Title: Cliffnotes August 18, 2000
Author: Chance
E-mail: chance1562@aol.com
Feedback: Yes please. Feed me Seymour
Category: Family, angst
Spoilers: none
Season/sequel/series: Cliffnotes
Rating: PG
Content warnings: Um, hhrrrm, this is a little angstier, a lot, angstier, then normal.
Summary: In Cliffnotes
Archive: The Wanderings, ELF Command, Avant Guard and WWOMB, anyone else, ask first please
Disclaimer: Amblin Entertainment and SciFi Channel own the sQ oncept, I, on the other hand, own Cliffnotes, so back off suitboys!
Author's notes: Thanks again to Shannon for the beta, you rock as always I had to write this, it hurt like hell but I did.
For AT, I miss you.
****
She knew, without Nathan having to even open his mouth, she knew. Carol brought a hand up to her mouth and started shaking her head mindlessly in denial. A strangled "no" escaped her lips and she collapsed into her husband's arms the minute he was close enough to hold her.
"Oh God, no, Robbie," she sobbed. Nathan just tightened his arms around her and held on, both of them giving what little comfort they could. However, how does one parent comfort the other when they realize that their child is never coming home?
****
Lucas walked into the brightly lit kitchen, sweaty from the long walk home from school. He'd skipped the bus ride, unable to take the constant questions from his friends about Robbie. Had his brother been found yet? Was there any word? How was he doing? It was nice to know they cared, but he just wanted to be alone with his grief and worry. It was hard enough having to go home every day and see the lost look in his parents' eyes as they told him that, yet again, there was no word.
Robbie's sub had been in a skirmish a few days before and word had been sent that some of the crewmen had been hurt, and a few had even been killed. The submarine was in the middle of a "quiet zone" and could only send out intermittent messages. Lucas knew his father was doing everything in his power to get word, but there was only so much his father could do.
Sighing to himself as he walked into the house, Lucas stopped dead in his tracks at the site before him. His father and mother were standing in the middle of the kitchen, holding onto each other tightly; they hadn't even heard him enter the room.
The twelve-year-old stood stock still near the doorway, just looking blankly around. If his dad was home this early, and they were standing there like that, it could only mean one thing...
"No!" Lucas yelled and dropped his bookbag on the ground by his feet. His parents jumped and whirled around to stare at him.
"Lucas, honey..." his mother started. His father started forward, reaching a hand out, but Lucas waved it off and ran out of the room.
"No, please!" He knew in his heart that no matter how much pleading he did, nothing was ever going to be the same again. His brother was dead.
Author: Chance
E-mail: chance1562@aol.com
Feedback: Yes please. Feed me Seymour
Category: Family, angst
Spoilers: none
Season/sequel/series: Cliffnotes
Rating: PG
Content warnings: Um, hhrrrm, this is a little angstier, a lot, angstier, then normal.
Summary: In Cliffnotes
Archive: The Wanderings, ELF Command, Avant Guard and WWOMB, anyone else, ask first please
Disclaimer: Amblin Entertainment and SciFi Channel own the sQ oncept, I, on the other hand, own Cliffnotes, so back off suitboys!
Author's notes: Thanks again to Shannon for the beta, you rock as always
For AT, I miss you.
****
She knew, without Nathan having to even open his mouth, she knew. Carol brought a hand up to her mouth and started shaking her head mindlessly in denial. A strangled "no" escaped her lips and she collapsed into her husband's arms the minute he was close enough to hold her.
"Oh God, no, Robbie," she sobbed. Nathan just tightened his arms around her and held on, both of them giving what little comfort they could. However, how does one parent comfort the other when they realize that their child is never coming home?
****
Lucas walked into the brightly lit kitchen, sweaty from the long walk home from school. He'd skipped the bus ride, unable to take the constant questions from his friends about Robbie. Had his brother been found yet? Was there any word? How was he doing? It was nice to know they cared, but he just wanted to be alone with his grief and worry. It was hard enough having to go home every day and see the lost look in his parents' eyes as they told him that, yet again, there was no word.
Robbie's sub had been in a skirmish a few days before and word had been sent that some of the crewmen had been hurt, and a few had even been killed. The submarine was in the middle of a "quiet zone" and could only send out intermittent messages. Lucas knew his father was doing everything in his power to get word, but there was only so much his father could do.
Sighing to himself as he walked into the house, Lucas stopped dead in his tracks at the site before him. His father and mother were standing in the middle of the kitchen, holding onto each other tightly; they hadn't even heard him enter the room.
The twelve-year-old stood stock still near the doorway, just looking blankly around. If his dad was home this early, and they were standing there like that, it could only mean one thing...
"No!" Lucas yelled and dropped his bookbag on the ground by his feet. His parents jumped and whirled around to stare at him.
"Lucas, honey..." his mother started. His father started forward, reaching a hand out, but Lucas waved it off and ran out of the room.
"No, please!" He knew in his heart that no matter how much pleading he did, nothing was ever going to be the same again. His brother was dead.