Waiting Up
By Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: Pixar owns them.
Scott looked at the clock: 3:22 am. Scott always waits for the man the public calls Thunderhead (who he calls Nick) no matter how long it is.
It was a dangerous job that Thunderhead worked. It was constantly in the air: they had made various legal arrangements so that Scott would retain custody of the kid if the worse should happen.
Scott randomly ruffled his hair. Both of them were already turning gray.
A va-rurrl of the garage door opening was heard.
"I'm home." Nick announced.
Scott finally allowed himself to fall asleep.
"Well, that's real supportive." Nick chuckled.