Title: Blood Related
Author: crazyash197
Rating: PG13-R, maybe higher
Summary: Michael has a sister. In a sense. Read to find out.
Author's Note: I posted this on the other site, and I've redone a few things, and added another chapter. Hope you enjoy.
The sun just started to creep up in the East; disturbing the quiet cloak of darkness the radiant Moon had sewn upon the camp. Stars fading from view, signaling the time for his awakening. No matter how hard he tried, he always woke up to the stars goodbyes. Not that he didn't love this time of day, for even at the delicate age of nine, he could appreciate art; just the fact that he was bone tired from yesterday's events.
Staring out the window that was situated directly across his bunk, so that facing away from the wall he could catch a last glimpse of his favorite lady, the Moon. Lady Moon always calmed him, as did her fellows, the stars; though he had no concept of why. Probably because his foster parent Sarah always told him a story of how Lady Moon and Sir Sun were in a never-ending game of chase, but were doomed never to meet. They would simply fade into each other for eternity. And although he loved this story, he didn't think that was quite it. For even before being place with Hank and Sarah Guerin, he had reveled in the night.
The last of the stars slipped out of his sight, and the sun started his journey over the sky. Just then the trumpet started, signaling the campers to get up and dressed, and head to the cafeteria for breakfast. As the three other boys also sharing the cabin started their morning rituals, Michael did too. He rolled over and pretended to be asleep. After yesterday's rift (in which one of the boy's had tried to shake Michael awake, and he had reacted by growling at the boy and pushing him off the bunk, therefore convincing all three boys he had rabies) they didn't dare try and possibly provoke him into attacking.
As soon as the door shut Michael rolled over, off his bunk, and started dressing. There were several reasons why he decided not to rise with the other boys. One because he liked his privacy, something staying at the orphanage had failed to wring out of him. Two he didn't want to have to make nice and talk to them. And of course three, he didn't want anyone to see his not yet healed bruises. Hank had given them to him day before yesterday as a 'going away present'.
Finally he was dressed (something that had proved to be a hard task, as his ribs hurt whenever he raised his arms or bent over). He made his way out of the cabin and towards the cafe. *Why summer camp? Why couldn't I just stay at "home"? At least with me there Hank wouldn't focus ALL his anger on Sarah.
He shuffled out the door, glaring at his surroundings. Though he appreciated nature, he wasn't really the outdoorsy type of boy. He preferred to draw for Sarah; and of course for Lizzy, but she'd never know about that.
He was almost at the cafeteria, when he heard at the faint sound of laughing, (and a shout?) around the side of the Rec. room. He was about to go on, when he heard it again. Finally he decided to head towards the sounds. As he turned the corner, he saw three boys playing keep-away with a girl's book. The boy's were taunting the girl, while she tried to hold back her tears and get her book away from them.
"Oh, poor baby, you want your book back?"
"Better come get it lil' baby, oh how sad."
"Please, just give me my book back." the girl said pleadingly.
"You think you're smart, just 'cause you can read a big book? You geek." Obviously this boy was the leader of the trio.
Michael didn't know what to think. Picking on each other was one thing, but tormenting a girl, who was obviously younger than them, was out of line.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing"?
The boys stopped what they were doing and turned around, looking at Michael with horror-filled looks as they recognized him. For a split-second he wondered why they were looking at him like that, as three against one was no contest, then remembered the other morning, and how the rumor of it had spread. One he semi-overheard claimed he had rabies, and was actually a werewolf and almost ate the boy who had tried to wake him.
"We... um..... uh," came the stuttered reply of the 'leader' "we w-were just hav-having s-s-some fun. Just messing w-with 'er."
"Messing with her huh? How'd you like me to mess with you?" At this all three boys huddled a little closer together. The girl had stopped crying and was now watching the scene with what looked like humor in her eyes. The thought of the three mean boys being bullied by a smaller boy was very amusing to her.
"Why don't you give her the book back, and stay away from her." he commanded more than asked.
At his last words, they tossed her the book, mumbled sorry, and ran like the devil was after them. Or a rabies filled werewolf. When he could no longer see the jerks, he turned back to the girl and asked her if she was all right.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Thank you by the way. I thought everyone was at breakfast, and they'd steal my book. What's your name?" obviously this girl was no great shakes at tact.
"Um, Michael. You?"
"I'm Lorelai, but everyone calls me Rory. It's nice to meet you Michael."
"Yeah um... you too. Listen, if they bother you again, just come find me."
"Okay, I'll try."
"So, what are you reading?"
"Oh, Roverandom. I love it. Luke bought it for me at the book fair. Mom usually reads it to me before bed but... Have you ever read it?"
"No. You should probably get to the cafeteria."
"Oh, right, do you wanna sit with me? I saw you, you don't talk to nobody, and so I thought maybe we could be friends?"
"Um..." hadn't this, Rory, heard of him? " aren't you afraid of me?"
"No." she giggled slightly " I read somewhere, if you get rabies, you drool a lot. Plus, you stood up for me, you wouldn't of done that if you had rabies."
"Oh well, I dunno." he shouldn't let anyone in but...
Hearing his answer she pouted her lips and stared at him with her big blue eyes. " You, you don't wanna be my friend?"
Something about her drew him in; he felt the overwhelming need to protect her, and the only other people he EVER felt that for were Sarah and Liz. And if he based his feelings for them, and the feelings he was getting for this girl, then he guessed he could trust her. It was like a mix between Lizzy and Sarah. He didn't have a crush on her like Liz, but he wanted to keep her safe, and make her happy all the same. Plus how could anyone resist those baby blues?
"Alright, c'mon, lets get to the cafeteria before we get in trouble."
And so began the Rory-Michael brother-sisterhood. As the summer went on, their bond grew. Soon they were inseparable. He showed her some of his drawings, and she read her books to him. He protected her from bullies, and she protected him from gossip. But soon something huge would happen, something that would test their bond. That had the capability to make Michael feel some acceptance, and love for who he really was. But could also cause him to retract into himself that much more, breaking the piece of his heart his 'little sister' had claimed.
Author: crazyash197
Rating: PG13-R, maybe higher
Summary: Michael has a sister. In a sense. Read to find out.
Author's Note: I posted this on the other site, and I've redone a few things, and added another chapter. Hope you enjoy.
The sun just started to creep up in the East; disturbing the quiet cloak of darkness the radiant Moon had sewn upon the camp. Stars fading from view, signaling the time for his awakening. No matter how hard he tried, he always woke up to the stars goodbyes. Not that he didn't love this time of day, for even at the delicate age of nine, he could appreciate art; just the fact that he was bone tired from yesterday's events.
Staring out the window that was situated directly across his bunk, so that facing away from the wall he could catch a last glimpse of his favorite lady, the Moon. Lady Moon always calmed him, as did her fellows, the stars; though he had no concept of why. Probably because his foster parent Sarah always told him a story of how Lady Moon and Sir Sun were in a never-ending game of chase, but were doomed never to meet. They would simply fade into each other for eternity. And although he loved this story, he didn't think that was quite it. For even before being place with Hank and Sarah Guerin, he had reveled in the night.
The last of the stars slipped out of his sight, and the sun started his journey over the sky. Just then the trumpet started, signaling the campers to get up and dressed, and head to the cafeteria for breakfast. As the three other boys also sharing the cabin started their morning rituals, Michael did too. He rolled over and pretended to be asleep. After yesterday's rift (in which one of the boy's had tried to shake Michael awake, and he had reacted by growling at the boy and pushing him off the bunk, therefore convincing all three boys he had rabies) they didn't dare try and possibly provoke him into attacking.
As soon as the door shut Michael rolled over, off his bunk, and started dressing. There were several reasons why he decided not to rise with the other boys. One because he liked his privacy, something staying at the orphanage had failed to wring out of him. Two he didn't want to have to make nice and talk to them. And of course three, he didn't want anyone to see his not yet healed bruises. Hank had given them to him day before yesterday as a 'going away present'.
Finally he was dressed (something that had proved to be a hard task, as his ribs hurt whenever he raised his arms or bent over). He made his way out of the cabin and towards the cafe. *Why summer camp? Why couldn't I just stay at "home"? At least with me there Hank wouldn't focus ALL his anger on Sarah.
He shuffled out the door, glaring at his surroundings. Though he appreciated nature, he wasn't really the outdoorsy type of boy. He preferred to draw for Sarah; and of course for Lizzy, but she'd never know about that.
He was almost at the cafeteria, when he heard at the faint sound of laughing, (and a shout?) around the side of the Rec. room. He was about to go on, when he heard it again. Finally he decided to head towards the sounds. As he turned the corner, he saw three boys playing keep-away with a girl's book. The boy's were taunting the girl, while she tried to hold back her tears and get her book away from them.
"Oh, poor baby, you want your book back?"
"Better come get it lil' baby, oh how sad."
"Please, just give me my book back." the girl said pleadingly.
"You think you're smart, just 'cause you can read a big book? You geek." Obviously this boy was the leader of the trio.
Michael didn't know what to think. Picking on each other was one thing, but tormenting a girl, who was obviously younger than them, was out of line.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing"?
The boys stopped what they were doing and turned around, looking at Michael with horror-filled looks as they recognized him. For a split-second he wondered why they were looking at him like that, as three against one was no contest, then remembered the other morning, and how the rumor of it had spread. One he semi-overheard claimed he had rabies, and was actually a werewolf and almost ate the boy who had tried to wake him.
"We... um..... uh," came the stuttered reply of the 'leader' "we w-were just hav-having s-s-some fun. Just messing w-with 'er."
"Messing with her huh? How'd you like me to mess with you?" At this all three boys huddled a little closer together. The girl had stopped crying and was now watching the scene with what looked like humor in her eyes. The thought of the three mean boys being bullied by a smaller boy was very amusing to her.
"Why don't you give her the book back, and stay away from her." he commanded more than asked.
At his last words, they tossed her the book, mumbled sorry, and ran like the devil was after them. Or a rabies filled werewolf. When he could no longer see the jerks, he turned back to the girl and asked her if she was all right.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Thank you by the way. I thought everyone was at breakfast, and they'd steal my book. What's your name?" obviously this girl was no great shakes at tact.
"Um, Michael. You?"
"I'm Lorelai, but everyone calls me Rory. It's nice to meet you Michael."
"Yeah um... you too. Listen, if they bother you again, just come find me."
"Okay, I'll try."
"So, what are you reading?"
"Oh, Roverandom. I love it. Luke bought it for me at the book fair. Mom usually reads it to me before bed but... Have you ever read it?"
"No. You should probably get to the cafeteria."
"Oh, right, do you wanna sit with me? I saw you, you don't talk to nobody, and so I thought maybe we could be friends?"
"Um..." hadn't this, Rory, heard of him? " aren't you afraid of me?"
"No." she giggled slightly " I read somewhere, if you get rabies, you drool a lot. Plus, you stood up for me, you wouldn't of done that if you had rabies."
"Oh well, I dunno." he shouldn't let anyone in but...
Hearing his answer she pouted her lips and stared at him with her big blue eyes. " You, you don't wanna be my friend?"
Something about her drew him in; he felt the overwhelming need to protect her, and the only other people he EVER felt that for were Sarah and Liz. And if he based his feelings for them, and the feelings he was getting for this girl, then he guessed he could trust her. It was like a mix between Lizzy and Sarah. He didn't have a crush on her like Liz, but he wanted to keep her safe, and make her happy all the same. Plus how could anyone resist those baby blues?
"Alright, c'mon, lets get to the cafeteria before we get in trouble."
And so began the Rory-Michael brother-sisterhood. As the summer went on, their bond grew. Soon they were inseparable. He showed her some of his drawings, and she read her books to him. He protected her from bullies, and she protected him from gossip. But soon something huge would happen, something that would test their bond. That had the capability to make Michael feel some acceptance, and love for who he really was. But could also cause him to retract into himself that much more, breaking the piece of his heart his 'little sister' had claimed.