TITLE: The Adventures of Creed Ziegler. (1/?)
AUTHOR: Melissa Orr
DISCLAIMER: I own only Creed, the rest of the gang belongs Aaron Sorkin.
NOTES: This takes place two years after, My Brothers Son. For a much better understanding of this story, I recommend you reading that one first.
RATING: PG-13 (Mostly for language)
PAIRING: Right now, it's CJ/Toby friendship, but more pairings may surface in the future. Just to warn you.
The Adventures of Creed Ziegler (1/?)
"I can't find the soap!" Creed yelled from upstairs.
"It's in the drawer next to the toilet!" Toby yelled back, trying to make two cheese sandwiches.
"Found it!"
"We're going to be late!" Toby mentioned, still trying to figure out how to take the plastic off the cheese.
"Uncle, when are we ever on time?" Creed walked in, smiling. "What's for lunch?"
"Cheese sandwich," Toby answered. "Maybe."
"I had that yesterday," Creed moaned. "Why can't I have the schools lunch?"
"Because I don't trust their food," Toby said. "Here."
"Uncle, the bread looks black," Creed looked over.
"Fine, what else do we have," Toby gave up and threw it in the garbage. "Can you think of anything?"
"It's been three weeks since we went to the store," Creed said sarcastically.
"Fine, you can have the schools lunch," Toby growled. "What time is it?" He asked, fixing his tie.
"Eight," Creed shook his head.
"What time does school start?" Toby looked down, dreading the answer.
"Eight," Creed laughed.
"Shit!" Toby snapped. "Uh…I didn't say that word."
"Yes you did," Creed grinned.
"I'll tell the teacher that we woke up late," Toby said, getting his bag and suit case together.
"I've been to school everyday this year," Creed mentioned.
"Yeah, and you have three more months to go until summer break," Toby smiled.
"Can I please just skip one day?" Creed asked.
"Creedance Ziegler, this is part of the domino effect. You skip once, you'll always skip."
"It's just this once," Creed pleaded. "And don't use my full name, I hate that."
"You're seven years old, what do you want to do? Drive around and pick up the girls?" Toby said sarcastically. "Crap!"
"What?" Creed asked.
"I forgot about the meeting I had this morning," Toby banged his head on the door.
"What meeting?"
"With Richie," Toby moaned.
"Who's Richie?"
"He's going to be the Republican nominee for the Presidential election," Toby answered.
"The idiot?"
"Yep," Toby whined. "Come on,"
"Can I please stay home?"
"No, you need all the sick days for when you're really sick," Toby said, dragging Creed out to the car.
"But doing it that way won't let me enjoy the time off,"
"That's because you'll be sick,"
"Exactly!" Creed smiled.
"Get in the car," Toby ordered.
"Fine, but I'm not going to learn anything today. I won't let myself,"
"You will, you know why?" Toby smiled, starting the car.
"Why?"
"Because your mind is an open book, even when you block any information from getting in, something always snicks by. It's nature,"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Creed moaned.
"Lets go," Toby laughed, driving to the school.
TBC
AUTHOR: Melissa Orr
DISCLAIMER: I own only Creed, the rest of the gang belongs Aaron Sorkin.
NOTES: This takes place two years after, My Brothers Son. For a much better understanding of this story, I recommend you reading that one first.
RATING: PG-13 (Mostly for language)
PAIRING: Right now, it's CJ/Toby friendship, but more pairings may surface in the future. Just to warn you.
The Adventures of Creed Ziegler (1/?)
"I can't find the soap!" Creed yelled from upstairs.
"It's in the drawer next to the toilet!" Toby yelled back, trying to make two cheese sandwiches.
"Found it!"
"We're going to be late!" Toby mentioned, still trying to figure out how to take the plastic off the cheese.
"Uncle, when are we ever on time?" Creed walked in, smiling. "What's for lunch?"
"Cheese sandwich," Toby answered. "Maybe."
"I had that yesterday," Creed moaned. "Why can't I have the schools lunch?"
"Because I don't trust their food," Toby said. "Here."
"Uncle, the bread looks black," Creed looked over.
"Fine, what else do we have," Toby gave up and threw it in the garbage. "Can you think of anything?"
"It's been three weeks since we went to the store," Creed said sarcastically.
"Fine, you can have the schools lunch," Toby growled. "What time is it?" He asked, fixing his tie.
"Eight," Creed shook his head.
"What time does school start?" Toby looked down, dreading the answer.
"Eight," Creed laughed.
"Shit!" Toby snapped. "Uh…I didn't say that word."
"Yes you did," Creed grinned.
"I'll tell the teacher that we woke up late," Toby said, getting his bag and suit case together.
"I've been to school everyday this year," Creed mentioned.
"Yeah, and you have three more months to go until summer break," Toby smiled.
"Can I please just skip one day?" Creed asked.
"Creedance Ziegler, this is part of the domino effect. You skip once, you'll always skip."
"It's just this once," Creed pleaded. "And don't use my full name, I hate that."
"You're seven years old, what do you want to do? Drive around and pick up the girls?" Toby said sarcastically. "Crap!"
"What?" Creed asked.
"I forgot about the meeting I had this morning," Toby banged his head on the door.
"What meeting?"
"With Richie," Toby moaned.
"Who's Richie?"
"He's going to be the Republican nominee for the Presidential election," Toby answered.
"The idiot?"
"Yep," Toby whined. "Come on,"
"Can I please stay home?"
"No, you need all the sick days for when you're really sick," Toby said, dragging Creed out to the car.
"But doing it that way won't let me enjoy the time off,"
"That's because you'll be sick,"
"Exactly!" Creed smiled.
"Get in the car," Toby ordered.
"Fine, but I'm not going to learn anything today. I won't let myself,"
"You will, you know why?" Toby smiled, starting the car.
"Why?"
"Because your mind is an open book, even when you block any information from getting in, something always snicks by. It's nature,"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Creed moaned.
"Lets go," Toby laughed, driving to the school.
TBC