A little boy sat in the corner, moping. In another corner, on the oppisite side of the room, a diferent little boy, who was moping just as much, sat. In the next room two woman sat, trying to figure out what to do.
Their two sons, Osmond Blackadder and Kevin Darling didn't get along. Which was a pity, because their mothers were the best of friends and visited with each other every weekend. Since there was noone else availiable to watch the children, they had to bring them. These visits always led to the two children brawling and a bloody nose and a split lip. Had done since they were old enough to pack enough pwoer into a punch to do damage.
"We need to think of something." One mother said, looking into the other room, where one boy had turned around to stick his tongue out at the other. "Face your corner!"
"We do. But what?"
After a few hours, in which the boys had been released, got into another fight and put back in the corners, the mothers had decided something. It didn't make the most sense, but it might work.
The next morning, little Osmond Blackadder's mum took him down to the court house, where they met with Kevin Darling and his mum. After a few minutes of talking (or face making and whispered insults between the two boys) they went in.
How the plan worked without any real cause for it, we may never know. But, it should be noted that the two boys came out of the court house Kevin Darling-Blackadder and Osmond Darling-Blackadder. They were brothers by name now.
This was supposed to have made them hate each other less. It almost worked. It's almost worked until they were in their late teens, when something about the arrangement combined with something about Osmond had Really Pissed Him Off. He had left home and moved far away. He did, however, remain in touch with Osmond. They sent one another insulting postcards.
Even after Osmond moved to become the man in charge of the Queen's lawn sprinklers, a week didn't go by without a postcard.
This postcard answered the question he had asked about why Kevin had disappeared.
Dear Git,
I disappeared because I left, idiot. Why did I leave? Well that's more complicated. You see, we are brothers by name. And that bothered me. I cannot think of a subtle way to put this, so I'm going to drop it on you, if it hits too hard, take a nap and then get back to me. You see, I love you.
Write back eventually, even if it's to tell me off.
Kevin
a/n: ....and I think I'll just leave it there. So, origin two. Done. Four more to go until I have to start thinking again. And long live The Slash!
Their two sons, Osmond Blackadder and Kevin Darling didn't get along. Which was a pity, because their mothers were the best of friends and visited with each other every weekend. Since there was noone else availiable to watch the children, they had to bring them. These visits always led to the two children brawling and a bloody nose and a split lip. Had done since they were old enough to pack enough pwoer into a punch to do damage.
"We need to think of something." One mother said, looking into the other room, where one boy had turned around to stick his tongue out at the other. "Face your corner!"
"We do. But what?"
After a few hours, in which the boys had been released, got into another fight and put back in the corners, the mothers had decided something. It didn't make the most sense, but it might work.
The next morning, little Osmond Blackadder's mum took him down to the court house, where they met with Kevin Darling and his mum. After a few minutes of talking (or face making and whispered insults between the two boys) they went in.
How the plan worked without any real cause for it, we may never know. But, it should be noted that the two boys came out of the court house Kevin Darling-Blackadder and Osmond Darling-Blackadder. They were brothers by name now.
This was supposed to have made them hate each other less. It almost worked. It's almost worked until they were in their late teens, when something about the arrangement combined with something about Osmond had Really Pissed Him Off. He had left home and moved far away. He did, however, remain in touch with Osmond. They sent one another insulting postcards.
Even after Osmond moved to become the man in charge of the Queen's lawn sprinklers, a week didn't go by without a postcard.
This postcard answered the question he had asked about why Kevin had disappeared.
Dear Git,
I disappeared because I left, idiot. Why did I leave? Well that's more complicated. You see, we are brothers by name. And that bothered me. I cannot think of a subtle way to put this, so I'm going to drop it on you, if it hits too hard, take a nap and then get back to me. You see, I love you.
Write back eventually, even if it's to tell me off.
Kevin
a/n: ....and I think I'll just leave it there. So, origin two. Done. Four more to go until I have to start thinking again. And long live The Slash!