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"So, what do you think they're doing?" I asked Brittany. She was
chewing on her pinky finger nail and flipping between CNN and the local
news every few minutes.
"I don't know. There's nothing on anywhere about it. I hope
everybody comes back okay. I don't know what I'd do if Daddy was hurt
or something." she said, still chewing on that nail.
"You'd miss the charge card, wouldn't you?" I said trying to
lighten the mood. She shot me a glare that could kill letting me know
that wasn't quite the way to do it.
"I'd miss my daddy okay? My mom too. I love both of my parents
and I don't see why that's so hard for you to understand." Brittany said
staring again at the screen.
"Maybe it's because I never really had much family history. I
know my dad and that's it. The X-Men and Professor Summers are
great, but I never really did have a real family like you." I said trying
hard not to sound bitter about it. "And you know what? I'm worried
about my dad too, but I just want you to relax. You'll drive yourself
crazy watching news like that."
"I'm just worried. I want to know what's going on." she said. "I
want my daddy to be alright."
"Don't worry about them. They're professionals. I'm sure that
they can handle anything." I said catapulting myself into the air and
landing neatly on the inflatable chair. "Since you're flipping around
anyway, can you at least add Teletoon into the mix? The pointless
cartoons will distract us."
"Well... I suppose you're right." she said slowly.
"Of course I'm right. I'll go hunt down some snacks and you find
Teletoon." I told her as I flipped over the back of the inflated
imitation velvet chair in search of the sugary or salty sustenance.
"There's chips in the bag on the cupboard handle." Brittany called
to me from where she was.
"Chips like Lays or chips like McCain's?" I asked.
"Chips like Humpty Dumpty." she replied.
Chips in hand, I went back in to see what she was watching. There
was a poorly drawn, but totally sweet fly cloning sugar cubes. It fell in
it's machine and the poor little things sugar was eaten by it's clones.
"This is cute. What is this?" I asked.
"Fly Tales. It's cute, and it's better than Toy Castle." Brittany
said tossing me the remote in return for the chips.
"First of all, why the remote? I don't know how to use it, and
second, Toy Castle?" I asked half laughing.
"My cousin was over and she's only two, so Uncle Jamie said to
stick her in front of the tv and hope she didn't alter anything but the
channel." she explained. "I was stuck watching Toy Castle and Blue's
Clues and anything else that Treehouse was showing until she left."
"Okay, but why the remote?" I asked.
"So I don't flip back to CNN or something." she said. "Guard it
with your life."
"Sure, why not?" I said. "I'll turn it into a treasure horde."
She laughed, more at the fly than me and opened the chips. "I'll
go get the soda." she said walking off in search of a cola and anything
but root beer but hopefully cream soda. She reappeared a few seconds
later with a cola and cream soda.
"Just as I predicted. Cola and cream soda." I said as she handed
me the pink can.
"Hey, do you really think they'll be alright?" she asked popping the
ring thing on her pop.
"How many languages would you like this in? Yes." I said mildly
miffed that she was still so worried. "Now stop worrying and we can
melt our brains while watching Futurama."
"Talia, I can't stop worrying." she said.
"Will it make you feel better if I switch this to CNN for a few
minutes?" I asked. I was starting to get worried too. It had been about
an hour and that's how long most routine missions took.
"...we go now live to our on site reporter." the anchor was saying.
"Ted, how are things out there?"
"They're a tad bit bad actually. The super group called Excalibur
and the STRIKE Shock Force troops are trying to halt the tide of
stone men but numbers seem to be weighing heavily on them." Tim
replied from inside a gale. "This storm is being caused by the elemental
Meggan in a hope to melt them."
That was all Brittany needed to hear. She sat nibbling that same
nail and stared, listening to everything that was said. I couldn't help
myself from staring too. I wanted so badly to go out there and help
them. We watched until it was all over. Still worried we waited for our
parents to come home.
"Brittany honey, we're back." her father said, opening the door.
He was still dressed in his costume, or what was left of it. The red,
white and blue had been stained with dirt and there were monstrously
large rips in the shirt.
"Daddy!" Brittany squealed hugging him so tightly that my ribs
hurt just looking at them.
"Honey, I maybe nearly invulnerable, but I still need to breathe."
he said, returning her embrace.
"Ah, spontaneous displays of affection... shall I expect one from
you?" Dad asked limping a bit in a similarly tattered state.
"Well then it wouldn't be spontaneous anymore would it?" I said
hugging him. "I love you Daddy*"
(*translated from German)
"Where's Mom?" Brittany asked. Our fathers exchanged worried
glances. "Something's happened hasn't it?"
Well, that seems as good a place to end this. Actually, I just can't think
of anything else to write yet. Please R&R. I love all types of reviews. The
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the quote.
people shall R&R this fic. Thank you for caring. On with nerve racking
wait!
"So, what do you think they're doing?" I asked Brittany. She was
chewing on her pinky finger nail and flipping between CNN and the local
news every few minutes.
"I don't know. There's nothing on anywhere about it. I hope
everybody comes back okay. I don't know what I'd do if Daddy was hurt
or something." she said, still chewing on that nail.
"You'd miss the charge card, wouldn't you?" I said trying to
lighten the mood. She shot me a glare that could kill letting me know
that wasn't quite the way to do it.
"I'd miss my daddy okay? My mom too. I love both of my parents
and I don't see why that's so hard for you to understand." Brittany said
staring again at the screen.
"Maybe it's because I never really had much family history. I
know my dad and that's it. The X-Men and Professor Summers are
great, but I never really did have a real family like you." I said trying
hard not to sound bitter about it. "And you know what? I'm worried
about my dad too, but I just want you to relax. You'll drive yourself
crazy watching news like that."
"I'm just worried. I want to know what's going on." she said. "I
want my daddy to be alright."
"Don't worry about them. They're professionals. I'm sure that
they can handle anything." I said catapulting myself into the air and
landing neatly on the inflatable chair. "Since you're flipping around
anyway, can you at least add Teletoon into the mix? The pointless
cartoons will distract us."
"Well... I suppose you're right." she said slowly.
"Of course I'm right. I'll go hunt down some snacks and you find
Teletoon." I told her as I flipped over the back of the inflated
imitation velvet chair in search of the sugary or salty sustenance.
"There's chips in the bag on the cupboard handle." Brittany called
to me from where she was.
"Chips like Lays or chips like McCain's?" I asked.
"Chips like Humpty Dumpty." she replied.
Chips in hand, I went back in to see what she was watching. There
was a poorly drawn, but totally sweet fly cloning sugar cubes. It fell in
it's machine and the poor little things sugar was eaten by it's clones.
"This is cute. What is this?" I asked.
"Fly Tales. It's cute, and it's better than Toy Castle." Brittany
said tossing me the remote in return for the chips.
"First of all, why the remote? I don't know how to use it, and
second, Toy Castle?" I asked half laughing.
"My cousin was over and she's only two, so Uncle Jamie said to
stick her in front of the tv and hope she didn't alter anything but the
channel." she explained. "I was stuck watching Toy Castle and Blue's
Clues and anything else that Treehouse was showing until she left."
"Okay, but why the remote?" I asked.
"So I don't flip back to CNN or something." she said. "Guard it
with your life."
"Sure, why not?" I said. "I'll turn it into a treasure horde."
She laughed, more at the fly than me and opened the chips. "I'll
go get the soda." she said walking off in search of a cola and anything
but root beer but hopefully cream soda. She reappeared a few seconds
later with a cola and cream soda.
"Just as I predicted. Cola and cream soda." I said as she handed
me the pink can.
"Hey, do you really think they'll be alright?" she asked popping the
ring thing on her pop.
"How many languages would you like this in? Yes." I said mildly
miffed that she was still so worried. "Now stop worrying and we can
melt our brains while watching Futurama."
"Talia, I can't stop worrying." she said.
"Will it make you feel better if I switch this to CNN for a few
minutes?" I asked. I was starting to get worried too. It had been about
an hour and that's how long most routine missions took.
"...we go now live to our on site reporter." the anchor was saying.
"Ted, how are things out there?"
"They're a tad bit bad actually. The super group called Excalibur
and the STRIKE Shock Force troops are trying to halt the tide of
stone men but numbers seem to be weighing heavily on them." Tim
replied from inside a gale. "This storm is being caused by the elemental
Meggan in a hope to melt them."
That was all Brittany needed to hear. She sat nibbling that same
nail and stared, listening to everything that was said. I couldn't help
myself from staring too. I wanted so badly to go out there and help
them. We watched until it was all over. Still worried we waited for our
parents to come home.
"Brittany honey, we're back." her father said, opening the door.
He was still dressed in his costume, or what was left of it. The red,
white and blue had been stained with dirt and there were monstrously
large rips in the shirt.
"Daddy!" Brittany squealed hugging him so tightly that my ribs
hurt just looking at them.
"Honey, I maybe nearly invulnerable, but I still need to breathe."
he said, returning her embrace.
"Ah, spontaneous displays of affection... shall I expect one from
you?" Dad asked limping a bit in a similarly tattered state.
"Well then it wouldn't be spontaneous anymore would it?" I said
hugging him. "I love you Daddy*"
(*translated from German)
"Where's Mom?" Brittany asked. Our fathers exchanged worried
glances. "Something's happened hasn't it?"
Well, that seems as good a place to end this. Actually, I just can't think
of anything else to write yet. Please R&R. I love all types of reviews. The
good, the bad and the ugly. The beautiful are nice too, but that's not in
the quote.