Once A Brother: Chapter 4
Title: Once A Brother
Author: Solarbaby
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 321
General Summary: Sometimes being a brother is better than being a superhero.
Drabble Summary: Casey gets informed of something and we see a familiar face.
Spoilers: Pre-series.
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School Days
Casey was looking at him like he’d grown two heads.
“Huh?”
The look that was sent RJ’s way was nothing short of incredulous. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?”
“But why?”
RJ barely held back a snicker as he realized that Casey was, in fact, pouting.
“It’s just school, Case.” RJ replied as he glanced once again at the paperwork sitting on the island.
“But it’s… I’ve… Public school?”
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Casey had only had his schedule for ten minutes before he was left completely alone. He mentally cursed the teacher who’d left him.
Blinking at the sea of people trudging through the hall, the noise level seemed to rise even higher, making it surprising that anyone could be heard. “Ugh.” Glancing back down at the paper, he reread the room number.
G107.
Which sucked because none of the rooms were numbered, much less lettered. He took one last look at the paper before deciding something.
Casey was completely and hopelessly lost.
“Do you need any help?”
His eyes Jerked up and he saw his savior standing there. It was a brunette about his age. Her arms were loaded down with books and he realized she was giving him a weird look. Oh, he hadn’t answered her. “Hmm? Yeah, help.” Casey showed her the paper. “I have no clue where I’m supposed to be.”
She shifted the books slightly to take a better look, squinting. The books tilted precariously and he was momentarily afraid that they would crash down. The girl stood back up before that could happen. “Oh, um… right down there.” She pointed toward a door he’d already passed six times.
It was identical to the rest of them.
Casey sent her a look of relief, hoping she wasn’t lying. “Thanks. I’m Casey Hunter.” He held out his hand.
She reached forward and shook it, once again shifting the books. “Fran. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
Author: Solarbaby
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 321
General Summary: Sometimes being a brother is better than being a superhero.
Drabble Summary: Casey gets informed of something and we see a familiar face.
Spoilers: Pre-series.
oOoOoOoOoOoOo
School Days
Casey was looking at him like he’d grown two heads.
“Huh?”
The look that was sent RJ’s way was nothing short of incredulous. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?”
“But why?”
RJ barely held back a snicker as he realized that Casey was, in fact, pouting.
“It’s just school, Case.” RJ replied as he glanced once again at the paperwork sitting on the island.
“But it’s… I’ve… Public school?”
oOoOoOoOo
Casey had only had his schedule for ten minutes before he was left completely alone. He mentally cursed the teacher who’d left him.
Blinking at the sea of people trudging through the hall, the noise level seemed to rise even higher, making it surprising that anyone could be heard. “Ugh.” Glancing back down at the paper, he reread the room number.
G107.
Which sucked because none of the rooms were numbered, much less lettered. He took one last look at the paper before deciding something.
Casey was completely and hopelessly lost.
“Do you need any help?”
His eyes Jerked up and he saw his savior standing there. It was a brunette about his age. Her arms were loaded down with books and he realized she was giving him a weird look. Oh, he hadn’t answered her. “Hmm? Yeah, help.” Casey showed her the paper. “I have no clue where I’m supposed to be.”
She shifted the books slightly to take a better look, squinting. The books tilted precariously and he was momentarily afraid that they would crash down. The girl stood back up before that could happen. “Oh, um… right down there.” She pointed toward a door he’d already passed six times.
It was identical to the rest of them.
Casey sent her a look of relief, hoping she wasn’t lying. “Thanks. I’m Casey Hunter.” He held out his hand.
She reached forward and shook it, once again shifting the books. “Fran. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”