A/N: Rawr. Read and love it. Inspired by Luna Mrow's piece in "Those Funny Moments" entitled 'Kevin's Bacon'. It's good. Highly reccommended read.
Disclaimer: I do not own. So suck it up.
Lily Tennyson had marched into her daughter's room to see if the girl wanted some of her famous French toast or not. The young girl's mother knew how Gwen loved French toast. It was something the girl had become a sucker for over the years. If Gwen had a single weakness, it was for her mother's French toast.
What did Lily see? She saw a strange form in her daughter's bed. It was much too big to be Gwen. Lily knew her daughter when she saw her. The bulge in the sheets was massive. It couldn't possibly be Gwen.
Lucky enough for the woman, she had brought the skillet from the kitchen with her. Reflecting, she had no idea why she had brought the skillet along. All she knew was that she had brought it and that she was now grateful for bringing it. The woman held it over one shoulder before striking it down on the figure in her daughter's bed.
A sickening kafwham! came from the skillet striking what sounded like someone's skull. And it took a couple of seconds, but Kevin tumbled out from beneath the sheet of Gwen's bed.
Lily prodded the unconscious boy with the kitchen utensil. He didn't budge. "Huh," she muttered, slinging the weapon over one shoulder neatly. "Gwen, sweetie?" called the red-haired woman.
About a minute later, the Anodite emerged from the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel. "Yeah- Mom, you knocked Kevin unconscious..." Gwen's emerald eyes found her shirtless boyfriend on the floor. Her gaze became slightly worried that her mother would take it in the wrong way.
"I thought he was someone else," said Mrs. Tennyson with a small shrug, not even putting together the pieces of seeing a shirtless boy in her daughter's room. It didn't matter. She had French toast to make.
"So if it had been me, you would've knocked me unconscious with a skillet?" asked Gwen, voice almost a squeak as her eyes slightly widened. She considered how painful being whacked with a skillet could be.
"Not as far as you know," said Lily with a smug smile stretched across her face. The subject changed as quickly as dawn changes to day. "So you want French toast?"
"YES!" squealed Gwen like a fangirl. She jumped up and down for a moment or two. "I'll be down in a minute! Just let me get dressed!" The redhead fled the room to get dressed, towel nearly falling off in the process.
Lily gave Kevin's motionless body one last prod with the skillet before shrugging and heading downstairs to make her beloved daughter some French toast.
Five hours later, Kevin woke up all alone in Gwen's room with a splitting headache. "Why does it feel like I got hit with a skillet?"
A/N: I love Gwen's mom. Review or she'll hit you with a skillet.
~Sky