Cyborg 009 – Happy Birthday, Jet
A/N – A belated birthday celebration for Jet. Despite the fact this will be taking place on February 2.
Summary: Jet is grousing; and Albert tries to figure out why. A maybe not so happy birthday for Jet. And it is not Albert's fault he doesn't know that it is Jet's birthday.
Jet was in a bad mood; and Albert didn't have a clue as to why. It was February 2nd, which marked the celebration of Groundhog Day, where they had a groundhog predict the weather on TV. It was something Albert found odd, and he leaned back, watching as Jet threatened painful death on the innocent groundhog.
Albert waited and wondered when he would find out what enraged Jet without actually asking. Albert had to keep him from destroying the TV when the Groundhog actually came out; then, there was another hour of ranting. Albert finally decided enough was enough.
"Okay, what's going on?" Albert asked.
"It's that stupid groundhog! Why can't it just stay dead? I've had a lifetime of this shit; and I refuse to take it anymore! That groundhog is goin' down!" Jet shouted, and Albert sighed.
"What is the problem? It is just a groundhog that predicts the weather…supposedly," the older cybrog responded, trying to get Jet to calm down by carefully resting his hands on one of Jet's shoulders, while gripping the redhead's wrist.
The TV might still be in danger after all.
"What's the problem? What's the problem? That damned groundhog stole my birthday!" he shouted.
He nearly released Jet in surprise; and he moved so he was looking Jet in the eyes. "Today is your birthday?" he asked, trying to stare Jet down.
"Well, yeah. Not that important, not really. I mean, my birthdays always pass by without much notice or anything 'cause it's Groundhog Day," Jet answered, pouting just a bit. That told Albert that Jet had never had a good birthday. Or if he had a good birthday he couldn't remember it.
Albert gave a distracted nod. "Okay. I'll be right back," he stated.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where are you goin'?" Jet snapped.
Albert just gave a secretive smile and pulled on his coat. "I'll be right back, I promise," he answered, before he headed out.
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When Albert returned, he had a paper bag of something and a present. Jet, who had gone into a fouler mood while Albert was gone, almost snapped out of it when he saw the present, which Albert held out to him. "I know it's not the greatest present, but everyone deserves something on their birthday," Albert explained.
Jet took it hesitantly and then eyed the paper bag. "What's in that?" he asked.
"A surprise," Albert responded and then kept Jet out of the kitchen.
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Jet stared in surprise at the thin crust pizza. A homemade, thin crust pizza, like from the pizzeria down the street. He looked at Albert, who was pointedly not looking at him, and back at the pizza. "Happy birthday, Jet."
Jet was pretty sure that his reaction to the pizza, and toy racecar, was not overzealous when he grabbed Albert and gave him a kiss.
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Jet's home phone rang through the apartment a few times before the answering machine picked up. "Hallo Jet and Uncle Albert! Happy Birthday Jet! Love you both!"
Alice was cut off by Grace shouting, probably very close to the mouthpiece, "Don't stay in bed all day you two!"
"Grace, shut up! It's Jet's birthday, show some respect or I swear you will not…"
The message was cut off by the phone hanging up. Probably by Alice herself, or maybe by Grace. It would amuse Jet to no end, while Albert tried not to even think of the implications that last sentence meant.