Well, should be doing a lot of other writing, but I was listening to this one piece by The Cab on Pandora and started doing this with a hairbrush. THen I remembered a youtube vid that's awesome with Jason and this piece. So I had to do this, real fast. Plus review were at 666, and I thought I should change that before bed. =P Enjoy!

Jason-13 Tim-9

One With the Broom

Okay, so he broke a Ming vase, big whoop. That was no reason for Alfred to give Jason the evil eye. A broom and dustpan, yes, but not the eye! A wet cloth for little pieces he missed, sure, but not having his cookie privileges taken away! Why was Alfred so cruel some times?! Worst yet, his punishment was to clean the entire hallway he was using for bowling practice.

At least Alfred was nice enough to let him have his iPod and listen to tunes while he worked. Would have been pure hell if he didn't have something to take his mind off of it. Majority of his music was fun and bouncy, something you could really sink your teeth into. Edgier, usually with electric guitars, drums, and occasionally a violin (don't dis the violin. Those people are good!). He was nearly done when one of his favorite pieces started playing.

And frankly he could never keep still when it went on. He sometimes even sang along.

And with a broom in his hands, he really couldn't resist.

"Get out your guns, battle's begun, are you a saint or a sinner?" the former street rat sang into his imaginary mike on the end of the broom. "If love's a fight, then I shall die, with my heart on a trigger! They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for. Well baby, you're all that I adore! If love is what you need, a soldier I will be!"

He leaned over with the broom, pretending he was being dramatic with the stand as he poured out his soul over the chorus. "I'm an angel with a shotgun! Fightin' til the wars won! I don't care if Heaven won't take me back! I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe! Don't you know you're everything I have! And IIIiiiiIIiiiiii… wanna live, not just survive…. Tonight!"

Jason turned sharply, imaging himself on a stage in front of fans and trying to be oh so attractive as he started the next verse. "Sometimes to win, you've got to sin! Don't mean I'm not a believer. And Major Tom, will sing along. Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer!"

"You sure are." The teen jerked around to see Tim watching him sing, amused. His brother gave him an annoyed glare before deciding to milk this for all it was worth anyway. Why should the twerp dictate whether he had fun or not?

"They say before you start a war," he got into the little genius' face as he continued to sing, "you better know what you're fighting for. Well baby, you're all that I adore! If love is what you need, a soldier I will be!"

"If you insist," the kid commented, not flinching as he continued to watch his entertainment.

"I'm an angel with a shotgun! Fightin' til the wars won! I don't care if Heaven won't take me back! I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe! Don't you know you're everything I have! And IIIiiiiIIiiiiii… wanna live, not just survive, tonight." A grin on his face, Jason started strumming the broom, carrying it like a guitar during the 'Oohh's and 'whoa's. His kid brother laughed at him, only to jerk back when he got into his face nearly deadly serious as he sang the next part. "I'm an angel with a shotgun. Fightin' til the wars won. I don't care if Heaven won't take me back…."

Just before the next run of the chorus started, he leapt back to full height a couple steps away from him, still playing guitar with the broom. "I'm an angel with a shotgun! Fightin' til the wars won! I don't care if Heaven won't take me back! I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe! Don't you know you're everything I have! And IIIiiiiIIiiiiii… wanna live, not just survive, tonight. And I'm gonna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight!"

He brought the broom back up to its upright position, giving his face the perfect image of sincerity, before finishing the piece into the handle. "They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for. Well baby, you're all that I adore. If love is what you need, a soldier I will be…."

Bowing dramatically, Jason received a laughing applause from Tim, demanding an encore. "Thank you, thank you. My next piece is going to be, 'Better Luck Next Time Timbo!'"

"Ah come on!" The kid demanded, following him back to his filled dustpan, bag of broken glass, and ruined rags. "You've got a great voice! You should be a singer."

"Ah, no thanks." He finished putting all the trash together to take it down to the garage and the cans stored there. "Still freak out at talent show tryouts. I think I'll just stay one with the broom and hairbrush mikes if you don't mind."

Tim pouted, thinking it was such a waste. "Too bad. I like it when you sing."

"Yeah, except that I break rule 2 all the time with my tunes." Jason grinned at that. He liked that song on multiple levels, and that was one of them. It was so him. "Dad would throw a fit if he heard me singing that."

"Maybe." His kid brother just grinned after him. "But I still like hearing you sing."

A/N: my sister did this all the time in college, except it was to beach boys. Come to think of it, we did this at home at random too, to 'Fiddler on the Roof' soundtracks. Don't you think 'Angel with a Shotgun' suits Jason perfectly?! Course this is kinda my first song fic (not intended, seriously) unless you count caroling one too. hope it wasn't too bad.

Well back to writing more serious stuff and trying to play catch up.