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Tommy woke quickly, sleepy eyes shooting open just as the first rumble of thunder shook the entire house. He noticed that his room was completely dark, and his eyes shot to the other side for the room where his power ranger's night-light flickered and turned off. He felt his breath speed up, and he licked his lips, shooting up in his bed quickly, twisting his small hands in his blanket.

He pulled his blanket around his shoulders, and his room lit up suddenly by lightning, followed again by a loud crack of thunder. His head jerked around when the branches outside of his window hit the glass, dragging across the window and creating a loud screechy noise that made Tommy's tummy turn.

He wiggled to the edge of his bed slowly, pulling his blanket with him. He crept up on his knees and pulling his stuffed rabbit close to him, digging his small fingers in the soft fur.

He peeked over the edge of his bed cautiously and saw the dark gap where his under-the-bed was. He bit his lip and glanced at his bedroom door where it was on the way other side of his room. Maybe he should just stay in his room. He didn't want to get off the bed in the darkness where anything could grab him.

But he really didn't like storms.

Just as he thought that, the branches hit his window even harder, whacking loudly and making Jax jump. His stomach jittered and he stood on the edge of his bed, barely even letting his toes peek over the side.

He took a deep breath, gripping his rabbit, and tried to jump as far away from the bed as he could. Tommy landed with a little squeak, tripping over his feet and getting tangled in his blanket and falling on his side. He stood up quickly and rushed to his door. He glanced back suspiciously, but didn't see anything creep out from under his bed or his closet.

Best not to push it, he decided and turned to face his door quickly.

He reached up for his door knob, jumping a little bit as he tried to open it. The wind howled really loudly, and Tommy whimpered, trying to stop himself from crying. Big boys didn't cry just 'cause of thunder storms. It didn't work as the wind blew even harder outside, and Tommy's eyes filled in frustration because he was just too little and couldn't open his door.

He needed his brother really, really bad. With one last shove, he pushed his door open, and without even thinking about it, hurried to Jax's room.

Tommy didn't even know he could run that fast, he was through his brother's door and at Jax's bed so quickly. He climbed up on to his brother's bed with his free hand and poked him in the shoulder urgently. "Jax," he whispered. "Jackie, wake up."

His brother opened one eye and frowned sleepily. "Wha' ya wan', Thomas? Why you cryin'?"

Tommy rubbed his face as his brother lifted his head from where it was buried in his pillow. "My nightlight turned off and the branches kept hitting my window and the thunder is really really loud. Can I sleep with you?"

His brother sighed and rolled over onto his side, giving Tommy room to climb under the covers. His brother hissed. "Jeesh, Thomas, your feet are cold," he complained.

"Sorry, Jackie," Tommy whispered without moving his feet away and cuddling in to his brothers' pillow.

Jax grumbled but shoved his face back into his side of the pillow. "Got Babs?" he asked, his voice muffled by his pillow and sleep.

"Uh huh," Tommy nodded, lifting his rabbit to show Jax. "Got 'im."

"Got your blanket? I don' wanna share mine; you steal the covers."

Tommy scowled but nodded, and spread out his blanket so it covered both of them.

"'Kay. Go to sleep now, Tommy. I got ya."

Tommy closed his eyes and did as his brother said, pulling Babs closer to his chest. He felt Jax wind his cold feet in one of the blankets, and a moment later Jax's skinny arm was thrown over his back, and he felt Jax kiss the top of his head.

Tommy drifted off, forgetting about the scary storm, and slept peacefully next to his big brother.

I have no clue where this little thing came from. But here—have some little Teller brothers.

I'm thinking I'm going to try and upload daily—but don't hold me to that. Expect cautiously. But it's not set in stone, just something I may be able to do now that we're home for the holidays and I have more time on my hands.

And thanks much to xLila Rosa, first—and so far, only—reviewer. Another of your Juicy is coming up soon.

Reviews are appreciated as much as they are loved. In fact, they are fawned over and adored. It's quite depressing, really.