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I almost didn't do this one, but the idea prompted by the photo just nagged at me. Here 'tis.
Name: catko
Team: clubs
Fandom: Orphan Black
Rating: G
Warning/Notes: Pre-series; kidfic.
Word count: 605
1993
“It’s SNOW!” yelled the blond boy as he scampered down the steps. “That’s not snow, it’s…rain. Or sleet or something,” opined the second boy, nonetheless plunging out likewise. The two jostled and laughed and shouted at each other as they raced to the end of the road, splashing through puddles and relishing the icy spray falling from the sky.
“TEDDY! FELIX! BOYS! Come back here right now!” The familiar bellow froze the boys in the midst of wrestling each other to the ground. Looking back, they saw a figure waving imperiously. “You’re going ‘a catch your death, no jackets—get over here!”
They knew well what that tone meant, and exchanging a shrug and a grin, they pelted back up the street, still shoving and shouting. Pulling up to the house, they allowed themselves to be hustled indoors, ordered to strip, then wrapped in towels and sat in front of the fireplace, none too gently, not that they’d expect anything different, Mrs. S. not being of a gentle persuasion.
Shivering now, they continued their jostling, and added pinching and slapping, until Mrs. S. looked back in the room and gave them another bellow. They watched as she turned to the man next to her, murmured, and handed something to him. He tugged on a stocking cap, patted his pocket, and went out the front door. Once the door closed behind him, Mrs. S. came into the room and, surprisingly, sat down on the floor between the boys.
“So,” she said, in a brighter tone than was customary for her, “Got some news for you lot.”
That stilled them, both having had experiences in their eight-or-so years of life in which “news” was seldom good. “Got someone new joining us, a girl, ‘bout your age.” Mrs. S. looked into the fire for a moment, then back between the boys. “Nice girl; she’s called Sarah. You’ll have to be extra good to her.”
Felix stared at his blanket-wrapped knees. “Where’s she gonna stay then?” he asked warily.
“Well, that’s the other part of the news,” Mrs. S took a deep breath and turned to the blond boy. “It’s good, for you, Teddy. Your auntie’s comin’, she’ll be takin’ you back with her to Rye. You can live in her house with your cousins, they’ve got a dog and some sheep, and you can go to school, and all o’ that. Should be good, yeah?” She tousled the boy’s hair and let her hand linger on his back.
Felix looked at the firelight play across his friend’s face, and, without even knowing the words, saw the mixture of fear, resignation, and hope there. He roused himself. “Cor, Ted, mate, big score!” He shoved the other’s shoulder, toppling him over, and jumped on top of him in a wrestling hold. Ted shrieked and fought back, laughing.
Mrs. S. unwound herself from the floor and left the boys to it. On her way through the entry, she looked briefly out at the rain, now turned to hail, and wondered which car would pull up next.
***
2013
Felix checked out the window of the loft to gauge the weather-outfit combination. Grimacing at the sleet pouring down, he was visited by a sudden sense memory. For a moment, he could feel the icy splashes down the back of his neck, the pulls and punches of a friend running beside him, the heat of the fire and steam rising from his hair. Frozen in place for a moment, he felt a strange sense of melancholy and loss. Then he shrugged, grabbed his coat and hat, and headed out to the club.
gameofcards. Here's the photo. I almost didn't do this one, but the idea prompted by the photo just nagged at me. Here 'tis.
Name: catko
Team: clubs
Fandom: Orphan Black
Rating: G
Warning/Notes: Pre-series; kidfic.
Word count: 605
1993
“It’s SNOW!” yelled the blond boy as he scampered down the steps. “That’s not snow, it’s…rain. Or sleet or something,” opined the second boy, nonetheless plunging out likewise. The two jostled and laughed and shouted at each other as they raced to the end of the road, splashing through puddles and relishing the icy spray falling from the sky.
“TEDDY! FELIX! BOYS! Come back here right now!” The familiar bellow froze the boys in the midst of wrestling each other to the ground. Looking back, they saw a figure waving imperiously. “You’re going ‘a catch your death, no jackets—get over here!”
They knew well what that tone meant, and exchanging a shrug and a grin, they pelted back up the street, still shoving and shouting. Pulling up to the house, they allowed themselves to be hustled indoors, ordered to strip, then wrapped in towels and sat in front of the fireplace, none too gently, not that they’d expect anything different, Mrs. S. not being of a gentle persuasion.
Shivering now, they continued their jostling, and added pinching and slapping, until Mrs. S. looked back in the room and gave them another bellow. They watched as she turned to the man next to her, murmured, and handed something to him. He tugged on a stocking cap, patted his pocket, and went out the front door. Once the door closed behind him, Mrs. S. came into the room and, surprisingly, sat down on the floor between the boys.
“So,” she said, in a brighter tone than was customary for her, “Got some news for you lot.”
That stilled them, both having had experiences in their eight-or-so years of life in which “news” was seldom good. “Got someone new joining us, a girl, ‘bout your age.” Mrs. S. looked into the fire for a moment, then back between the boys. “Nice girl; she’s called Sarah. You’ll have to be extra good to her.”
Felix stared at his blanket-wrapped knees. “Where’s she gonna stay then?” he asked warily.
“Well, that’s the other part of the news,” Mrs. S took a deep breath and turned to the blond boy. “It’s good, for you, Teddy. Your auntie’s comin’, she’ll be takin’ you back with her to Rye. You can live in her house with your cousins, they’ve got a dog and some sheep, and you can go to school, and all o’ that. Should be good, yeah?” She tousled the boy’s hair and let her hand linger on his back.
Felix looked at the firelight play across his friend’s face, and, without even knowing the words, saw the mixture of fear, resignation, and hope there. He roused himself. “Cor, Ted, mate, big score!” He shoved the other’s shoulder, toppling him over, and jumped on top of him in a wrestling hold. Ted shrieked and fought back, laughing.
Mrs. S. unwound herself from the floor and left the boys to it. On her way through the entry, she looked briefly out at the rain, now turned to hail, and wondered which car would pull up next.
***
2013
Felix checked out the window of the loft to gauge the weather-outfit combination. Grimacing at the sleet pouring down, he was visited by a sudden sense memory. For a moment, he could feel the icy splashes down the back of his neck, the pulls and punches of a friend running beside him, the heat of the fire and steam rising from his hair. Frozen in place for a moment, he felt a strange sense of melancholy and loss. Then he shrugged, grabbed his coat and hat, and headed out to the club.