We're Like the A-Team
SUMMARY: Bran has always been one of the more well-behaved Stark children, but when he gets tangled up with a vigilante gang led by the dangerous Reed siblings, he finds himself in a world of trouble. Maybe he should've joined student council with that crazy lizard-obsessed president. Modern AU, crackfic.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Finally posted it! To be honest, I meant to post this last week but I had some issues with my computer so I didn't get the chance until now. I'll try to update this as frequently as possible, I promise.
Also, this chapter is probably going to be a bit slow. Things will pick up in the next one, so stay tuned for that.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own.
Review and I'll be motivated to update quicker!
"Are you sure you don't need me to come with you?"
Bran Stark looked up from the map of the school grounds and into the concerned blue eyes of his sister. "Don't worry Sansa. I'll be fine."
"Sansa," Arya Stark, Bran's other sister, said. "We don't need you to come with us. We know how to get around. In case you've forgotten, we go to this school too."
Sansa frowned. "Fine," she conceded. "I have to go to choir now, but I'll see you guys later." With that, she hurried off in the opposite direction.
"So," Arya said, "where do you want to go first?"
"You don't have to stay," Bran insisted. "It's not like I can't find a club to join by myself."
"Alright then," Arya grinned. "I'll see you around?"
"Bye," Bran absentmindedly waved.
It was club's day. In the spacious, sun roofed atrium of King's Landing secondary, students had set up tables and displays in the hopes of enticing some poor freshmen to join their ranks. Bran sighed as he watched the cheerleading club perform some complicated routine and frowned when he saw the drama club re-enact a heavily edited scene from Hamlet. Bran had read the play last year on a whim and he did not recall Hamlet and Horatio being lovers. Or that Fortinbras had invaded Denmark because he was also in love with Hamlet.
New students were heavily encouraged to join either clubs or sports teams for the sake of contributing to the school community. Before they'd graduated, Theon had been on the water polo team, Robb had been chair of the "Young Leaders of Today" group, and Jon was either part of the tech crew for the drama club or he was in the drama club. Jon never really talked about his time in high school. Sansa, with her beautiful singing voice and love of school spirit, was a soloist in the choir. Arya was on the fencing team, but their parents thought she was on the debate team.
Bran was torn. He knew that as one of the younger kids, he had big footsteps to fill. He wasn't athletic enough to join a sports team and anything involving singing was out of the question. Therefore, the only option left was to join a club and hope that his parents were too horrified with Arya's fencing to notice.
Stopping by one of the more ornately decorated tables, he peered at their posters and pretended to be interested in what they were trying to offer.
"Would you be interested in joining student council?" A beautiful girl with white-blond hair and violet eyes asked Bran. She had a soft smile on her face as she held out some pamphlets. Each pamphlet had glossy photos of attractive students smiling and holding up assorted school supplies. One of the students in the photo was carrying a ruler over his head and grinning like he planned to murder everyone and then hide the bodies.
Bran involuntarily took a step back, shaking his head. "I'm only a freshman."
The girl's smile only widened and her eyes seemed to sparkle. "That's alright. Even the freshmen need a voice."
Bran was about to reach for a pamphlet, when a hand knocked his away.
"No bothering the president!" A gruff voice said. Looking up, Bran stared into the terrifying face of a boy—no, a man whose expression was enough to make him want to cry for help.
"Jorah," the girl scolded. "Don't scare the poor boy. I was trying to get him to join student council."
"He won't last through the initiation."
The girl looked closely at Bran. "Perhaps you're right. I'm sorry. You aren't quite what we're looking for. I do hope you'll vote for your grade rep. It's been lovely talking to you."
"Initiation?" Bran asked.
The girl's smile never faltered. "I doubt you'll survive. But if you ever have any questions about anything at all, don't hesitate to ask me. My name's Daenerys Targaryen."
"Nice to meet—?"
"Ms. Targaryen!" A boy came running down the walkway created by the tables. Stopping in front of theirs, he screeched to a halt and put his hands on his knees. "There's someone being bullied!" He wheezed.
"Bullied?" Daenerys' eyes seemed to blaze with hatred. "Drogon! Rhaegal! Viserion!" Nothing happened. "Jorah!" Daenerys hissed.
"Oh!" Jorah nodded. Reaching underneath the table, he procured a large cage in which three lizards lay. The biggest of the three—a fat black iguana—seemed to be smirking evilly at Bran while the other two—a bearded dragon and a leopard gecko—just lazed around. Opening the cage, he gingerly lifted them and placed them into Daenerys' waiting arms.
"Now we will stop this bully or my name isn't Daenerys Targaryen called Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Lizards, Khaleesi of the Dothraki—who are a group of very pleasant people by the way; don't believe the rumours—Trueborn President of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and President of King's Landing Secondary School!"
Bran was absolutely terrified by Daenerys. Jorah wasn't half as scary as this. Neither was anyone he'd ever known and he'd grown up with Theon, Robb, and Jon.
"Uhh…I think I'm going to join a book club…?" He gestured in the general direction of the exit. "Uh good luck with…saving that kid?"
"Thank you, small freshman child!" Daenerys nodded, the leopard gecko perched on her head bobbing precariously. "I wish you good luck in your endeavours as well. Now let's find the bastard and smoke him out with fire and blood."
Bran turned around and walked away as fast as he could without offending anyone.
"Are you a freshman?"
Bran started and turned to face the source of the voice. Sitting at a pitifully lonesome table in the darkest corner of the usually brightly lit atrium was a serious-looking boy. His booth was decorated with posters that looked like they were made by a colour blind toddler.
"You're a freshman?" The boy repeated himself, brow furrowing.
"Yes," Bran said, nodding at the same time.
"Did you sign up for any clubs?" The boy asked. In spite of his age, he carried himself with the air of someone much older.
"No, not yet."
"Would you like to sign up for my club?"
Bran looked at the posters with slight unease. "What sort of club?"
The boy followed Bran's gaze and sighed. "The posters aren't very artistic, are they? I am rather regretful that I allowed my sister to make them." Ignoring Bran's apologetic sputters, he continued, "We're the tech crew for the drama club. We sit in the tech booth and control the lights and such."
Bran shrugged. Out of the all the clubs he'd seen today, this one seemed to be the most normal. And he wouldn't have to worry about lame spirit days either. "Where do I sign up?"
The boy handed him a frighteningly thick stack of papers. "These are the application forms. If you can fill these out and return them to me tomorrow, that'll be good."
"Where can I find you?"
"You can go to the drama room during lunch or after school. Ask for Jojen Reed."
"Alright then. I'll see you around." Bran took the forms from Jojen's hand and began walking away.
"Goodbye Bran Stark."
It wasn't until much later that Bran realized he'd never introduced himself.
Do you believe in justice?
Bran's pen was poised in mid-air. The questions on the stack of forms Jojen had handed to him earlier were really strange. Shrugging, he ticked off the yes box and proceeded to the next question.
If you witnessed a mugging, would you go out of your way to help the victim?
Yes.
Do you think evil should go unpunished?
No.
Do you have any prior training in hand-to-hand combat?
Ye—wait, what? Okay, no.
Have you ever operated stage lighting?
Now that question seemed a little more appropriate for a tech club.
Please provide your signature on the bottom line and return these forms to either a) Meera or b) Jojen Reed within 24 hours or your application will be declared void. Do not show this to anyone.
Bran rubbed the space between his brows, not quite understanding anything. Not for the first time, he silently wondered if there was anyone sane in his school. At least he had his family.
"RICKON! MOMMY TOLD YOU NEVER TO PLAY WITH FIRE!"
Okay, so maybe he was the only sane one.
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Next Chapter: Welcome to Tech Club! (plus surprise club members and introductions)
