Disclaimer: I do not own Loonatics Unleashed or Rev Runner, so sad! =( I DO, however own this fanfic! =) This is for all the Rev Lovers.
Brothers
Little 2 year old Rev Runner was running around with excitment. He was wearing cargo shorts and a red t-shirt, one of his favourite colours. His mother and father couldn't believe how much energy their son contained.
"Son, you're making treadmarks on the floor again." His father Ralph Runner scolded. Rev stopped running.
"Sowwy Papa, I'm jwest so exwcited for mwy wittle wrother to come home." Rev explained. Ralph chuckled.
"Don't worry son, your mother and little brother will be here soon enough."
Rev nodded quickly, but inside he disagreed. Adult time and his time seemed to work much differently. 2 minutes either went too slowly or were gone in the flash for him. These were the dragging on minutes. He decided to look outside. Sometimes a coyote family would pass by. Despite being 2, he didn't understand why his parents didn't like coyotes. Sure, they were enemies in the past right? But this isn't the past right? This is now.
The doorbell rang, and he scampered to answer it. It was his mother, and in her arms she held a bundle of blankets, a baby roadrunner snoozing slowly in the midst of it.
"Hi Mama! It that my wittle wrother?" Rev asked excitedly. His mother nodded, causing him to become even more hyper. "Can I see him?"
"Later honey, he's asleep." she said gently. Rev pouted. Later was his least favourite word. Ever.
"Okay." he said glumly. He watched his mother lay his little brother gently on the couch. Rev didn't know much about the world, but he knew it must be okay since his new little brother was here. He looked so peaceful, Rev found himself drifting away to sleep. He woke at the sound of a cheerful giggle, and a tug of one of his feathers.
"Huh?" he looked down, and saw the baby giggling, his hands grabbing the air playfully. "Are you my wittle wrother?" he asked playfully. He was sure if the baby could, he would've nodded. Rev put his finger close to one of his hands, and the baby grabbed it, then let it go, and laughed. Rev laughed too. Then he turned his attention to his parents, who were watching them fondly.
"Mama, Papa, what is my wittle wrother's name?" He asked. His parents glanced at one other before his mother answered.
"Rip. His name is Rip."
"Rip." Rev repeated happily. A good name he decided. Then he peered at his little brother and laughed. "Hi Rip, I'm your big wrother Rev."
Just a drabble I thought of. PLEASE REVIEW!