Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fic. I'm writing this for fun.
1994
Tommy watched the young boy as he gazed at a cereal box that was a few shelves higher than he could reach. Little feet walked away and then grabbed a wheeling stepladder to get to the offending food. Better stop this now before he gets himself hurt. "Hey," he intervened, grabbing the stepladder, "You shouldn't move these things on the stock people. They actually like knowing where they are." He moved over to the shelf and pointed out the cereal. "This one?" A shake of the head. He moved to the one on the right. There was a nod and he pulled down a box and handed it to him. "Next time, just ask someone for help."
The boy nodded, although he didn't think the message got through, said thank you and ran off.
1997
"I got it!" Justin shouted, getting a hold of the part that was on a high shelf. He was on a rolling chair that had been placed on a table. As soon as the part was in his hand, the chair started moving from under him. It went left, he went right. "Whoa!"
"Gotcha," Tommy grunted, catching the young man before he fell on the cement floor. He placed him on the floor. "You know, you could have waited until I came back. What would have happened if I hadn't been here to catch you?"
He looked up at the other man. "I would have a headache right now?"
"Headache is not the worst of it. Why couldn't you just ask someone for help?" Tommy shook his head. "Why do I have the feeling I've told you that before?"
Justin did not comment and changed the subject.
Thank you for reading. To those expecting an update on Inherited Styles, umm... Bryce and Neal are still in my head, but they're not cooperating. And I have no idea where Jack went. I'm sorry. I should really get back on that, but Power Rangers are now beckoning. I have no idea why though.