"So Lifelike!"
By GirlX2
Well, I'm over my cold, so the chapters may come a bit quicker now...
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"So Dana's action figure came to life two nights ago, and the two of you have been taking care of him since?" Ian asked placidly.
"Yeah." Matt nodded.
"And the only people who know are the three of us."
"Yes to that as well." Jack replied over his oatmeal.
Matt shuffled around the kitchen nervously .When he got nervous, he cooked. He was presently cooking every breakfast food he could get his hands on, resulting a fair meal for the other two men. Jack was seated on the wooden island, with Ian lounging on a nearby stool. Their father was asleep after his night shift.
"Oh crap, I'm gonna have to tell Dana you found out." Matt groaned, whisking some eggs furiously. "I wasn't supposed to tell anyone."
"Well, you can't keep this a secret forever." Ian replied.
"We can bloody well try," Jack said in a low voice. "Unless you're making a threat."
Ian held up his hands. "I'm not about to tell anyone. I may be ever so slightly eccentric, but I'm by no means stupid."
"I like 'im." Jack jerked a thumb as the man.
"You would." Matt grumbled. "He's my smartass brother."
"Older brother." Ian added. "And you're a smartass too."
"It runs in our genetics on both sides." Matt admitted, pouring the eggs into a skillet.
"You keep cooking like that and we'll run out of food." Ian said mildly.
"Why are you unfazed by this?" Matt demanded. "When I saw Jack for the first time-"
"-Captain Sparrow to you, Whelp."
"-I almost had a brain aneurism!" Matt finished, ignoring the pirate.
"That's because you are a naturally illogical and panicky individual." Ian said, a small smile curling across his face. "Whereas I am calm by nature. Not to mention years of playing D&D, VTM, and reading fantasy novels have left me a bit more equipped to deal with the impossible."
"I've been doing that too!" Matt argued.
"Oh, my mistake. I guess its because I'm smart." Ian said smugly.
"Basted." Matt grumbled.
"I really like 'im." Jack added.
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After much debate Dana had convinced her Mother that she was able to go to work. She insisted the fainting spell of the previous day was nothing more than a temporary lapse after Matt had relayed a shocking joke from one of his favorite comedians.
She pulled into the parking lot, trying to keep her mind on the task at hand.
'Just a few more hours, then I can get Jack and Matt apart. They've both promised to behave so I'm not going to worry.'
'Yeah and if you believe that I've got some real-estate on cannibal island to sell.' An inner voice replied mockingly.
'Oy vay.'
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The three men eventually settled into a tense silence and began watching TV. Jack paid little attention to the program. His thought had drifted back to the sea.
'I've been here three days now.'
'Well, bad luck comes in three's. Last time it was, mutiny, marooning, and…about ten years of being ship-less.' Jack frowned pensively at this. 'That definitely counts as more than three things.'
'Conversely, Dana's supposed to arrive here at three o'clock to get me away from these lunatics. P'haps those three's really do mean something.'
'By 'something' you do mean suddenly going back home in the same mysterious manner that you arrived in?' The inner voice questioned.
'You are getting very annoying mate.' Jack sighed aloud.
'You do realize that I am you?'
'Yes.'
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The rest of the day passed uneventfully, aside from lunch. Matt, having exhausted the household's food supply at breakfast, made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Jack found the sticky brown substance intriguing, but spent several embarrassing minutes trying to un-stick it from his gold and silver teeth, much to Matt and Ian's amusement. Upon finishing the meal, Matt went back to his videogames, and Ian left for work. This left the pirate mostly to his own devices, which consisted of watching TV.
Finally, three o'clock came.
And went.
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Dana left the office quickly, cursing the 'emergency meeting' that had been called, causing her to be late. She pulled onto the main road and turned on her Wicked CD.
'Matt didn't call all day, so things are fine.' She assured herself to the chorus of 'No one mourns the Wicked'.
Even if her thoughts hadn't been elsewhere she wouldn't have seen the other car coming up behind her.
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Once four o'clock went by, Matt grew worried.
"I'll just try her cell." Matt dialed his phone. "Hello, D-Mrs. Braxton?"
His expression turned deeply confused. "Dana was supposed to…"
He trailed off, his face growing pale.
"Oh my God. What hospital?"
"Hospital?" Jack leapt up the word.
"I'll be right there." Matt said, scrabbling for the car keys.
"What's happened?" Jack shouted from the couch.
The look on Matt's face chilled him. "Dana's been in a car accident."
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