Title: Cliffnotes June 8, 2000
Author: Chance
E-mail: chance1562@aol.com
Feedback: Yes please g
Category: Humor, family
Spoilers: none
Season/sequel/series: Cliffnotes
Rating: G
Content warnings: none
Summary: In Cliffnotes
Archive: The Wanderings, ELF Command, Avant Guard, and WWOMB, anyone else ask g
Disclaimer: Don't own them g Own the story though g
Author's notes: Thanks again to Shannon for the beta g For AT, I miss you.
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"Huh? Wuzzat?" Lucas Bridger, youngest son of Nathan and Carol woke with a start in the middle of a cool January night. He looked around wildly as bright lights swept across his gaily painted room in a wide arc before disappearing as a car moved further down the road. His wide, blue eyes blinked rapidly as he tried to clear the last of his sleepiness away.
His mother must have forgotten to close the curtains when she'd put him to bed earlier that night and the lights from the passing car had woken him from a dreamless sleep. Silently, he pushed the blue and white quilt down and climbed out of the bed. His pajama clad feet hit the ground with a soft thud and skidded out from underneath him making him land hard on his rear end.
He fell back and caught himself on his hands before pushing up and continuing on his way. There was no way he was going to be able to get to sleep again without a little help.
The little boy left his room and walked down the hall until he reached another door and, pushing it open, crept across to room to the large bed in the corner. Grabbing the beige bedspread he hoisted himself up until he could climb up the rest of the way on his own. Sighing in relief, Lucas burrowed under the covers until he was snuggled up against a warm body. Laying his down on the arm attached to the warm body, Lucas closed his eyes and was asleep within minutes missing by seconds the movement of said warm body as it curled around him protectively.
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Carol awoke the next morning to a light tapping on her shoulder. Brushing it away with a groan she turned over and tried to return to the beach where her dream self was still relaxing. The insistent tapping came again and she flopped back over, knowing she wasn't going to be getting any rest until she saw what her soon-to-be-ex husband wanted.
"Wha-" she started to say in exasperation. Her voice died out and a smile stretched across her face when she took in the sight before her.
Lucas, clad in the blue Dr. Denton's she had dressed him in last night lay snuggled up against Nathan's side, his head cuddled on his father's chest and one small thumb being slowly sucked while the little boy dreamt. Nathan's own hand was resting on his son's head, stroking the soft blond fringe.
Carol reached over and placed her own hand on top of Nathan's then slowly brought it down to stroke Lucas' soft cheek.
It was just another morning everywhere else, but in that room, in that house on the corner of Elm and Blackhurst, it was a sweet moment of perfection.