New The District Fic: 10-5 Transport
Title: 10-5 Transport
Fandom: The District
Characters: Jack Mannion and Jack Brander(OMC) with a touch of Phil Brander
Prompts:For family_15#5 Uprooted and varietypack100 #95 New Year Word Count: 837
Rating: K+
Summary: “I liked our apartment. I liked my room. I don’t know why we had to move.”
Author's Notes: This is an AU story that is so far off on timeline and storyline that it is only a “The District” fanfic because it is borrowing those characters. In order for this universe to work with another universe that I crossed these characters over into, the show needs to have taken place in the early/mid ‘90’s. Which means for this universe Nancy found out about her Huntington’s disease in 1995 and Ella Farmer died about the same time. Also, Nancy never took the promotion to Detective in this series, but she does work closely with Debreno and Temple as needed.
Jack Brander was bundled up to play in the snow that had fallen between New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day, but he wasn’t playing just staring at the snow covered ground. Jack Mannion had watched the boy sitting on the back steps for almost ten minutes before her decided to go talk to the child. He eased his long frame down next to Jack and mimicked his position by drawing his knees up to his chest and setting his chin on them. Another few minutes passed before Mannion spoke, “You don’t seem like a real happy little boy there, bud. What’s up?”
Jack sighed one of those sighed that only children seem capable of mustering up from their toes and rolled his head to look at his ‘Grappy’, “I liked our apartment. I liked my room. I don’t know why we had to move.”
“Ah,” he uncurled and stretched his long legs to a more comfortable position. “I get it now. You don’t like this house?”
“No. I liked our apartment.”
“Didn’t your apartment only have two bedrooms,” Mannion already knew the answer to that question, but he wanted Jack to figure this out for himself.
“Yeah.”
“So, two bedrooms, four people. Guess you would have had to shared a room with Ella then, huh?”
“No,” Jack shook his head and looked confused, “her crib was in Mama and Papa’s room.”
“Well, sure for right now. As she got bigger though, I’m sure Mama and Papa would have moved her to your room. After all it is would only be fair to have two people in each room. When you had foster kids living with you guys didn’t they share your room?”
“Well, yeah, but they were only ever there for a little while. Ella’s going to be with us forever. I don’t think I’d want her in my room forever. She drools a lot.”
Mannion laughed as he wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulders and pulled him against his side, “She’s teething, Jack, but I promise the drooling won’t last forever.”
“Good. It’s kinda gross,” Jack snuggled into Mannion’s side. “Is this a good house?”
“It’s a great house. Best house on solid ground I’ve ever seen,” Mannion reassured with a squeeze.
Jack sighed again from the depths of his being, “Mama and Papa had a fight about it.”
Mannion laughed and kissed the top of Jack’s head, “I’m sure they did. Look, I’ve known your parents a whole lot longer than you, so I’m sure that wasn’t the first fight you’ve ever heard them have.”
Jack shook his head in the negative, which Mannion took to mean that he had heard his parents fighting before.
“So, you know that they might fight, but they always make up and they always love each other more than anything in the whole wide world. Well, besides you and Ella that is.”
“Yeah, I just wish things didn’t have to change.”
“Hey,” Mannion pulled back to look at the boy, “I hate change as much as anybody, but it can be a good thing. Just think, new sister, new house, new school, new year. It is a brand new fresh start. Jack, this is going to be good. You’re going to make a ton of new friends and now have the place to play with them,” his hand gestured sweepingly to the snow covered backyard. “And do you know what the very best part of this house is?”
Again, Jack shook his head in the negative as he looked up at the older man, “No.”
“That.”
“The tree,” Jack asked following Mannion’s finger to where it was pointing at the large oak tree in the backyard.
“Yup,” Mannion smiled smugly, “that is the perfect tree house fort tree.”
“A tree house fort? Really? That would be so cool. Andy and I used to pretend that our fire escape was a tree house.”
“See, now you can have a real one,” Mannion bumped Jack’s shoulder with his own, “if Mama and Papa say it is okay.”
Jack scampered up from his perch on the steps and starting running into the house, “I’m going to ask now.” Suddenly, the boy stopped and flew back towards Mannion, throwing his arm around his neck, “Thanks, Grappy Jack. This really is a great house.”
It was a couple of moments before Phil Brander moved from the shadow where he’d been watching and listening to his son and his boss talking, “So, do you actually know how to build a treehouse? Cause, I had one as a kid, but my uncle built it.”
“I built one for Beth and Jack Jr. when they were kids. Sherry probably remembers the plans,” he smiled up at his sergeant.
“Good,” Phil returned the smile, “cause as soon as this snow melts, he’s going to want his tree house.”
Mannion pulled himself up with the handrail and made his way to Phil, “Well, I’ll just have to distract him with lots and lots of new toys.”
“You spoil him… and Ella,” Phil groaned.
“Yup,” Mannion wrapped an arm around Phil’s shoulders leading them back into the house, “that’s my job. So, just for future reference, where is the closest Home Depot?”
Fandom: The District
Characters: Jack Mannion and Jack Brander(OMC) with a touch of Phil Brander
Prompts:For family_15#5 Uprooted and varietypack100 #95 New Year Word Count: 837
Rating: K+
Summary: “I liked our apartment. I liked my room. I don’t know why we had to move.”
Author's Notes: This is an AU story that is so far off on timeline and storyline that it is only a “The District” fanfic because it is borrowing those characters. In order for this universe to work with another universe that I crossed these characters over into, the show needs to have taken place in the early/mid ‘90’s. Which means for this universe Nancy found out about her Huntington’s disease in 1995 and Ella Farmer died about the same time. Also, Nancy never took the promotion to Detective in this series, but she does work closely with Debreno and Temple as needed.
Jack Brander was bundled up to play in the snow that had fallen between New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day, but he wasn’t playing just staring at the snow covered ground. Jack Mannion had watched the boy sitting on the back steps for almost ten minutes before her decided to go talk to the child. He eased his long frame down next to Jack and mimicked his position by drawing his knees up to his chest and setting his chin on them. Another few minutes passed before Mannion spoke, “You don’t seem like a real happy little boy there, bud. What’s up?”
Jack sighed one of those sighed that only children seem capable of mustering up from their toes and rolled his head to look at his ‘Grappy’, “I liked our apartment. I liked my room. I don’t know why we had to move.”
“Ah,” he uncurled and stretched his long legs to a more comfortable position. “I get it now. You don’t like this house?”
“No. I liked our apartment.”
“Didn’t your apartment only have two bedrooms,” Mannion already knew the answer to that question, but he wanted Jack to figure this out for himself.
“Yeah.”
“So, two bedrooms, four people. Guess you would have had to shared a room with Ella then, huh?”
“No,” Jack shook his head and looked confused, “her crib was in Mama and Papa’s room.”
“Well, sure for right now. As she got bigger though, I’m sure Mama and Papa would have moved her to your room. After all it is would only be fair to have two people in each room. When you had foster kids living with you guys didn’t they share your room?”
“Well, yeah, but they were only ever there for a little while. Ella’s going to be with us forever. I don’t think I’d want her in my room forever. She drools a lot.”
Mannion laughed as he wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulders and pulled him against his side, “She’s teething, Jack, but I promise the drooling won’t last forever.”
“Good. It’s kinda gross,” Jack snuggled into Mannion’s side. “Is this a good house?”
“It’s a great house. Best house on solid ground I’ve ever seen,” Mannion reassured with a squeeze.
Jack sighed again from the depths of his being, “Mama and Papa had a fight about it.”
Mannion laughed and kissed the top of Jack’s head, “I’m sure they did. Look, I’ve known your parents a whole lot longer than you, so I’m sure that wasn’t the first fight you’ve ever heard them have.”
Jack shook his head in the negative, which Mannion took to mean that he had heard his parents fighting before.
“So, you know that they might fight, but they always make up and they always love each other more than anything in the whole wide world. Well, besides you and Ella that is.”
“Yeah, I just wish things didn’t have to change.”
“Hey,” Mannion pulled back to look at the boy, “I hate change as much as anybody, but it can be a good thing. Just think, new sister, new house, new school, new year. It is a brand new fresh start. Jack, this is going to be good. You’re going to make a ton of new friends and now have the place to play with them,” his hand gestured sweepingly to the snow covered backyard. “And do you know what the very best part of this house is?”
Again, Jack shook his head in the negative as he looked up at the older man, “No.”
“That.”
“The tree,” Jack asked following Mannion’s finger to where it was pointing at the large oak tree in the backyard.
“Yup,” Mannion smiled smugly, “that is the perfect tree house fort tree.”
“A tree house fort? Really? That would be so cool. Andy and I used to pretend that our fire escape was a tree house.”
“See, now you can have a real one,” Mannion bumped Jack’s shoulder with his own, “if Mama and Papa say it is okay.”
Jack scampered up from his perch on the steps and starting running into the house, “I’m going to ask now.” Suddenly, the boy stopped and flew back towards Mannion, throwing his arm around his neck, “Thanks, Grappy Jack. This really is a great house.”
It was a couple of moments before Phil Brander moved from the shadow where he’d been watching and listening to his son and his boss talking, “So, do you actually know how to build a treehouse? Cause, I had one as a kid, but my uncle built it.”
“I built one for Beth and Jack Jr. when they were kids. Sherry probably remembers the plans,” he smiled up at his sergeant.
“Good,” Phil returned the smile, “cause as soon as this snow melts, he’s going to want his tree house.”
Mannion pulled himself up with the handrail and made his way to Phil, “Well, I’ll just have to distract him with lots and lots of new toys.”
“You spoil him… and Ella,” Phil groaned.
“Yup,” Mannion wrapped an arm around Phil’s shoulders leading them back into the house, “that’s my job. So, just for future reference, where is the closest Home Depot?”