I know this is just fluff, but I just had to add it. I should have another chapter ready to post on thursday, sooner if I can.
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Chapter 9 Miracle or Magic
Stephen was running late, he had one stop to make before his morning routine at the clinic would begin. He smiled wryly thinking of his patient; Dean Winchester was an unusual young man. Heaven sent for saving his nephew, but a lousy patient. He chuckled.
Sighing he saw TJ come through the door heading for the table and breakfast. A sad smile lit his face as he thought about the young boy now in his care. Smart as a whip, the loss of his parent and his hearing had put a big dent in the youngsters' self-esteem. He spent more time playing with his cars and trucks than he did with the other kids. It was a damn shame.
Catching TJ eye he spoke slowly pointing to the table. "Breakfast is ready."
TJ nodded turning away before the doc was finished speaking, saying "Tanks Unka Seaven."
Stephen's head shot up. Usually the boy just nodded and climbed into his chair. Standing at the counter a forgotten pot of coffee in one hand he saw a light in the youngster's eyes that hadn't been there yesterday. Something was different.
TJ picked up his fork and drummed it on the table, tilting his head so he could listen to the sound. A sound he hadn't heard in months. Next he tapped the fork against a glass of orange juice giggling at the tinkling sound.
Stephen watched in amazement. "TJ," he called loudly." For the first time noticing that the hearing aides were not in the boy's ears.
TJ looked up catching the look of amazement in his uncle's eyes, "Bells make all better," he laughed, words that would change both of their lives forever.
No sure what to believe Stephen asked, "You can hear again."
A wide smile crossed his face and he lisped softly, "Pretty bells make TJ's ears all better."
The doctor whooped with delight. Dropping the coffee pot on the counter not caring that half the brown liquid had come spilling out he ran across the room to sweep the boy into his arms. Twirling together, man and boy laughed with joy.
It was a miracle, he had almost lost hope. Happiness like nothing he'd ever know flowed through him. He wanted to run through the streets shouting the news to the world. Instead he laughed and cried and hugged his young nephew. "Its magic little man," he yelled.
Two small hands clasped his face one on each cheek before reaching around to hug his neck. "Silly," TJ laughed.
"Happy," the doctor replied as tears of joy rolled down his cheeks. Stephen hugged him tight, only to hear a giggling voice whisper, "Unka squeeze too tight."
Joy faded only slightly when the sound of a honking horn broke through their laughter. He had forgotten about school, wanting to spend more time with his nephew he sighed. "Grab you book bag, here's your lunch," Stephen babbled as he rushed around the kitchen. Stopping as TJ reached for the lunch bag he asked. "You ok to go to school today?"
A wide beaming smile lit the boy's eyes. "Ok Unka Seaven I want to play," he whispered.
Scooping him up once more Stephen hurried out the door with the boy in his arms. A big yellow bus waited at the end of the driveway, several children were peering out the window a few were waving. The driver opened the door surprised to see huge smiles on their faces.
"Good Morning you two," she greeted them.
Stephen could barely suppress his excitement. Kissing TJ on the cheek he set the boy down on the step and shouted, "Good Morning, TJ can hear again."
The bus turned into wild pandemonium for several minutes as the children rushed to talk to TJ all of them wanting to know how. Question after question pelted him and he didn't know what to say until he remembered his Uncle's word, into the chaos he yelled, "Magic."
It was a glorious day. Stepping back Stephen waved to his nephew and the rest of the children as the bus pulled away. He sighed happily, magic or miracle it didn't matter.