Walking Dead Fanfic: "Just In Case"
Fic 01 of 02 for tv_universe Challenge 04 - "vacation".
Title: Just In Case
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Characters: Andrea, Amy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 681
Summary: She rests her hands on her mother's shoulders, squeezes gently. "Don't worry. We'll be fine."
Notes: Pre-Series. I didn't realize these were due so soon so I had to sort of dash them off today.
Just In Case
by Severina
Andrea ducks back when Amy whizzes past her on the way to the car, shakes her head at her sister's exuberance. Though she'd had two months to prepare for their little road trip, it appears that Amy had waited until the last possible minute to gather up what she wanted to bring. Andrea's own enthusiasm falters slightly when she considers that her sister may not have believed the trip was actually going to happen, may have thought that Andrea would bail out like she had on so many holiday dinners and birthday parties. But her practice is running smoothly now, and she can afford to take a few weeks off. She mentally promises to make this a spectacular trip for her little sister. Something wonderful, to make up for all the special occasions she missed in the past.
"Are you sure you've got everything?"
Andrea turns to her mother, the worry wart of the family. "I'm sure, Mom."
"Sunscreen? It gets awfully hot in Georgia."
"And it doesn't in Florida?" Andrea asks.
"It's a different kind of heat," her mother insists.
Andrea stifles a sigh, tries to remember that this is the first time Amy's flown from the nest and that it's only natural for their parents to be worried. "I've got sunscreen, I've got water. I even bought some of those cooling towels and a portable fan. The car's air conditioned and our first hotel is already booked." She rests her hands on her mother's shoulders, squeezes gently. "Don't worry. We'll be fine."
"Why Georgia?"
"Why not?" Andrea says to her dad, spreading her arms. "The scenery's supposed to be beautiful. And if we get bored we can head into Atlanta for some wild and crazy sister fun times."
"Amy is only nineteen," her mother admonishes.
"Non-alcoholic fun times," Andrea amends with a grin.
"You're a smart girl, Andrea. We know that you'll take care of your sister. But there's something I want to give you before you leave-"
"Harold-"
"Hush now, Abby."
Andrea watches the play of emotions on her mother's face for a moment before joining her father at the dining room table. The blue guest towel is folded atop the small overnight bag she'd brought inside the night before. She side-glances her father before folding back the towel carefully, and for a moment can only stare blankly at the object nestled inside. Then she raises her eyes to her father, arches a brow. "A gun?"
"Just in case," Harold says quickly. "Two beautiful young girls out on the road alone. You need to be able to protect yourselves."
Andrea blinks, looks down at the burnished metal. It would be slick in her palm, she knows, cold against her skin. It would weigh her down. "I don't believe in guns," she says slowly. "There are already too many people armed in this country. If you knew the cases I see-"
"I do know," her father says. "That's why I want you to take it."
Andrea shakes her head, but Harold rewraps the gun quickly, presses it and a box of bullets into her hands. "Dad-"
Whatever protest Andrea plans to make is lost in her sister's enthusiastic chatter when she bounds back into the dining room, and one last look at her mother's face tells her that Amy knows nothing about the weapon. In a heartbeat she knows that continuing to protest will mean breaking the private promise of a wonderful trip before it's even begun. So she quickly turns to shove open the zipper on her luggage, tucks the towel and the box underneath yesterday's dirty socks and soiled T-shirt.
Her father presses a quick kiss to her forehead before wrapping one beefy arm around Amy's shoulders and steering her back outside. Andrea hefts the bag before following in her parent's footsteps, determined that it will stay in the overnight case for the entirety of the road trip.
She doesn't have to use it, after all. She doesn't even have to think about it. Why on earth would she ever need a gun?
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Title: Just In Case
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Characters: Andrea, Amy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 681
Summary: She rests her hands on her mother's shoulders, squeezes gently. "Don't worry. We'll be fine."
Notes: Pre-Series. I didn't realize these were due so soon so I had to sort of dash them off today.
Just In Case
by Severina
Andrea ducks back when Amy whizzes past her on the way to the car, shakes her head at her sister's exuberance. Though she'd had two months to prepare for their little road trip, it appears that Amy had waited until the last possible minute to gather up what she wanted to bring. Andrea's own enthusiasm falters slightly when she considers that her sister may not have believed the trip was actually going to happen, may have thought that Andrea would bail out like she had on so many holiday dinners and birthday parties. But her practice is running smoothly now, and she can afford to take a few weeks off. She mentally promises to make this a spectacular trip for her little sister. Something wonderful, to make up for all the special occasions she missed in the past.
"Are you sure you've got everything?"
Andrea turns to her mother, the worry wart of the family. "I'm sure, Mom."
"Sunscreen? It gets awfully hot in Georgia."
"And it doesn't in Florida?" Andrea asks.
"It's a different kind of heat," her mother insists.
Andrea stifles a sigh, tries to remember that this is the first time Amy's flown from the nest and that it's only natural for their parents to be worried. "I've got sunscreen, I've got water. I even bought some of those cooling towels and a portable fan. The car's air conditioned and our first hotel is already booked." She rests her hands on her mother's shoulders, squeezes gently. "Don't worry. We'll be fine."
"Why Georgia?"
"Why not?" Andrea says to her dad, spreading her arms. "The scenery's supposed to be beautiful. And if we get bored we can head into Atlanta for some wild and crazy sister fun times."
"Amy is only nineteen," her mother admonishes.
"Non-alcoholic fun times," Andrea amends with a grin.
"You're a smart girl, Andrea. We know that you'll take care of your sister. But there's something I want to give you before you leave-"
"Harold-"
"Hush now, Abby."
Andrea watches the play of emotions on her mother's face for a moment before joining her father at the dining room table. The blue guest towel is folded atop the small overnight bag she'd brought inside the night before. She side-glances her father before folding back the towel carefully, and for a moment can only stare blankly at the object nestled inside. Then she raises her eyes to her father, arches a brow. "A gun?"
"Just in case," Harold says quickly. "Two beautiful young girls out on the road alone. You need to be able to protect yourselves."
Andrea blinks, looks down at the burnished metal. It would be slick in her palm, she knows, cold against her skin. It would weigh her down. "I don't believe in guns," she says slowly. "There are already too many people armed in this country. If you knew the cases I see-"
"I do know," her father says. "That's why I want you to take it."
Andrea shakes her head, but Harold rewraps the gun quickly, presses it and a box of bullets into her hands. "Dad-"
Whatever protest Andrea plans to make is lost in her sister's enthusiastic chatter when she bounds back into the dining room, and one last look at her mother's face tells her that Amy knows nothing about the weapon. In a heartbeat she knows that continuing to protest will mean breaking the private promise of a wonderful trip before it's even begun. So she quickly turns to shove open the zipper on her luggage, tucks the towel and the box underneath yesterday's dirty socks and soiled T-shirt.
Her father presses a quick kiss to her forehead before wrapping one beefy arm around Amy's shoulders and steering her back outside. Andrea hefts the bag before following in her parent's footsteps, determined that it will stay in the overnight case for the entirety of the road trip.
She doesn't have to use it, after all. She doesn't even have to think about it. Why on earth would she ever need a gun?
.