A/N: Just a little Alan weeTracy whump with a touch of brotherly fluff
Reviews appreciated.
Sad-Blue-Eyed-Angel 2010
Loud sobbing of a child carried through the house. Scott immediately heard it as he was entering the living room from outside having just finished his afternoon run. The eighteen-year-old instantly attuned to the crying and he wanted to get to the bottom of it. Going in search of the source, Scott happened upon John kneeling down, he was cradling the wailing child in his arms trying in vain to shush him. The crying child sobbed harder when John shifted them both to address Scott.
"I just found him like this Scooter, he hasn't stopped crying since he left the bathroom."
Scott looked around, surprised that their grandma wasn't swooping in for the rescue. "Where's grandma?"
"She left Alan with me while she ran to the store to get stuff for dinner. She should be back any time now." John explained. He'd taken to rubbing Alan's back comfortingly at a loss of how to comfort his baby brother.
"What's the matter Sprout?" Scott asked as he crouched beside John to look into his youngest brother's eyes.
"Hurts!" Alan wailed.
"What hurts kiddo?" John asked as he looked up and down his kid brother's body. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. No cuts, bumps or scratches and no outward indication that anything was wrong.
Alan couldn't seem to say what was causing his pain and he gestured vaguely downwards. John kept looking his brother over as well until he spotted where his seven-year-old brother was pointing.
"Oh Sprout, I'm so sorry." John gently picked up his youngest brother under his arms and looked at Scott inclining his head for the two of them to go into their bedroom with their youngest brother. Scott followed, closing the door gently so as not to arouse suspicion if their grandma had returned. Once the two older brothers had their baby brother in private, John dropped onto his knees to pay close attention to the problem at hand. When Scott saw that John was gently trying to free their baby brother from his zipper, he hissed in discomfort.
"Ooh, looks like he got himself zipped in good." Scott remarked as he watched John try to gently work their brother's zipper back down to minimize injury.
"Don't pull kiddo, I know it hurts." John could be heard murmuring to keep his brother from panicking.
Turning, Scott went into his and John's shared bathroom and grabbed a tube of neosporin. That looked very painful and Scott was sure Alan would have a bit of torn skin. They'd all done it at least once, not that Scott wanted to do it ever again. Hearing his brother's renewed tears, Scott went back into his bedroom where John just got Alan freed from the teeth of his pants zipper. The seven-year-old was crying hard, John was hugging the crying boy meanwhile his zipper was still undone because of Alan immediately dissolving into tears when John got him released.
"Hey buddy, you have an ouchie?" Scott sat on his bed, opening the tube of neosporin. "Can I see your ouchie?"
Alan showed him and John his ouchie. Both older brothers hissed as they remembered the many times they'd made the same mistake. It always hurt just the same.
"Okay Sprout, take a bit of this and rub it onto your ouchie." Scott squirted a bit of neosporin onto his baby brother's fingertip. John and Scott supervised Alan putting the medication onto his ouchie and then they helped him make sure he didn't accidentally get himself caught in his zipper again.
"We're going to have to keep an eye on that kiddo, so after your bath tonight we'll need to put some more medicine on it."
John and Scott both led Alan from their bedroom, having gotten his tears to stop now that the source of his pain had diminished.
"Thank you, Scotty, thank you Johnny." Alan hugged both of his older brothers in gratitude for not laughing at him when he suffered the indignity of getting himself caught in his zipper. It had never happened before and that was why Alan began to cry. It hurt really bad.
"No need to thank us Sprout. We're just doing our jobs as your big brothers." Scott kissed his brother's temple while John playfully squeezed his kid brother's cheek while tickling his ribs. "Did you want to go into the living room and play a video game?"
"Yay!" Alan grew excited at that having now dissolved into laughter at John's tickling, the pain of his earlier injury having been forgotten. John, Scott and Alan went into the living room, playing video games all afternoon until their father got home from work and their brothers got home from being out with their friends. Their grandma who had been there all day as baby sitter for Alan had been hard at work making dinner. It was a good end to the day.