See! You survived! :D


Two Days Later...

I couldn't help the chuckle that slipped out of me when I looked at the miserable figure lying on the hospital bed.

"Shut up, Danny. S'not funny." Jamie mumbled, not even bothering to open his eyes and glare at me. His comment only made the situation ever funnier.

"Only you." I choked out, trying in vain to control my mirth.

"Danny..."

"I can't help it!"

"Daniel." I stopped mid laugh at the use of my full name and looked over at the spot where our father sat with one eyebrow raised in a gesture of warning. I slumped in the implement of torture that was disguised as a chair and let out a huff.

"Knock, knock." I turned to see Renzulli poking his head around the door.

"Heyyy, Sargeee!" Jamie slurred giving the man a wide grin as he stepped into the room. Tony smirked.

"Wow, Kid, you must be doped up pretty good there." He said and I snorted.

"Yup, he's chock full of all the good stuff." I said.

"I'm floatin' of cloudssss." My little brother murmured and—not for the last time—I wished that I had a tape recorder with me. This would be awesome blackmail material. I saw Renzulli turn his head slightly as he tried to hide the amused grin that was trying to spread across his face. When he finally was able to control himself, he cleared his throat and passed me a manila envelope that I hadn't realized he had been holding.

"Here you go, Reagan, the ballistics report that you asked for." I nodded my thanks and quickly tore open the envelope and pulled out the paper with the results. My smile died on my face.

"What the...?" I passed the document over to my father as I felt confusion overwhelm me. He studied the paper for a moment and then handed it back to Tony. He let out a laugh when he read its content.

"Well, Kid, it looks like your brother here was the one who put that bullet in your backside. Apparently, your ass makes an excellent target." He sniggered uncontrollably and I sat there gaping at him, then I turned to see what my brother thought of the news. His eyes were wide and he lifted his head off of the pillow about an inch.

"Danny, you shot me." He breathed, sounding more lucid than he had all morning. I raised my hands in surrender.

"Hey! It's not my fault the bullet ricocheted! Besides, how in the world did it end up in your butt? That's what I'd like to know."

"I was trying to find some cover, you idiot! It must have hit me when I was sliding behind that loveseat." He said, grumpily, glaring at me.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, I'm not about to kiss it better!" My father, who had been trying to keep it together finally let out a guffaw and the next minute everyone in the room, except for Jamie, was in hysterics.

"It's not funny!" He cried, dropping his head back onto the pillow, which made us all laugh harder. His position on the bed didn't really allow him any chance at dignity. He lay on his stomach with his bandaged hindquarters on display for all the world to see.

When the laughter died down to a few giggles, Tony muttered a quick get well soon and slipped from the room. Dad stood up, popping his back and stretching his arms over his head to get the kinks out of his body.

"Well, I think I'll head on back and get some rest. I'll be back in the morning to pick you up and bring you home." He said, leaning down and patting Jamie on the shoulder.

"What? But I don't-" He laid a long finger on my siblings lips, stopping the low o words.

"Jamison, no buts." Jamie groaned at the comment and Dad and I shared a smirk.

"You're coming home with me and that's final." He picked up his coat and with another fond look at the figure on the bed, he went out the door. Jamie moaned and rubbed his face with his left hand.

"I'm never gonna live this down am I?" He asked and I gave him an evil grin.

"Nope." I replied cheerfully, popping the p.

"Not in a million years."

~Finis


Aaaaand that's it! I hoped you enjoyed it; I was actually supposed to be working on my Merlin fanfic, but this demanded my full attention. :)