Setting: AU!
Warnings: Mild-Heavy language, child abuse, mild-heavy violence
This Too Won't Pass
Chapter 7
Visitor
"That over there is called the North Star," Christian explained as he laid on the McMahon's damp lawn.
"It's so bright." John murmured enthusiastically as he stretched his arms above his head.
The Canadian gave out a little chuckle and continued his explanations. "If you connect this, this, that, this, and a few over there, you get this constellation called the Big Dipper."
"What's a constellation?"
"You never went star gazing with your brothers before?"
"No…"
"That's alright," Christian sighed, "a constellation is a picture you get when you connect a bunch'a stars together."
"Oh. Then what's a Big Dipper?"
"A dipper is like a cup with a stick attached to it."
"Why is it called the 'Big' Dipper?"
"Well John, if you connect these over here," the blonde explained as he pointed out a series of stars, "you get something similar to the Big Dipper except smaller. This one is called the Little Dipper."
John nodded as the high school student continued to point out more constellations.
"The Big Dipper is also called Great Bear."
"Why?"
"Well because, if you take the Big Dipper and connect it with these stars, you get a picture that looks like a bear."
"It doesn't look like a bear." John argued.
"You need a bit of imagination for this one."
"I still don't see it."
"There's the head," Christian pointed out, "body, arm, and butt."
"It still doesn't look like a bear." John concluded.
"What do you think it looks like then?"
"A bunch of stars and a dipper."
Christian chuckled and turned his head to face the younger boy's. "Next time Mr. McMahon has a party, be sure to come okay? I'll bring a telescope and we can check out the moon."
John nodded and said, "Okay!"
The two continued their conversations, and Christian would point out the remaining constellations he knew.
"You know John," the blonde sighed, "I always wanted a younger brother."
"Why? Shawny and Hunt always calls me annoying and immature and they keep patting my head and it makes me feel little," the younger boy huffed.
"I really don't know, I guess- I just like the company."
"I can be your pretend brother." John suggested with a large grin plastered along his face.
"I'd like that." the older boy accepted.
John's pupils wandered as he saw a familiar red car pass through the street. He watched it, and his eyes widened as it reversed and came up into the McMahon's driveway.
The smaller boy picked himself off the grass and dashed back into the house.
"Hey!" Christian called as he followed the boy.
John began searching frantically for his brothers. He tapped backs, and tugged on shirts with his new friend trailing after him.
"Is something wrong?"
"Christian," John panicked, "I need to find Shawny and Hunter!"
"John, calm down," the older boy spoke as he wiped away the forming tears around the smaller boy's eyes. "I'll help you find them okay?"
John nodded.
Christian knelt down and the smaller boy climbed onto his back. John laced his fingers with the fabric on the high school student's shirt and wrapped his legs around Christian's torso as he carried him.
"Our family is pretty good," the ash blonde junior lied as he and his brother chattered with other students, "we live with our step dad and he's pretty great."
"Shawn!" Christian yelled.
"Hey Christian," Shawn smiled and waved his hands in the air, "what are you doing with my brother?"
"Well… We were looking at stars until he ran into the house with a sudden urge to find you."
"Shawny! Hunter!" the youngest screamed as he clutched Christian's shirt, "Dad is here!"
"Here?" Hunter asked with wide eyes.
"Outside!"
"We have to go." Shawn added as he pulled Hunter, and in a flash, the two were literally out the door in a split second. Christian trailed after with the youngest on his back who seemed to be clutching to the fabric for dear life.
The minute he stepped outside he saw Hunter pinned against their car door, and Shawn was laying on the floor gasping for air.
John buried his face as deep as he could into the fabric of Christian's shirt and began crying heavily.
What kind of sick man beats their own kids? Christian thought, his nostrils flaring with anger.
As the man turned to face the Canadian, the two familiar eyes met each other.
"Dad?" Christian asked uncertainly.
"Hey son, long time no see."
A/N: Sorry this one is short ):