POI Addams Family Crossover #11: Pit Stop
TITLE: Pit Stop
AUTHOR: whomii2
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: John babysits. It doesn't go well...
Carter surveyed the smoking ruin with a scowl on her face.
Pugsley had been entranced by the flames, but now that the firefighters had gotten the blaze under control he was happily munching away on a candy bar and enjoying the aftermath. Wednesday as usual looked bored and sullen, although John could have sworn that she had smiled slightly when the first fireball went up. Now she was back to looking at them all like they were all insects beneath her notice. No, like they were something lower than insects - Wednesday was actually rather fond of bugs.
Carter's gaze shifted to where the EMTs had finished loading the traumatized clerk into the second ambulance, and then she turned to glare at John. Reese was trying to look blasé but was showing hints of both defiance and guilt. How had it all gone so wrong? It had seemed like a simple enough task. The adult Addamses were going out of town to celebrate the funeral of a distant relation. Finch was also attending, so the problem had arisen: what to do with the children?
Normally they would have been left with Elias, who was still doing penance for trying to kill Carter by acting as the children's in-home tutor. But Elias had undergone recent dental surgery and wasn't up to the task. Instead he was recovering under Anthony's watchful care.
As there was no current active Number, Reese had been volunteered to keep an eye on the children until Finch returned, as Harold would only be attending the service itself and would not be staying for all of the festivities. So Reese had driven out to the Addams' family house, picked up the children, and was driving them back to the city when Pugsley had informed him of an urgent need for a restroom. Not sure that the boy could wait until they made it to the Library, Reese had pulled over at a small gas station & minimart for a quick bathroom break.
Of course Pugsley had managed to wheedle Reese into buying him some snacks and soda while they were there. Pugsley really was a rather sweet and happy child, despite his siblings repeated attempts to kill him during play time. Wednesday for her part had just stood around looking as if she wished she were attending their funeral.
Then the robber made his move.
Reese had tried to keep his response to the situation low key because the children were present. Stupid Stupid Stupid. He had forgotten just who he was dealing with.
The young Addamses assumed from John's lack of violent response that he needed their help. Things had quickly escalated until the entire establishment was ablaze. Reese should have just kneecapped the jerk when he first pulled a knife and demanded the money from the register. Kneecapping would have been easier on the perpetrator anyway. On the bright side, Reese was pretty sure that the whole experience had effectively deterred the man from any future plans for a life of crime.
Carter looked unimpressed with John's recitation of the chain of events (and his attempt to shift the blame to his young charges). Fusco laughed and exclaimed “Cheer up Carter! After all, it could have been Shaw babysitting.” Reese was glad for both the distraction and the vote of confidence. He had been a bit dismayed to realize that overall he was a poorer choice of child-care provider than a ruthless mob boss.
Carter leveled a glare at all of them and stalked off to the car for some aspirin before she succumbed to the urge to do some kneecapping herself.
Fusco smirked at John and said “Don't let Carter's attitude get to you. I would worry more about what Finch is gonna do when you tell him what happened.”
Reese paled at the thought. There might be another funeral in the near future.
AUTHOR: whomii2
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: John babysits. It doesn't go well...
Carter surveyed the smoking ruin with a scowl on her face.
Pugsley had been entranced by the flames, but now that the firefighters had gotten the blaze under control he was happily munching away on a candy bar and enjoying the aftermath. Wednesday as usual looked bored and sullen, although John could have sworn that she had smiled slightly when the first fireball went up. Now she was back to looking at them all like they were all insects beneath her notice. No, like they were something lower than insects - Wednesday was actually rather fond of bugs.
Carter's gaze shifted to where the EMTs had finished loading the traumatized clerk into the second ambulance, and then she turned to glare at John. Reese was trying to look blasé but was showing hints of both defiance and guilt. How had it all gone so wrong? It had seemed like a simple enough task. The adult Addamses were going out of town to celebrate the funeral of a distant relation. Finch was also attending, so the problem had arisen: what to do with the children?
Normally they would have been left with Elias, who was still doing penance for trying to kill Carter by acting as the children's in-home tutor. But Elias had undergone recent dental surgery and wasn't up to the task. Instead he was recovering under Anthony's watchful care.
As there was no current active Number, Reese had been volunteered to keep an eye on the children until Finch returned, as Harold would only be attending the service itself and would not be staying for all of the festivities. So Reese had driven out to the Addams' family house, picked up the children, and was driving them back to the city when Pugsley had informed him of an urgent need for a restroom. Not sure that the boy could wait until they made it to the Library, Reese had pulled over at a small gas station & minimart for a quick bathroom break.
Of course Pugsley had managed to wheedle Reese into buying him some snacks and soda while they were there. Pugsley really was a rather sweet and happy child, despite his siblings repeated attempts to kill him during play time. Wednesday for her part had just stood around looking as if she wished she were attending their funeral.
Then the robber made his move.
Reese had tried to keep his response to the situation low key because the children were present. Stupid Stupid Stupid. He had forgotten just who he was dealing with.
The young Addamses assumed from John's lack of violent response that he needed their help. Things had quickly escalated until the entire establishment was ablaze. Reese should have just kneecapped the jerk when he first pulled a knife and demanded the money from the register. Kneecapping would have been easier on the perpetrator anyway. On the bright side, Reese was pretty sure that the whole experience had effectively deterred the man from any future plans for a life of crime.
Carter looked unimpressed with John's recitation of the chain of events (and his attempt to shift the blame to his young charges). Fusco laughed and exclaimed “Cheer up Carter! After all, it could have been Shaw babysitting.” Reese was glad for both the distraction and the vote of confidence. He had been a bit dismayed to realize that overall he was a poorer choice of child-care provider than a ruthless mob boss.
Carter leveled a glare at all of them and stalked off to the car for some aspirin before she succumbed to the urge to do some kneecapping herself.
Fusco smirked at John and said “Don't let Carter's attitude get to you. I would worry more about what Finch is gonna do when you tell him what happened.”
Reese paled at the thought. There might be another funeral in the near future.