Title: Cliffnotes August 23, 2000
Author: Chance
E-mail: chance1562@aol.com
Feedback: Yes please
Category: Family
Spoilers: none
Season/sequel/series: Cliffnotes
Rating: G
Content warnings: none
Summary: In Cliffnotes
Archive: Wanderings, ELF Command, Avant Guard and WWOMB, anyone else please ask
Disclaimer: I don't own sQ or any of it's pertaining parts, I just borrow them for some fun
Author's notes: Thank you again to Shannon for the beta Couldn't resist the soccer thing
For AT, I miss you.
****
"Yes! Go! Go! Go! Go!" The bleachers filled with the sounds of screaming fans as the players on the field advanced further towards the goal. The small white and black ball seemingly glued to one of the player's feet as he outmaneuvered the opposing team players.
"That's right, good defense! Awesome move Little J! Woohoo!" Nineteen year-old Robert Bridger screamed the loudest, egging his little brother on further down the field. He started jumping up and down as the blond haired figure in the green uniform executed a near perfect kick and scored the winning goal in the upper right hand corner of the net.
"Yes!" Robert and the rest of the fans swarmed onto the field, picking up their respective players and hugging them wildly. He grabbed his little brother and swung him around and around, all the while yelling and screaming about what an awesome goal it had been.
Lucas just held on, laughing and whooping it up with the rest of his team. They'd worked hard to get where they were and now they only had one more game before the semifinals in their division. Robert had, somehow, made it to every game, despite work and other obligations, and it was hard pressed to tell who was more excited at the victory, Robert or the rest of the team.
"We did it Robbie! We did it!" the seven year-old yelled, grabbing his brother tightly around the neck.
"Darn right you did little bro!" he swung the kid around once more before settling him on his shoulders and starting to edge his way through the crowd, stopping as people intercepted the pair and congratulated Lucas on his goal. "So, now that you guys won this one, where should we go to celebrate?"
"I don't know about you, but I'm going to Disneyland!" Lucas said, grinning as he quoted from one of his favorite commercials.
Robert groaned. Their parents _would_ be away at a conference and miss that little pun on their youngest's part. Lucas definitely had their Dad's sense of humor.
Author: Chance
E-mail: chance1562@aol.com
Feedback: Yes please
Category: Family
Spoilers: none
Season/sequel/series: Cliffnotes
Rating: G
Content warnings: none
Summary: In Cliffnotes
Archive: Wanderings, ELF Command, Avant Guard and WWOMB, anyone else please ask
Disclaimer: I don't own sQ or any of it's pertaining parts, I just borrow them for some fun
Author's notes: Thank you again to Shannon for the beta
For AT, I miss you.
****
"Yes! Go! Go! Go! Go!" The bleachers filled with the sounds of screaming fans as the players on the field advanced further towards the goal. The small white and black ball seemingly glued to one of the player's feet as he outmaneuvered the opposing team players.
"That's right, good defense! Awesome move Little J! Woohoo!" Nineteen year-old Robert Bridger screamed the loudest, egging his little brother on further down the field. He started jumping up and down as the blond haired figure in the green uniform executed a near perfect kick and scored the winning goal in the upper right hand corner of the net.
"Yes!" Robert and the rest of the fans swarmed onto the field, picking up their respective players and hugging them wildly. He grabbed his little brother and swung him around and around, all the while yelling and screaming about what an awesome goal it had been.
Lucas just held on, laughing and whooping it up with the rest of his team. They'd worked hard to get where they were and now they only had one more game before the semifinals in their division. Robert had, somehow, made it to every game, despite work and other obligations, and it was hard pressed to tell who was more excited at the victory, Robert or the rest of the team.
"We did it Robbie! We did it!" the seven year-old yelled, grabbing his brother tightly around the neck.
"Darn right you did little bro!" he swung the kid around once more before settling him on his shoulders and starting to edge his way through the crowd, stopping as people intercepted the pair and congratulated Lucas on his goal. "So, now that you guys won this one, where should we go to celebrate?"
"I don't know about you, but I'm going to Disneyland!" Lucas said, grinning as he quoted from one of his favorite commercials.
Robert groaned. Their parents _would_ be away at a conference and miss that little pun on their youngest's part. Lucas definitely had their Dad's sense of humor.