Memories

Disclaimer- The only thing I 'own' is Kyle. Nuthin else, big surprise!

A.N. This story takes place before the pilot episode. (That's why Tyler still has the leprechaun thing before the flashback.) I guess this could be called a late response to Em Walters' challenge. Enjoy! J

Memories

Tyler knit his brows in confusion as he studied the words in his tattered chemistry book carefully. He was an above average student, but that didn't mean he understood everything. He twirled his pencil absently in one hand. He found the answer he was looking for, and turned to his paper, blank except for his name and the date. The pencil flew out of his hand, and landed on the floor, and rolled under his bed. He sighed, and walked over to the bed. His hand felt around for the missing pencil. It soon collided with a smooth, almost circular object. Frowning, he pulled it out from under his bed. What he saw made his eyebrows rise in surprise.

It was a snow globe. It wasn't much to look at; in fact it was downright ugly. The base was a dark green, and it was chipping a bit. The globe was filled with water, except for a small spot of air in the top. Completing the globe was a huge leprechaun. He was dressed in green, and had a smiling face with flaming red hair. The whole thing just looked… weird.

But Tyler hadn't the tiniest thought about the thing's looks. He slid to the floor, the side of the bed supporting his back. A solitary tear slid off his cheek as a river of memories came flooding back…

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A loud thud interrupted 9-year-old Tyler Connell's thoughts. Daddy's home! Tyler ran to the door as fast as his legs would propel him. He collided with his dad halfway. He pulled Tyler into a massive bear hug. Suddenly, they were both knocked over by some unseen force. Tyler craned his neck around to find his brother, Kyle pressed against them. Both Connell kids erupted in laughter as their dad started to tickle them.

"Dad!" Kyle roared, "That tickles!"

"Yeah," Tyler added, "stop." Mr. Connell laughed and looked at his boys with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"I'm not stopping until both your pants are wet!" he announced gleefully. Andrea Connell, the boy's mother, stepped around the corner.

"Boys, let your father breathe, dinner's ready," she announced. The boys looked up, and got up off the floor. Tyler took his father's right hand, and Kyle took the other, and the made a procession toward the kitchen.

After dinner, the Connell boys trailed their father everywhere. It wasn't everyday that their father came home from work this early. He usually came home after the boys were fast asleep, and he left before the boys woke up. Needless to say, they didn't see him very much.

After 3 games of Trouble, and an hour of watching TV with dad, Kyle and Tyler were herded to bed by their mother, complaining all the way. Once in bed, Tyler tossed and turned in the covers. He just couldn't seem to go to sleep. It wasn't his bed, it was VERY comfortable, his dad's job had taken care of that. After about an hour of restlessness, Tyler was about to enter the world of dreams. But he was snatched back by voices barely heard. Tyler tried to shut out all other noises but the voices.

"…never home… the boys… like tonight… hanging on your every word… miss you…" he thought that voice belonged to his mother. Now he heard another, deep, distinctive voice.

"…trying… I can't… hard… doing the best I…job brings in money… important…" that was the voice of his father. He heard his mother's voice clearly now, her voice had risen.

"John, family should be more important to you than anything else! Kyle and Tyler miss you terribly, you should see how much they look up to you." The voices reduced to murmurs then, and finally went quiet. Tyler climbed out of bed, and wobbled unsteadily on his legs toward Kyle's room.

He found his 10 year old brother with his ice blue eyes fixed on the ceiling. He climbed on the bed beside him. The Connell boys were only a year apart, so they were very close. They knew what the other was thinking, and therefore did not need words to communicate. They did not like to hear their parent's fighting, even as minor a fight as this one. Tyler fell asleep in Kyle's room, feeling comforted in his older brother's presence.

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Over the next 4 years, John Connell was home less and less. The fighting between him and Andrea were getting worse and worse. The Connell boys tried to act as normal as possible, but it was getting harder, home life was getting more and more tense. They started spending more time at activities. Tyler joined a non-competitive football team, while Kyle joined a soccer team. However, the boys weren't prepared for what was announced later one night. Tyler and Kyle were sitting in Kyle's room, concentrating on their homework.

"Hey Kyle, Ty, can we talk for a little bit?" John Connell asked as he and Andrea walked in the room. Both boys looked up, sensing the solemnity of both parents.

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked, "is everything ok?" Tyler studied his parent's faces as they sat down. He didn't like what he saw.

"Boys, your mother and I have to tell you something very important, so listen, please."

"Your father and I have grown apart. We're still friends, but sometimes friends have trouble with being with each other all the time."

"We're afraid… well, we have to separate… kind of like a break from each other." Tyler and Kyle stared in shock at their parents. They weren't saying what they thought they were saying, were they? They listened on in horrified wonder.

"Now we know this will upset you, but maybe this break will be good for this family. We'll most likely move back together after this break."

"We're moving!" Tyler erupted, "you can't! What about Tyler and me! What happens to us?"

"Your mother's not moving, son, but I will be," he seemed to hesitate on this next part, "we're still deciding what you boys will do." Tyler couldn't take it anymore. He ran out of the room, and fled from the house. He dashed to a basketball court, and started flinging a basketball in the general direction of the hoop.

Part 2 coming soon! Please review if you have any feedback. I certainly could use it!