at Arms: 4. Brother vs. Brother | Kurt & Co, Matt (4 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: 4. BROTHER VS BROTHER"
Kurt & Co, Matt
- Updated character listings will be available on gleekathon twitter -
No one moved, all eyes on Micki Stone. It was a good bet to say that they weren’t moving because they didn’t know yet how to interpret this most recent turn of events. Of all the people they could have imagined would walk through that door, she was far from it. As everyone remained so locked into their spots, she made the first move, approaching her two sons, who stood just inches away from one another, bracing to start throwing punches. Micki reached to touch Ricky’s cheek with one hand, and Johnny’s with the other.
“Why are my boys fighting?” she asked, looking to both of them. “Speak,” she insisted. Ricky bowed his head, breaking off from her touch, taking a step back and then turning again.
“Sally’s dead…” his voice was low but audible.
“Sally?” she asked at first, as though she didn’t know who that was, but then she nodded. “Oh, yes, I… Wait, dead? What happened, when?” she asked, putting her hands on her eldest son’s shoulders now.
“Don’t know…” Ricky looked to be fighting a losing battle against tears, but he was hanging on with all he had. “It was just before you arrived.” His eyes turned back to Johnny. “Is this why you invited us here then? So you could have a clear shot?” he seethed.
“I never touched her,” Johnny held his hands in the air.
“What, too busy touching Jules instead of your wife?” Ricky threw back, like a three-way slap that hit Johnny, Mae, and Jules.
“Johnny?” Mae asked, from a few feet away, arms crossed before herself. He didn’t speak.
“Like you didn’t know,” Jules mumbled, but again the room was so quiet that voices carried just fine.
“You don’t get to say a word… Actually, I think you need to go,” Mae made her stand, and now Jules faced her.
“I’m not going anywhere. Clearly Johnny likes having me around,” she smiled, just for an instant before it was changed to horror as Mae launched at her, just barely held back by Sophia and Tom.
“You get her out of here before there’s another dead body in here!” Mae shouted.
“Why don’t we get you a drink?” Tom struggled to keep her from leaping out at Jules, but at the suggestion all the fight went out of her, like it was the only way for her to get some form of relief for the feeling in her, if they weren’t going to let her tear apart the one who’d stolen her husband away. By the way Jules inched closer to Mac Reynolds and to Johnny though, the feeling remained that Mae might try at it again later on. For the moment, she moved to the side, hitting the ‘bar’ which had been set up - if only for show; it would be all up to them to portray just how intoxicated they were getting.
For the others though, the tension remained very much alive, and though no one had tried in any way to address the situation outside of Ricky, someone had to. “Ricky,” Wyatt went up his boss, showing himself completely as someone who knew what they were doing, not just throwing suggestions at will. “I understand how you feel, believe me. But I think, as hard as it is to consider any other option, that we should look at the possibility that someone other than Johnny did this. I know deep down you can feel it, too,” he went on, all the while seeing the way Ricky still stared down his brother.
“He’s right…” The sound of Sophia’s voice agreeing, from the other side of the room and the face-off, turned a good number of heads in the process. “We have to know that Johnny would be blamed for this, and that’s just what someone might use.” They could only agree, something that both Sophia and Wyatt had thought about the moment she spoke. If they weren’t careful, one might have clued in to the fact that Sophia Willis would always, always agree with Wyatt Ames on a matter like this, because of a trust they wouldn’t let on about to their respective bosses, hardly the only thing they were keeping hidden.
“Suppose I’ll believe it wasn’t Johnny,” Ricky spoke. “Then which one of you did this,” he now turned his attention to the rest of his brother’s crew.
“We have nothing to do with this,” Tom spoke up. “And if you’re going to point fingers, about pointing them to the one whose job it was to keep their eyes on our victim here?” he looked to Wyatt.
“I would never hurt her,” Wyatt stood up straight at the accusation.
“Then where were you?” Mac asked. There was a second of silence.
“He was with me,” Sophia once again tore through the silence. Wyatt didn’t move, looking back at her; he would have kept the secret hidden for her sake more than his own, but even then he couldn’t hide the pride that she’d gone ahead and done what he’d been unable to do himself, that she had put herself out there rather than let false accusations fall on him. She had said just four words, never had to explain further than those… they knew what she meant, whether they liked it or not.
Johnny approached Sophia, stared her down; ‘fraternizing’ was nothing he could deal with, especially where his brother’s associates were involved. “We need to talk,” he bowed his head, then looked to the rest of his group… his wife, making the bar slowly disappear… his mistress, cowering never more than one or two feet away from him… his right hand man and one of his guards, giving the dirty eye to their brother on the other side… his other guard, sneaking off with the enemy… “Right now,” he moved to the door, fully expecting them to trail behind… they did.
Before they got to the door though, Ricky moved for the lights, flashing them once - a pause in the game. “This juice tastes like crap,” Tina proclaimed, the tipsy stance disappearing, replaced by a frown, tongue sticking out.
“Then why do you keep drinking it?” Mercedes asked.
“It’s for the part,” she shrugged.
There were a few dashes to the bathroom, as there usually were, midway through a game, leaving clusters of people behind. Santana had pointed out to Brittany that she still had a couple droplets of the fake blood that had stayed behind. Mike and Quinn laughed about their bit of tragic Romeo and Juliet-like love story. Matt just watched them.
He known he was leaving, sure, but it wasn’t until this night, this moment, when it really began to weigh on him, the knowledge he wasn’t going to see these people every day anymore. They’d try to stay in touch, yes, but eventually they might just forget about him, move on… So would he, of course… All he could hope for though would be that none of them forgot about moments like these, all of them… their Glee family. They had meant so much to him… They needed to know that, really did, before he left.
“By the way, I know we didn’t get to it right here, but we will have dessert later,” Kurt’s voice at his side brought him back to reality.
“Good, that’s good,” he nodded. “How am I doing? With the game…”
“Doing just fine, keep it up,” Kurt promised.
So when everyone had returned, Matt directed for all of them to split off into their assigned rooms, except for Brittany, as Micki wouldn’t be included. So she stayed behind, in the Glee/common room, though she knew exactly what it was she had to do, from her second envelope’s instructions. And the others went to their rooms where, from the hall, Matt ended the pause and the game resumed.
TO BE CONTINUED (SATURDAY)
* 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] [622] [623]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Brothers at Arms: 4. Brother vs Brother"
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: 4. BROTHER VS BROTHER"
Kurt & Co, Matt
- Updated character listings will be available on gleekathon twitter -
No one moved, all eyes on Micki Stone. It was a good bet to say that they weren’t moving because they didn’t know yet how to interpret this most recent turn of events. Of all the people they could have imagined would walk through that door, she was far from it. As everyone remained so locked into their spots, she made the first move, approaching her two sons, who stood just inches away from one another, bracing to start throwing punches. Micki reached to touch Ricky’s cheek with one hand, and Johnny’s with the other.
“Why are my boys fighting?” she asked, looking to both of them. “Speak,” she insisted. Ricky bowed his head, breaking off from her touch, taking a step back and then turning again.
“Sally’s dead…” his voice was low but audible.
“Sally?” she asked at first, as though she didn’t know who that was, but then she nodded. “Oh, yes, I… Wait, dead? What happened, when?” she asked, putting her hands on her eldest son’s shoulders now.
“Don’t know…” Ricky looked to be fighting a losing battle against tears, but he was hanging on with all he had. “It was just before you arrived.” His eyes turned back to Johnny. “Is this why you invited us here then? So you could have a clear shot?” he seethed.
“I never touched her,” Johnny held his hands in the air.
“What, too busy touching Jules instead of your wife?” Ricky threw back, like a three-way slap that hit Johnny, Mae, and Jules.
“Johnny?” Mae asked, from a few feet away, arms crossed before herself. He didn’t speak.
“Like you didn’t know,” Jules mumbled, but again the room was so quiet that voices carried just fine.
“You don’t get to say a word… Actually, I think you need to go,” Mae made her stand, and now Jules faced her.
“I’m not going anywhere. Clearly Johnny likes having me around,” she smiled, just for an instant before it was changed to horror as Mae launched at her, just barely held back by Sophia and Tom.
“You get her out of here before there’s another dead body in here!” Mae shouted.
“Why don’t we get you a drink?” Tom struggled to keep her from leaping out at Jules, but at the suggestion all the fight went out of her, like it was the only way for her to get some form of relief for the feeling in her, if they weren’t going to let her tear apart the one who’d stolen her husband away. By the way Jules inched closer to Mac Reynolds and to Johnny though, the feeling remained that Mae might try at it again later on. For the moment, she moved to the side, hitting the ‘bar’ which had been set up - if only for show; it would be all up to them to portray just how intoxicated they were getting.
For the others though, the tension remained very much alive, and though no one had tried in any way to address the situation outside of Ricky, someone had to. “Ricky,” Wyatt went up his boss, showing himself completely as someone who knew what they were doing, not just throwing suggestions at will. “I understand how you feel, believe me. But I think, as hard as it is to consider any other option, that we should look at the possibility that someone other than Johnny did this. I know deep down you can feel it, too,” he went on, all the while seeing the way Ricky still stared down his brother.
“He’s right…” The sound of Sophia’s voice agreeing, from the other side of the room and the face-off, turned a good number of heads in the process. “We have to know that Johnny would be blamed for this, and that’s just what someone might use.” They could only agree, something that both Sophia and Wyatt had thought about the moment she spoke. If they weren’t careful, one might have clued in to the fact that Sophia Willis would always, always agree with Wyatt Ames on a matter like this, because of a trust they wouldn’t let on about to their respective bosses, hardly the only thing they were keeping hidden.
“Suppose I’ll believe it wasn’t Johnny,” Ricky spoke. “Then which one of you did this,” he now turned his attention to the rest of his brother’s crew.
“We have nothing to do with this,” Tom spoke up. “And if you’re going to point fingers, about pointing them to the one whose job it was to keep their eyes on our victim here?” he looked to Wyatt.
“I would never hurt her,” Wyatt stood up straight at the accusation.
“Then where were you?” Mac asked. There was a second of silence.
“He was with me,” Sophia once again tore through the silence. Wyatt didn’t move, looking back at her; he would have kept the secret hidden for her sake more than his own, but even then he couldn’t hide the pride that she’d gone ahead and done what he’d been unable to do himself, that she had put herself out there rather than let false accusations fall on him. She had said just four words, never had to explain further than those… they knew what she meant, whether they liked it or not.
Johnny approached Sophia, stared her down; ‘fraternizing’ was nothing he could deal with, especially where his brother’s associates were involved. “We need to talk,” he bowed his head, then looked to the rest of his group… his wife, making the bar slowly disappear… his mistress, cowering never more than one or two feet away from him… his right hand man and one of his guards, giving the dirty eye to their brother on the other side… his other guard, sneaking off with the enemy… “Right now,” he moved to the door, fully expecting them to trail behind… they did.
Before they got to the door though, Ricky moved for the lights, flashing them once - a pause in the game. “This juice tastes like crap,” Tina proclaimed, the tipsy stance disappearing, replaced by a frown, tongue sticking out.
“Then why do you keep drinking it?” Mercedes asked.
“It’s for the part,” she shrugged.
There were a few dashes to the bathroom, as there usually were, midway through a game, leaving clusters of people behind. Santana had pointed out to Brittany that she still had a couple droplets of the fake blood that had stayed behind. Mike and Quinn laughed about their bit of tragic Romeo and Juliet-like love story. Matt just watched them.
He known he was leaving, sure, but it wasn’t until this night, this moment, when it really began to weigh on him, the knowledge he wasn’t going to see these people every day anymore. They’d try to stay in touch, yes, but eventually they might just forget about him, move on… So would he, of course… All he could hope for though would be that none of them forgot about moments like these, all of them… their Glee family. They had meant so much to him… They needed to know that, really did, before he left.
“By the way, I know we didn’t get to it right here, but we will have dessert later,” Kurt’s voice at his side brought him back to reality.
“Good, that’s good,” he nodded. “How am I doing? With the game…”
“Doing just fine, keep it up,” Kurt promised.
So when everyone had returned, Matt directed for all of them to split off into their assigned rooms, except for Brittany, as Micki wouldn’t be included. So she stayed behind, in the Glee/common room, though she knew exactly what it was she had to do, from her second envelope’s instructions. And the others went to their rooms where, from the hall, Matt ended the pause and the game resumed.
TO BE CONTINUED (SATURDAY)
* 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] [622] [623]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Brothers at Arms: 4. Brother vs Brother"
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