Sorry for taking so long to post something new but with the end of the season came an explosion of great material for everyone I didn't know how to meet the high excellence of writing!
This is just for fun!
I don't own anything but a love for the show, writers, cast and crew...esp Jamie Reagan!
Enjoy
SUPERHEROS
Growing up everyone has a superhero they want to be. Superman. Batman. Spiderman. Wonder Woman. Flash Gordon. Captain America. They take on the bad guys and they always win. But what if the super hero was just that bloke down the street? Yeah, that guy? What? He's really your Grandad, dad or brother? She could even be your Gran, mom or sister. Which will it be today?
"Baa baa baa baa baa" sang the little boy as he sat in the front garden by the wall playing with his little cars. He sat here most afternoons in the week when the weather was good to wait for his big brothers and sister to come home from school.
"What are you singing, child?" asked the older woman as she walked over from the front door.
The little boy looked up at this short, plump woman with rich auburn hair with its streaks of white. He smiled lovingly at the woman and held out his favourite car for her, "My car" he beamed.
"Your car? What kind of car is it?" smiled the woman as she swooped down to pick up the delightful little boy that was her favourite grandson.
"Poice car! Daddy's car. And Gwanpaw Enry's car!" he smiled proudly.
"That's right. And they'll be home for dinner tonight," smiled Betty as she kissed her grandson's cheek.
"Let's hope they're all on time for a change!" quipped Mary as she brought her mother-in-law a fresh cup of hot coffee.
"Mommy! My car!" smiled Jamie as he tried to show off his favourite toy but ended up throwing it at his mom instead. "Oopsy!"
"That's ok, Jameson, it was an accident," sighed Mary as she bent down to retrieve the toy.
"Oopsy! Oopsy!" sang Jameson as he clapped his hands together.
"He's found a new word to drive the others crazy with!" joked Betty as she put him down.
"Noooooo!" he wailed as his feet touched the grass.
"Now, now Jameson Henry Reagan!" scolded Betty as she looked into his eyes. The look was all it took to silence the little child. "That's better. Now you come and sit a while with me while i rest me ole irish bones" she added in softer tones.
Jamie looked at his grandma and smiled before taking her hand and waddled to the front step and plopped down on his small butt waiting patiently for a bottle of milk and a cookie.
"What are we going to do whitcha child? You are so antsy and don't sit still for a minute. Why i'm all wiped out with ya," smiled Betty as she gave the little Reagan his bottle and cookie.
"He's like this everyday. Even when he sleeps. Danny won't let him in his bed anymore. Jamie kicks him black and blue," laughed Mary.
"And why would he be in Daniel's bed? Asked Betty in her Irish tones.
"Jamie sneaks into the other kids rooms when he wakes at night. He doesn't seek me or Frank but Danny, Erin and Joe. It is rather sweet," sighed Mary as she lovingly gazed down at her son.
"He's to be in his own bed. None of this soft touch stuff, Mary. He's of good Irish stock, he can whether any storm so he can bide in his own bed" insisted Betty. As much as Mary loved and adored her mother-in-law (and there aren't many women who can boast that fact!), she had to quietly disagree. Jamie loved his older siblings and the feelings were mutual, should anything happen to any of them they'd be at a loss.
"Dwanny! Ewin! Joey!" squealed Jamie as he struggled to his feet on sight of the school bus at the end of the street.
"Slow down Jamie, they'll be at the gate soon," called out Mary as she watched the little boy run faster than his little legs could manage.
"Dwanny! DWWAANNNNYYYY!" yelled Jamie as he saw his big brother hop off the school bus.
"Hey there, kid!" smiled Danny as he caught the youngster as he jumped up into his arms. "What'cha got there?"
"Poice car!" smiled Jamie as he hugged his big brother, he was strong and tickled him to make him laugh.
"Just like dad's car," laughed Joe as he took hold of Jamie from Danny.
"Careful, he's not a toy!" groaned Erin as she watched in fear as her little brother was jostled from brother to brother.
"Ewin! Joey got me!" huffed Jamie as he stuck his tongue out at his sister.
"Yeah Ewin, i got him!" smirked Joe as they all headed into the house.
"Ok, you kids get on with your homework while i get this little fella into the bath before dinner," announced Mary as she grasped Jamie tightly.
"Noooooo! No bath! Me wanna pway wiv Dwanny and Joey!" wriggled Jamie.
"Jameson," called Betty from her spot at the front door. Jamie was silent and looked pleadingly to his big brothers.
"Sorry kid, but we got work to do. The quicker you splash about in the bath the quicker we get our homework done then we can all play," smiled Danny as he ruffled Jamie's hair.
"Okay, Dwany!" smiled Jamie and he went for his bath without further hiccups.
"He's so cute," grinned Danny as he sat down at the table. "What?"
"He's so cute" teased Joe as he mocked his brother.
"Yeah yeah yeah! Sue me!" grouched Danny as he threw his cookie over the table.
"That'll be enough of that young man! Now get on with the books!" snapped Betty as she swiped the back of Danny's head.
"Ow!" yelped Danny with a smile on his face. "But you're still the cutest, grandma!"
"And are you, Daniel Reagan!" blushed Betty as she started to prepare dinner.
Later that night a horrendous thunderstorm hit New York and caused several power outages and severe flooding in a lot of areas. For the Reagan family it caused most of the family to end up huddled together in one room...Except for one.
"Where's Jamie?" asked Erin as she wiped the tears from her face.
"He didn't come to me?" answered Joe as he hid under his parents' duvet. "He wasn't in his room though."
"Danny? Did he come to you?" asked Frank as he lifted the duvet to check on his oldest son, cowering under it for shelter.
"No sir. He's not been in my room at night for weeks," replied Danny as he grabbed the duvet back down over his head as another flash of lightening struck and thunder rolled.
"Frank, where is he?" panicked Mary as they jumped out of bed and wrapped their robes around themselves.
"I'm sure he'll be fine. Let's go and check his room." Offered Frank, as he tried to stay calm. "Danny, you keep your eye on your brother and sister, we won't be long."
"Yes sir." Came the muffled replied.
"Yeah! Great warrior that you are!" scoffed Joe. "OWW!"
"I'm brave! I was just checking the bed didn't have any spiders in it!" muttered Danny as he surfaced from the covers. Erin and Joe just looked at him in disbelief. "What?"
"Where could Jamie be hiding this time?" worried Erin.
"He can't be far. Let's help mom and dad," offered Joe as they all got out of bed.
BANG!
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed a voice.
"Jamie!" shouted the siblings in unison and they rushed to the window. There, hanging on with one arm was Jamie, dangling from the tree-house in the back garden.
"Oh no! Jamie!" squealed Erin as she and her brothers went running out of the room and down the stairs.
"Where are you going?" demanded Frank as he was thrust against the wall by three flying children.
"It's Jamie! He's in the tree-house!" shouted Joe as they ran for the back door.
"The tree-house?" exclaimed Mary as she looked to Frank.
"It's okay sweetheart, i'll get him," reassured Frank as he followed the other kids to the garden.
"Dwanny! I'm stuck!" cried Jamie as he was blown about by the wind. He was soaked to the skin and pale with the cold.
"Hang on, kid. I'm coming for you" called D6anny as he grabbed the tree-house ladder that had been blown down. "I'm coming"
"I hurt!" sobbed the little boy as he tried to hold on.
Suddenly there was a flash of lightening and a spark ignited as it struck the tree branch that Jamie was clinging too.
"Frank!" screamed Mary as she watched in horror as he oldest and youngest sons were thrown to the ground.
Frank, with Erin, Joe and Mary ran to through the garden to where the boys had fallen. They stopped suddenly when they saw Danny and Jamie lying in a massive puddle of water. Well, Danny was lying and Jamie was using him as a surf board.
"Cool Dwanny! Let's do that again!" squealed Jamie in delight.
"I don't think so young man! And what were you doing out in this weather?" demanded Mary as she lifted the youngest from the oldest and took him inside to dry off and check his injuries.
"Well done, son. Good catch," praised Frank as he assisted Danny from the water.
"Thanks dad. I thought he was going to fly away. But when that lightening hit..." stammered Danny.
"Thank god you're both alright," sighed Erin as she wrapped a warm towel around him as he came into the kitchen.
"Thank you Daniel," gushed Mary as she hugged him close.
"How's Jamie" asked Danny as he sat down at the table.
Look for yourself!" laughed Joe as he led everyone to the front room. There, lying wrapped in dry pyjamas and a thick blanket was Jamie, sound asleep.
"Typical, kid! We do all the hard work and you fall asleep like nothing happened!" grinned Danny as he tucked his little brother up tight. Just as he moved away Jamie began to mutter in his sleep.
"What you dreaming of now, kid?" whispered Danny.
"You my superman, Danny," smiled Jamie as he opened his eyes sleepily. "My Superman!"
"Thanks kid!" blushed Danny as he ruffled the little boy's hair once more and turned out the lamp.
