The Big Damn List was not scheduled to be visited tonight. So of course I wrote this.
Title: In Spaaace!
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Three generations worth of Blue and Gold. (Ted/Booster, Junior/Goldie, Jon & Danny.)
Prompt: "Weeks."
Word Count: 1129
Rating: PG/PG-13
Author's Notes: This time, I think the title is charming in its simplicity. (Lies!) Um...it's Mullet-verse. After writing #20 of Many Splendored, Torn Asundered, I realized I have very little of Jon and Danny interacting with their grandparents. And this is an incredibly close-knit family, so WTF? Whyfore this lack of interaction? (Also, not nearly enough of Danny and Jonny as kids.)
For anyone wondering, the prompt is...sort of the answer to the very last sentence. Heh.
No beta. Bad Doc. *hangs head*
Oh yes, and this might end up slightly outside Mullet-verse canon if I end up going with a plot twist that is gnawing at my grey matter.
In Spaaace!
"Space!"
"Has... How long has he been doing that?"
Goldie rolled her eyes and smiled at Ted. "This is actually an improvement from when he first found out."
"Space!"
Wincing at the volume of his son's voice, Ted raised an eyebrow. "This is an improvement?"
"SPACE!" Junior crowed, punching both fists into the air and cackling.
"Yeaaah, at least he stopped with the victory dance--Oh, nevermind, there he goes again." Goldie let out a deep breath as she ran a hand through her hair. "Anyway, we'd really appreciate it while we're gone."
"We're goin' t'space!"
"Yes, dear!" Goldie called over her shoulder before turning her attention back to Ted. "Seriously. If we have to back out, he'll pout for months. You know how he gets when he pouts."
Ted made a face. He was well aware of his son's ability to make anyone within range feel like they'd kicked his puppy, even if they were just an innocent bystander, with nothing but the power of his facial expressions. It had made discipline...difficult while he was growing up. Yelling at him was damn near impossible; usually he would just look completely bewildered why anyone could be upset at what he'd used an entire roll of duct tape for and honestly upset that there were bad feelings about it.
Luckily, that was mostly Goldie's problem now.
"SPACE!"
"I swear to god, babe, I will gag you for this trip!"
Junior giggled and hopped over to wrap his arms around her waist from behind and peck her cheek. "Kinky." Peeking at Ted over his wife's shoulder, a familiar impish grin crossed the man's face. Ted, realizing what was coming, fought off his own grin and leaned away.
"We're goin' to SPAAAAACE!"
Jerking at the sound, Goldie's eye twitched. "You're aiming for celibacy, I see. I'm on to your diabolical plot now."
Junior just laughed excitedly and shook her. "Space, Goldie! Space!"
"I believe we've established that," Ted remarked dryly, fighting off a smirk for Goldie's sake.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Goldie jerked an elbow back and caught the man in the chest. Junior let out a whoosh of breath and, wheezing a laugh, backed off.
"Please, Ted?" Goldie pleaded, giving him a lopsided smile. "It'd mean the world to us."
Ted opened his mouth to reply, though he honestly didn't know what he was going to say, when Booster entered the room holding up Jonny and grinning excitedly. "Listen to this, Ted! Listen! Okay, buddy, say it again for Grampa Ted."
"Booboo!" Jonny squealed, giggling and clapping his hands.
Booster pulled the boy close and cuddled him, beaming proudly at Ted. "He said my name!"
Something in the bottom of Ted's throat went sticky and huge, and he suspected it was part of whatever warm, tingly thing was trying to expand his chest. His grandson was a goddamn genius.
"Yeah," he said hoarsely, not taking his eyes off the image of his husband holding their son's offspring. Clearing his throat, he directed his voice over at Goldie and Junior. "Yeah, we can watch them. Go have fun."
"In space!"
Goldie sighed. "Yes, dear." Turning away from the group, she shouted, "DANNY! C'mere, honey!"
There was a squeal from the living room and a tiny blond whirlwind burst through the door to run straight into the back of Booster's legs and fall to the floor. Unfazed, Danny scrambled to his feet and ran at Ted's legs, wrapping his arms around them and squeezing tight.
"I caught a kick-it, Gampa!"
Ruffling the boy's messy mop of hair affectionately, Ted glanced at Goldie for clarification. "Cricket," she said, smiling. "In a tiny terrarium. I told him he could keep it as long as he takes care of it. It's with the rest of their stuff."
"Cool." Ted grinned down at Danny. "You'll have to show me later."
"Yeah!" Danny cheered, letting go of him to start for the door. Junior caught him around the waist as he passed, lifting him up to dangle him upside-down. The boy laughed happily.
"Later, kiddo. Later! You're stayin' here for a few days while me an' your mom go on a trip."
"Space!" Danny cheered, throwing his arms over his head. Since he was upside-down, they missed the floor by inches.
Junior laughed. "Space!" Turning the boy around so he was upright, Junior set him down and knelt in front of him, tapping Danny's nose. "You like, be good for your grandpas, okay?"
"Spaaace!" Danny cheered again, giggling as he threw his arms around the man.
"Oh god, babe, you've got him doing it, now."
Junior just beamed up at her, ridiculously pleased.
"Booboo!"
"That's right, Jonny," Booster cooed, kissing the boy's forehead.
Goldie ran a hand through her hair, her other hand on her hip and a look of concentration on her face. "Um...there's about a week's worth of clothes in the bags, but we shouldn't be gone that long. Just, like, better safe. Toothbrushes and stuff are in the Ipsie Iguana bag. They don't have any allergies that we know of, but you know who to call if anything medical comes up. Don't let 'em watch anything over PG-13--"
"I think I put their favorite zombie flicks in the bag," Junior added.
"Yeah, they think Bruce Campbell's hilarious."
"Boose!" Jonny squealed, wiggling in Booster's arms.
Goldie smiled and stepped closer to lean her forehead against her son's. "Boose, sweetie."
Reaching out, Jonny hugged her neck and Goldie's smile went wobbly as she rubbed his back. "Oh scarecrow, I think I'll miss you most of all."
"Space!" Danny shouted, receiving a tickle from Junior as a reward. "Daddyyyyy!"
"Okay!" Junior told him, holding the boy's shoulders as he grinned. "Listen to your grandpas, behave yourself, and look out for Jonny. Okay?"
Danny giggled and lurched forward to hug him. "Spaaaaace."
Goodbyes were mercifully tearless, the boys either not understanding or convinced it was some sort of exciting adventure to be staying with their grandparents. Junior was too excited by their mission "in space!" to get more than just a tad damp-eyed about leaving his babies for a few days. Goldie had never been much of a crier anyway.
Then the dust settled and Ted and Booster were left alone with their grandsons. Only then did it finally occur to either of them to ask the other....
"Er...do you have any experience with kids this age?"
Booster stared at him. Then he looked at Jonny, who grinned back and shouted, "Boose, Booboo! Boose!"
"Zombie attack! RAAARR!" Danny added, lunging at Ted's legs again.
A moment later, he was giggling "Gampa said a bad word! Gampa said a bad word!" while Ted and Booster tried to figure out what they had just agreed to.
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Three generations worth of Blue and Gold. (Ted/Booster, Junior/Goldie, Jon & Danny.)
Prompt: "Weeks."
Word Count: 1129
Rating: PG/PG-13
Author's Notes: This time, I think the title is charming in its simplicity. (Lies!) Um...it's Mullet-verse. After writing #20 of Many Splendored, Torn Asundered, I realized I have very little of Jon and Danny interacting with their grandparents. And this is an incredibly close-knit family, so WTF? Whyfore this lack of interaction? (Also, not nearly enough of Danny and Jonny as kids.)
For anyone wondering, the prompt is...sort of the answer to the very last sentence. Heh.
No beta. Bad Doc. *hangs head*
Oh yes, and this might end up slightly outside Mullet-verse canon if I end up going with a plot twist that is gnawing at my grey matter.
In Spaaace!
"Space!"
"Has... How long has he been doing that?"
Goldie rolled her eyes and smiled at Ted. "This is actually an improvement from when he first found out."
"Space!"
Wincing at the volume of his son's voice, Ted raised an eyebrow. "This is an improvement?"
"SPACE!" Junior crowed, punching both fists into the air and cackling.
"Yeaaah, at least he stopped with the victory dance--Oh, nevermind, there he goes again." Goldie let out a deep breath as she ran a hand through her hair. "Anyway, we'd really appreciate it while we're gone."
"We're goin' t'space!"
"Yes, dear!" Goldie called over her shoulder before turning her attention back to Ted. "Seriously. If we have to back out, he'll pout for months. You know how he gets when he pouts."
Ted made a face. He was well aware of his son's ability to make anyone within range feel like they'd kicked his puppy, even if they were just an innocent bystander, with nothing but the power of his facial expressions. It had made discipline...difficult while he was growing up. Yelling at him was damn near impossible; usually he would just look completely bewildered why anyone could be upset at what he'd used an entire roll of duct tape for and honestly upset that there were bad feelings about it.
Luckily, that was mostly Goldie's problem now.
"SPACE!"
"I swear to god, babe, I will gag you for this trip!"
Junior giggled and hopped over to wrap his arms around her waist from behind and peck her cheek. "Kinky." Peeking at Ted over his wife's shoulder, a familiar impish grin crossed the man's face. Ted, realizing what was coming, fought off his own grin and leaned away.
"We're goin' to SPAAAAACE!"
Jerking at the sound, Goldie's eye twitched. "You're aiming for celibacy, I see. I'm on to your diabolical plot now."
Junior just laughed excitedly and shook her. "Space, Goldie! Space!"
"I believe we've established that," Ted remarked dryly, fighting off a smirk for Goldie's sake.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Goldie jerked an elbow back and caught the man in the chest. Junior let out a whoosh of breath and, wheezing a laugh, backed off.
"Please, Ted?" Goldie pleaded, giving him a lopsided smile. "It'd mean the world to us."
Ted opened his mouth to reply, though he honestly didn't know what he was going to say, when Booster entered the room holding up Jonny and grinning excitedly. "Listen to this, Ted! Listen! Okay, buddy, say it again for Grampa Ted."
"Booboo!" Jonny squealed, giggling and clapping his hands.
Booster pulled the boy close and cuddled him, beaming proudly at Ted. "He said my name!"
Something in the bottom of Ted's throat went sticky and huge, and he suspected it was part of whatever warm, tingly thing was trying to expand his chest. His grandson was a goddamn genius.
"Yeah," he said hoarsely, not taking his eyes off the image of his husband holding their son's offspring. Clearing his throat, he directed his voice over at Goldie and Junior. "Yeah, we can watch them. Go have fun."
"In space!"
Goldie sighed. "Yes, dear." Turning away from the group, she shouted, "DANNY! C'mere, honey!"
There was a squeal from the living room and a tiny blond whirlwind burst through the door to run straight into the back of Booster's legs and fall to the floor. Unfazed, Danny scrambled to his feet and ran at Ted's legs, wrapping his arms around them and squeezing tight.
"I caught a kick-it, Gampa!"
Ruffling the boy's messy mop of hair affectionately, Ted glanced at Goldie for clarification. "Cricket," she said, smiling. "In a tiny terrarium. I told him he could keep it as long as he takes care of it. It's with the rest of their stuff."
"Cool." Ted grinned down at Danny. "You'll have to show me later."
"Yeah!" Danny cheered, letting go of him to start for the door. Junior caught him around the waist as he passed, lifting him up to dangle him upside-down. The boy laughed happily.
"Later, kiddo. Later! You're stayin' here for a few days while me an' your mom go on a trip."
"Space!" Danny cheered, throwing his arms over his head. Since he was upside-down, they missed the floor by inches.
Junior laughed. "Space!" Turning the boy around so he was upright, Junior set him down and knelt in front of him, tapping Danny's nose. "You like, be good for your grandpas, okay?"
"Spaaace!" Danny cheered again, giggling as he threw his arms around the man.
"Oh god, babe, you've got him doing it, now."
Junior just beamed up at her, ridiculously pleased.
"Booboo!"
"That's right, Jonny," Booster cooed, kissing the boy's forehead.
Goldie ran a hand through her hair, her other hand on her hip and a look of concentration on her face. "Um...there's about a week's worth of clothes in the bags, but we shouldn't be gone that long. Just, like, better safe. Toothbrushes and stuff are in the Ipsie Iguana bag. They don't have any allergies that we know of, but you know who to call if anything medical comes up. Don't let 'em watch anything over PG-13--"
"I think I put their favorite zombie flicks in the bag," Junior added.
"Yeah, they think Bruce Campbell's hilarious."
"Boose!" Jonny squealed, wiggling in Booster's arms.
Goldie smiled and stepped closer to lean her forehead against her son's. "Boose, sweetie."
Reaching out, Jonny hugged her neck and Goldie's smile went wobbly as she rubbed his back. "Oh scarecrow, I think I'll miss you most of all."
"Space!" Danny shouted, receiving a tickle from Junior as a reward. "Daddyyyyy!"
"Okay!" Junior told him, holding the boy's shoulders as he grinned. "Listen to your grandpas, behave yourself, and look out for Jonny. Okay?"
Danny giggled and lurched forward to hug him. "Spaaaaace."
Goodbyes were mercifully tearless, the boys either not understanding or convinced it was some sort of exciting adventure to be staying with their grandparents. Junior was too excited by their mission "in space!" to get more than just a tad damp-eyed about leaving his babies for a few days. Goldie had never been much of a crier anyway.
Then the dust settled and Ted and Booster were left alone with their grandsons. Only then did it finally occur to either of them to ask the other....
"Er...do you have any experience with kids this age?"
Booster stared at him. Then he looked at Jonny, who grinned back and shouted, "Boose, Booboo! Boose!"
"Zombie attack! RAAARR!" Danny added, lunging at Ted's legs again.
A moment later, he was giggling "Gampa said a bad word! Gampa said a bad word!" while Ted and Booster tried to figure out what they had just agreed to.