A/N: Hey I am back again…finally and with a new Lost Boys story for all you Lost Boys lovers. I am still crazy for David and his cute boys so this is going to be a story all about them and of course including little Sam Emerson and Michael. I might even add a bit of the Frog bro's as well just depending on my mood though. I am excited about this and I am ready to make a good Lost Boys fic! By the way this takes place during the movie so just to let you know :D
*Note: Yes if you readers are wondering about the warnings or anything like that this story will contain a butt-load of fluff all the way to explicit goodness. Alcohol and drugs will be used but NO MAJOR DEATHS!
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Part I
Sam tossed over and over repeatedly; nightmares were constant for little Sammy and everyone hated it. Granddad would usually be the first one awake, then Lucy and then Michael if he was home. Nanook never slept, he was Sam's protector throughout the night so he never really counted.
Sam woke up suddenly in a cold sweat with a raging heartbeat. Nanook sat up at the foot of his bed staring over at him with his golden eyes.
He smiled and leaned over to brush his thick neck. "Will you stop it with the glowing eyes, they freak me out." He watched his tail wag from side-to-side and finally it stopped once the front door slammed shut. At that moment, everything was dead silent until Nanook leaped off his bed, growling like a rabid dog at the cracked open door, leaving Sam scared speechless and confused.
"Nanook, what is it?" Sam wondered cautiously crawling out from the security of his covers one foot at a time, in nothing but a large t-shirt and colored boxer shorts.
Nanook continued to growl and soon enough he began to bark as the creaking footsteps marched closer. Sam could now hear what Nanook was hearing and he stood beside him, shaking. He thought maybe it was Michael coming home late again but Nanook wouldn't shut up, barely giving him enough time to stop and listen. So Sam, upset as he was tapped Nanook on the wet nose and he stopped: "It's only Michael boy." He said in a small voice leaning into the door only to get a tiny peek through the crack.
Sam sighed and backed up. There was only darkness and now more dead silence. "See boy it's only Mikey, he's probably been out all night." Sam told the dog with a gentle smile and turned around to climb back into bed. But he didn't go right to sleep just yet; Nanook started up again and Sam could hear a voice.
It sounded somewhat like Michael but he didn't know for sure. So instead of just sitting in bed, he got back out to check it again and this time he opened to door. "Michael, Michael?" he shifted directions in which he stared. Nanook took off from right behind Sam nearly knocking him to his butt. Sam was too late in catching Nanook; he was a pretty fast dog and once the hall light flicked on Sam looked over the banister and saw Michael at the foot of the stairs lying still with Nanook licking the hell out of him.
After a sigh relief, Sam raced down the stairs in order to help his brother back to his feet. "Sam, what is going on?" Lucy their mother appeared from her room standing in the doorway searching weakly for her two boys. The light was bright and Michael couldn't even look straight up at Sam let alone look for his mom that was calling them.
Sam turned around; "Oh nothing mom, Michael just fell down the stairs." He fibbed, smiling. Involuntarily Michael let out a groan and absolutely perfect timing; "Well Michael I keep telling you that those steps are tricky but you never listen." She shook her head in what seemed disappointment and crept back into the dark depths of her bedroom.
After that, Sam put Michael in the center of attention, sitting steadily on one step right above Michael's head and reached down with both arms to drag his body forward.
Sam struggled and Nanook wouldn't give it up but Michael as dreary as he was tried to shoo at him but he wouldn't stop. "Damnit Nanook!" Mike let out so totally out of the blue causing Sam to let him go. Thankfully Michael caught himself on his elbows and used the railing and the wall to help him stand.
"Michael, what did mom tell you about cussing at Nanook like that?" Sam motioned for him and he began to rustle his pepper colored fur.
Michael didn't say a word. His head was pounding and his stomach was upset. "Seems like you care more about Nanook than me, Sam." He stated, and Sam stopped petting Nanook all together and bent over to help him up. He rolled his eyes once he slipped his hands underneath Mike's armpits. "Shut up Mike." Sam started backwards up the stairs very carefully with his hands still underneath Mike's arms, and Michael barely helped at all. Before long, Sam got the idea that Michael was drunk;
Michael was never a drinker, well not a heavy one and he definitely smelled something on him.
With his final tug, Sam realized how much more stairs he still had to climb. "Ugh!" Sam grunted fairly loud, almost letting Mike go several times. "Mike you are not even helping." Sam whined looking down at Michael's feet that went limp as a log.
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Making it to the top finally, Sam suddenly fell backwards but not purposely on his butt, with Michael right on top of him. Boy was Michael heavy; "Come on Mike, get off of me!" Sam used his hands to pull at his jacket but there was no movement at all coming from him.
He fidgeted only two times but only to get a better more comfortable position against him. "Stop it Michael I will kick you back down if you don't get off and I don't care if you're drunk or not." He started, using both of his arms to hoist himself up while Michael slept on his chest.
Nanook raced back up the stairs and started sniffing Michael again. Sam laughed but then Nanook started to get mean and rough. "Nanook stop!" Sam used his hands to get him to stop biting at Michael but it wasn't working. Michael moved around and found himself nearly pinned down by the dog. His eyes went wide and his hands went berserk. "Nanook, get off, get off!" he yelled carefully pushing and hitting the dog.
Sam snuck from underneath his brother and fled to Granddad's room.
"Granddad, Nanook is attacking Michael and I can't get him off!" he opened his door something fierce nearly scaring the shit out of the old bearded fart.
The lights assaulted him terribly and he nodded. "Okay, okay Sam, just shut the door will you?" and with that the teen closed the door and found his way back to Michael.
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After Granddad arrived in his robe and all, he cocked his rifle that he was currently holding and aimed it, causing both of the boys to scream simultaneously.
"Calm down boys- Granddad put the rifle down for a moment.-it's just a dart-rifle, no harm." He gave the boys one of his old odd smiles and raised the rifle once again before actually firing it at Nanook…but of course he missed.
Sam dodged out of the way but seeing that Michael was still frozen in place by the dog, he had got the dart in the leg.
"Oh, well Michael does seem more like an animal don't you think Sam?" Granddad put down the rifle down carefully and helped Sam with Michael and Nanook. It was strange how Lucy didn't even wake up from the entire ruckus but they were all fortunate that she was still asleep.
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E/N: Okay there you have it. I actually thought that it was kind of funny with Granddad in there and all. I just love Lost Boys and I just had to add Granddad in there because what is Lost Boys without a bit of crazy Granddad? Hope you readers enjoyed it so stay tuned in cause there is more on the way.
