Disclaimer: I do not now nor have I ever owned the characters from Queer as Folk. They belong to their respective owners Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, Showtime, and whomever else I might have left out. I do however own Dalton and the kid… whom I swear will one day have a name.
Warning:Future Gus Ficlet/Post Series/Humor
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A/N: I swear this came out of no where... ok not exactly... and if the title isn't hint enough the kid and his toy will be a huge enough sign. For Chronological order of this series please got to the bio page.
Enjoy peoples!
"Gus?"
"Not one word…"
"Do I even wanna know how you pulled this off?"
"…"
Dalton managed to refrain from telling Gus that he was starting a war over nothing. When they'd gotten Daniel's 9th birthday invitation in the mail he'd nearly busted a rib laughing. He had to call Gus's Uncle Ben and make sure that the small print had said what he thought it said. After all it wouldn't do to arrive at party looking 'un-cool'
"Are you sure about this?"
"…"
"Okkkaay."
"Nahh, badaaaah."
Dalton walked over to where their eleven month old son was strapped into his car seat. Dressed to the nine's in a dark brown suit with blue pinstripes, his hair (which had grown out a little more) was spiked up a little in the front. Tiny white trainers on his feet were cute enough; nope it was the toy in their son's hand that caught Dalton's attention. Small, gray, pen like and lighting up with a strange sound coming out of it.
"Oh... oh tell me you didn't."
Gus's smile says all.
"You actually got him a…"
"Yep."
"You do know Daniel gonna freak…"
"He'll get over it."
"He's nine, he's gonna whine about it."
"So…"
"So maybe you shouldn't antagonize him at his own birthday party."
"Maybe he should have thought about that before he called our son a gremlin."
Dalton couldn't figure out if he was amused or annoyed at the fact that Gus was acting like a child himself over his younger (half) brother's stupid remark (stemmed from his obvious resentment) geared toward their kid. Daniel really was a brat and made no qualms about it. Now their son was paying the price. God he hoped to hell that wasn't ARMANI. Not that he could ever tell the difference.
"You gotta admit he looks good."
"Yeah he does..." Dalton grinned. After all the invitation did say come as your favorite character it hadn't specified which. Seriously who was he to deny his favorite boys their own brand of fun (revenge).
That didn't mean he was gonna be there when the proverbial fireworks started.
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