A/N: In case you're wondering no I'm not making Tommy's life the worst day ever with no reason. It's just
there are days like that on this planet. Also I forgot to add a character/age list. I think I'll do this by family...
McNulty: Timmy: 18 Teddy and Terry: 15 ???? (they never say his name): 16 Daniel: 15 Pickles: Tommy: 15 Dil: 14 Angelica: 17 (after Angelica this is thier cousins) Timmy Raye: 15 Emmet: 17 Tammy Faye: 15 Tony: 16
Finster: Kimmi: 15 1/2 Chuckie: 18
Deville: Phil and Lil: 15 1/2
Charmichael: Alisa: 30 Buster: 24 Edwin: 22 Susie: 17
Other: (These are characters from random episodes that should appear) Dean: 17 Belinda: 15 Jean-Claude: 17 Megan: 16
NO BRAKES Chapter 3: Anger leads to hate
"You're serious aren't you Pickles?" Timmy said as Dean bounced the basket ball to him. "Dead serious." "Wow. I haven't seen Dil cry since we were little." Tammy whispered, thinking of her youngest cousin. "Man! I can't believe Uncle Stu and Aunt DiDi are splitting up." Tony muttered, running a comb through his think black hair. "It's not right Tommy and you know it!" Terry McNulty stood up angerily, narrowly missing a basketball in the head. It was gym time and the group of Rugrats, plus Tommy and Angelica's cousins, were standing in a circle bouning a backetball back and forth. "Yeah but what can we do about it?" Terry's older brother asked gloomily. "Well we've gotta' do something!" Timmy Raye said, thinking hard. "Anyone wanna' wrestle?" Emmet asked, looking longinly over to the mat. "No Emmet!" The Pickles clan said wearily. "Just checking." "I can't believe it Tommy. What are you and Dil going to do?" Lil asked sympathetically, passing the ball along to Kimmi. "You're not just going to let them do this are you?" Kimmi asked. She couldn't remember what life had been like without her older brother Chuckie. She didn't even want to try. "Of course he won't! My dad'll fix it don't worry Tommy!" Angelica tried to reassure him. "I'm not sure even your dad can stop this one Angelica." Timmy Raye sighed. "Uncle Drew and Aunt Charlotte can do lots of things but this is love we're talking about." "This being grown up stuff is hard. What happened to the good old days when the most we had to worry about was the guy on the oatmeal box?" Phil asked. Chuckie shivered at the name, which made Susie crack a smile. "Big brave dog remember?" Chuckie groaned, causeing them all to crack up. Tammy walked over and gave Tommy a reassuring hug. "Don't worry cuz. Everything'll work out for the best." "I don't care if my mum and dad split up. It'll make them both happier. But they're NOT taking away my little brother!" "If my parents split up and took Phil away from me I don't know what I'd do." Lil said, imagening the picture. "Or if mine took any of my brothers." Timmy agreed, although the picture of a little privacy appealed to him. "Or Kimmi." "Or..." "Okay I got the idea! You all agree with me that I can't let them split me and Dil up." Tommy ran his fingers through his hair, unsure of exactly what he was going to do. "Don't worry, we're with you all the way." Dean said, clapping Tommy on the back. Angelica sighed, and Timmy glowered. "Ow. Uh thanks Dean." Tommy caught the ball and threw it at Chuckie. They all remaind silent throughout the rest of gym. Tommy himself didn't talk the rest of the day. On the way home Tommy sat in back with Dil, who looked like his world had been turned upside down. Wich is reasonable being that it has. The other 4 didn't even try to engage the brothers in thier happy conversation about ice cream. They knew it was one subject meant to be left alone right then. "Thanks for the ride Chuckie." Tommy said when they got home. He glared angerily at the pink house he'd called home for his whole life. "Anytime Tommy. And...good luck." With that Tommy and Kimmi drove away. Tommy stormed up the walk to his house, Dil cowering behind him. They turned the knob and where instantly greeted by shouts and screams. "It's not fair to split them up DiDi!" "So what are we suppossed to do? Have one parent have both that's not fair either!" "Why do you insist on this divorce? All these troubles will go away!" "No they won't Stu! You're to busy down in that workshop doing usless things to make any money! If you would get a job like your brother we wouldn't be in this mess!" "SHUT-UP!" Tommy heard himself yell. Stu and DiDi looked up. Tommy stood in the door way, his face red and eyes afire. Dil stood behind him crying and hiccuping. "Oh Dil!" DiDi went to go hug her youngest son but Tommy stood in the way. "Don't you touch him!" Tommy cried. DiDi stepped back, startled. Tommy felt his anger over whelm him and he couldn't hold it any longer. Excepcilly not after he looked and saw the fright and terror on Dil's face. "YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT HOW WE FEEL ABOUT THIS DO YOU? YOU'RE TO WRAPPED UP IN YOUR OWN PROBLEMS TO SEE HOW FRIGHTENED THIS MAKES DIL! OR HOW ANGREY IT MAKES ME! OR HOW MUCH LIKE BABIES YOU SOUND! WELL I'M SICK OF IT! YOU'RE NOT SPLITTING US UP AND YOU'RE GOING TO WORK THIS OUT LIKE CALM MATURE ADULTS! THAT MEANS ACTUALLY CARING ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING AND LISTENING TO EACH OTHER!" With that Tommy took Dil's hand and lead his tearful brother up to thier Grandpa's room. He was already waiting there for them. The old man took both boys in his arms and hugged them close. It wasn't until then that what was really happening sunk in and Tommy started to cry, still not letting go of his little brother.
McNulty: Timmy: 18 Teddy and Terry: 15 ???? (they never say his name): 16 Daniel: 15 Pickles: Tommy: 15 Dil: 14 Angelica: 17 (after Angelica this is thier cousins) Timmy Raye: 15 Emmet: 17 Tammy Faye: 15 Tony: 16
Finster: Kimmi: 15 1/2 Chuckie: 18
Deville: Phil and Lil: 15 1/2
Charmichael: Alisa: 30 Buster: 24 Edwin: 22 Susie: 17
Other: (These are characters from random episodes that should appear) Dean: 17 Belinda: 15 Jean-Claude: 17 Megan: 16
NO BRAKES Chapter 3: Anger leads to hate
"You're serious aren't you Pickles?" Timmy said as Dean bounced the basket ball to him. "Dead serious." "Wow. I haven't seen Dil cry since we were little." Tammy whispered, thinking of her youngest cousin. "Man! I can't believe Uncle Stu and Aunt DiDi are splitting up." Tony muttered, running a comb through his think black hair. "It's not right Tommy and you know it!" Terry McNulty stood up angerily, narrowly missing a basketball in the head. It was gym time and the group of Rugrats, plus Tommy and Angelica's cousins, were standing in a circle bouning a backetball back and forth. "Yeah but what can we do about it?" Terry's older brother asked gloomily. "Well we've gotta' do something!" Timmy Raye said, thinking hard. "Anyone wanna' wrestle?" Emmet asked, looking longinly over to the mat. "No Emmet!" The Pickles clan said wearily. "Just checking." "I can't believe it Tommy. What are you and Dil going to do?" Lil asked sympathetically, passing the ball along to Kimmi. "You're not just going to let them do this are you?" Kimmi asked. She couldn't remember what life had been like without her older brother Chuckie. She didn't even want to try. "Of course he won't! My dad'll fix it don't worry Tommy!" Angelica tried to reassure him. "I'm not sure even your dad can stop this one Angelica." Timmy Raye sighed. "Uncle Drew and Aunt Charlotte can do lots of things but this is love we're talking about." "This being grown up stuff is hard. What happened to the good old days when the most we had to worry about was the guy on the oatmeal box?" Phil asked. Chuckie shivered at the name, which made Susie crack a smile. "Big brave dog remember?" Chuckie groaned, causeing them all to crack up. Tammy walked over and gave Tommy a reassuring hug. "Don't worry cuz. Everything'll work out for the best." "I don't care if my mum and dad split up. It'll make them both happier. But they're NOT taking away my little brother!" "If my parents split up and took Phil away from me I don't know what I'd do." Lil said, imagening the picture. "Or if mine took any of my brothers." Timmy agreed, although the picture of a little privacy appealed to him. "Or Kimmi." "Or..." "Okay I got the idea! You all agree with me that I can't let them split me and Dil up." Tommy ran his fingers through his hair, unsure of exactly what he was going to do. "Don't worry, we're with you all the way." Dean said, clapping Tommy on the back. Angelica sighed, and Timmy glowered. "Ow. Uh thanks Dean." Tommy caught the ball and threw it at Chuckie. They all remaind silent throughout the rest of gym. Tommy himself didn't talk the rest of the day. On the way home Tommy sat in back with Dil, who looked like his world had been turned upside down. Wich is reasonable being that it has. The other 4 didn't even try to engage the brothers in thier happy conversation about ice cream. They knew it was one subject meant to be left alone right then. "Thanks for the ride Chuckie." Tommy said when they got home. He glared angerily at the pink house he'd called home for his whole life. "Anytime Tommy. And...good luck." With that Tommy and Kimmi drove away. Tommy stormed up the walk to his house, Dil cowering behind him. They turned the knob and where instantly greeted by shouts and screams. "It's not fair to split them up DiDi!" "So what are we suppossed to do? Have one parent have both that's not fair either!" "Why do you insist on this divorce? All these troubles will go away!" "No they won't Stu! You're to busy down in that workshop doing usless things to make any money! If you would get a job like your brother we wouldn't be in this mess!" "SHUT-UP!" Tommy heard himself yell. Stu and DiDi looked up. Tommy stood in the door way, his face red and eyes afire. Dil stood behind him crying and hiccuping. "Oh Dil!" DiDi went to go hug her youngest son but Tommy stood in the way. "Don't you touch him!" Tommy cried. DiDi stepped back, startled. Tommy felt his anger over whelm him and he couldn't hold it any longer. Excepcilly not after he looked and saw the fright and terror on Dil's face. "YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT HOW WE FEEL ABOUT THIS DO YOU? YOU'RE TO WRAPPED UP IN YOUR OWN PROBLEMS TO SEE HOW FRIGHTENED THIS MAKES DIL! OR HOW ANGREY IT MAKES ME! OR HOW MUCH LIKE BABIES YOU SOUND! WELL I'M SICK OF IT! YOU'RE NOT SPLITTING US UP AND YOU'RE GOING TO WORK THIS OUT LIKE CALM MATURE ADULTS! THAT MEANS ACTUALLY CARING ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING AND LISTENING TO EACH OTHER!" With that Tommy took Dil's hand and lead his tearful brother up to thier Grandpa's room. He was already waiting there for them. The old man took both boys in his arms and hugged them close. It wasn't until then that what was really happening sunk in and Tommy started to cry, still not letting go of his little brother.
