Okay. So this is another Drabble of Dedication, but this time it's for MagicCahill.
MagicCahill: Thank you so much for reviewing The War Hawks even when most of the other people didn't, and thank you for not being pushy about the deadline for me posting this. Not having pressure on me for that gave me time to actually breathe during finals week. :) You're an awesome author. This one's for you. :D
I don't own the 39 Clues. If I did then Ian and Amy would've been together by the last book. That lack of togetherness really depressed me! :(
~L~
Bedtime
"But, Mummy, I don't want to go to bed!" whined the five-year-old.
"Natalie!" her mother chided.
"I'm not tired!"
She glared intently at the child."Ian!" cried Isabel Kabra.
This sudden exclamation caused the poor boy to jump out of seat and land on the floor, dropping his book of poisons. "Yes, Mother?" he asked humbly from his pathetic position.
"Take you sister to her room! Make sure she's in bed in ten minutes precisely!" she commanded curtly.
"Of course, Mum," he said, hoping she wouldn't take her anger out on him. Thankfully, she just stalked out of the room.
"Do you want to die?" the boy asked. "Because you're sure agitating Mum enough to get you a oneway ticket to hell."
The little girl sniffled and then started crying. "Wait. No, no. Don't cry. I...I wasn't trying to be mean or anything. I was just stating fact," Ian said awkwardly. He knew how to calm people down when they were upset, and he knew how to laugh along with them and make jokes when they were happy, but when people cried...he was the most socially inept person out there. They just seemed so fragile, as if even the wind would break them if it blew too hard. He just didn't know how to deal with something like that. Kabras hardly ever cried.
Natalie clung to him and cried on his shoulder. "I...I just want her to feel some kind of emotion toward us. Ever since...ever since last month she's been cold and cruel!" she sobbed.
Ian just hugged her and patted her back. He realized that she was right. Their mother had been completely ignoring them ever since then. Was it...? Could it be...? It didn't matter right then. Nothing did other than comforting his little sister. "I know," he whispered.
He picked her up gracelessly and carried her all the way to her room. He walked up her bedside stool and laid her down beneath the covers. The poor girl had cried herself out. She slept soundly as Ian pulled the comforter to her chin. He smiled at her tranquil features and turned to leave, but he turned back after a moment of thought and kissed her forehead before walking out and going to his own room two hallways down.
"Good night," he whispered.
~L~
Okay, before you say anything, I would like to say that this is a story that was written when Natalie was five and Ian was eight. They haven't developed their killer personalities yet. So...yeah. That's pretty much it. Oh yeah! Read and review like your life depends on it, people! Don't disappoint me, please. :')
~ Sugar