Fandom: Call the Midwife
Character: Timothy
Word: Attractive
Timothy knew the school playground rules, and they were very simple: one, every boy to himself, two, and no stool pigeons, and three, you'll get the shit beaten out of you if you get caught.
This day was no ordinary day for Timothy Turner. The rock fight was an epic battle on all levels. Until of course when one gets hurt. It was he who was in the thick of it, and when the first rock to hit little Nancy in the eye, they all scampered off leaving him there with his arm in mid throw.
'Timothy Turner." A woman calls out to him as he felt a hand on his throwing arm pulling him away.
Now, he sits in a hard old wooden chair with his feet swinging nervously waiting for the verdict as he could hear his father's voice rise in anger, then stops short when another male's voice spoke sternly to him. The main door creaks open, and there he stood, his father rather tall and very cross with him.
They drove in silence, more likely his father had to calm down before they actually talked about the seriousness of this latest fight. Once inside their humble little flat Timothy stood there removing his school jacket only his father turned on him so fast that he took several steps back into a wall.
"Why did you do it, son?" he asked in a cross way.
Shrugs his shoulders.
"You could have taken her eye out; luckily, the rock missed by an inch and took her eyebrow out."
"Oh, glad that didn't happen." Timothy said in a meek tone.
"I had to explain to Mr. Rand that you didn't mean to actually harm Nancy at all."
"She just got in the way." He said without thinking.
"In the way, so there was another, a boy?" he questions his son.
Well, that would work he thought, not naming anyone and the kid won't beat the crap out of him tomorrow morning.
"Uh-huh, yeah that's right." His voice sounded rather scared.
"Tell, me who." It wasn't a question.
"Dunno. There were too many faces watching."
His father took several steps back and locates a pencil with a notepad. He licks the tip of the lead point and stood there waiting for names. With his hand poised at the ready to jot down anything that Timothy said.
"Now, I told your principal that you'd name all parties involved, if so, your punishment at the school will be reduced. Instead of a whole month of yard cleanup duty, you'd get one week."
There were consequences and he knew that either way he was in trouble. "Most of the kids in Mrs. Gann's class." Yep, he wasn't a stool pigeon.
"So, you are willing to take the fall for your classmates?"
"No, Dad."
"Then there are others."
"Yes." Damn him for his ways.
Why didn't he think of it before? Nancy is the key to all of this.
"Do you fancy this girl?" he questions him once again.
Timothy spun around rather shocked at how his father knew.
Bingo!
"You find her attractive then?"
"Dad."
"Then, the punishment stays, one whole month of yard cleanup."
They never spoke of this mishap ever again.
