mbv, Javan's place and the farm, Moving Belongings and Moving Along
Tracks: *laying on Javan's back deck with his hands under his head. Is as far away from the man's smoker as he can get after seeing him stick a whole brisket in there. Has managed to tune out the presence of the smoker and is busy smelling the morning air and listening to his sons wrangle from the top of the tree in the corner of the yard*
Irene: *zoned out as she plays the 'Girly Game' on Javan's cellphone*
Denver: *Pacing about nearby, discussing something with someone on the phone about something related to Quantico, is NOT happy about whatever she's discussing*
Will: *giggling as Beau tries to climb even higher in the tree, which causes the whole tree to shake a bit*
Raoul: *hanging upside down like a sloth. Starts swinging from side to side*
Tracks: *in reply to something Javan just said* The way I see it, my hobby is collecting hoodlums.
Javan: *Snerks*
Beau: *manages to find a sturdy branch to hang upside down from, watches Denver pace around*
Will: *Leans down and carefully pokes Beau in the belly*
Raoul: *lets go with his hands and frowns toward his mother* Major Mac really don't look too happy.
Beau: No kiddin'.... *frowns as he watches Denver square her shoulders* Wonder 'f th's 's 'bout wh't 'appened 'n Quantico?
Raoul: *concerned scowl* *low voice* You mean when she got hurt?
Beau: *nods, lips pressed thin*
Denver: *finishes her conversation and hangs up on whoever it was she was talking to, before moving to sit on the steps*
Tracks: *breaks off his banter with Javan and sits up on the deck chair to look toward his wife* Darling?
Denver: *quietly* Th' realtor sold th' 'ouse 'n Quantico... Ah gotta git wh't b'long'n's Beau 'n Ah 'ave th're outta th're bah th' end'a th' week... 'nclud'n' th' 'Vette Ah've got 'n th' shed... *Is a bit reluctant to return to the house in Quantico, considering how recent the incident was*
Tracks: *frowns and thinks irritated thoughts about impertinence as he gets up and moves to sit by her and pull her close*
Raoul: *flips himself back up into the tree* Okay, guys. We're goin' to Quantico.
Will: *Blink blink, click* ?
Beau: *dismounts, landing in a crouch*
Raoul: *drops and rolls over his shoulder before coming back to Beau* Seriously. I know where ta get boxes if we need any.
Beau: *Quietly, as he moves to stand up* We've got 'lotta boxes... Jes... wasn't 'spectin' Miss Julie t' git th' 'ouse sold so quickly....
Will: *climbing down, clicking quietly*
Raoul: *holds out his arms for Will to jump* Oh. Well. Let's go.
Will: *jumps and clings to Raoul*
Beau: We gotta figger out 'ow t' get Sis' 'Vette moved down 'ere safely... 'n Sis 's almost 's protective 'f th't car 's she 's 'f all'a us....
Raoul: Same way we move everythin' else. PINpoint. *kisses little brother on the hair and then drops him, though not so fast as to keep the 'younger' boy from finding his feet*
Beau: *small nod, chuckling as Will pokes Raoul in the belly*
Raoul: Ack! *going to chase you now, Will!*
Will: *Laughs and ruuunnnnnns!*
Raoul: *slugs Beau in passing!*
Beau: *Acks and chases Raoul, intending to noogie the other teen*
Denver: *attention going to the boys, soft snerk as she watches them*
Raoul: *as soon as they're out of sight behind the Virginia creeper he grabs both brothers and PINpoints out*
Tracks: ...Lovely. We've just lost our hoodlums.
Denver: *facepalm*
Irene: *licks the phone in her hands*
Tracks: Do you think we should give them a little time to get themselves in trouble first?
Denver: *soft chuckle, snuggles close* *Quietly* Enough tahm t' git Dion?
Tracks: Yes. Magnus and Rain need some time for themselves anyway.
Denver: *another soft chuckle* 'F we c'n git Dion 'way fr'm Rain.....
Tracks: Just assert yourself, darling. You are his primary mother.
Denver: *nods, moves to stand up*
Tracks: *gets up with her* Javan, we'll be going now.
Javan: *nods* Want me t' keep 'n eye on Raj and Sora?
Tracks: If it's not too hard to tear yourself away from that piece of murdered animal. *sniff*
Javan: *Snorts a bit* 'T's in th' roasting pan. I don' gotta be hoverin' over it till it's done cookin'.
Tracks: Whatever. *offers his arm to Denver*
Irene: *licks the phone again*
Denver: *soft chuckle at Irene's antics, before she's moving to slip her arm around Tracks' and grab his hand*
Javan: *attention going to Irene, noise of protest to the phone lickage*
Irene: It's dirty!
Tracks: *snerks and leads the way to where the Barracuda's parked*
Denver: *getting her keys out*
Tracks: *kisses her on the cheek and then slips into the passenger seat, takes a toy out from under his butt, and fastens his seatbelt*
Denver: *Buckles up and starts the car. Soon, the car is heading for the farm*
Tracks: *humming to himself and sharing peaceful musings with Denver as they go. Nods to the soldiers at the gate and snerks slightly when he sees that the neighboring farmer is here again with fish for Sludge*
Denver: *Soft chuckle when she notices the farmer* He's fond'a Sludge, isn't 'e?
Tracks: He seems to come regularly, at any rate. And some of those fish he brings look like the kind of trout that you put into artificial ponds.
Denver: *chuckles as Whiplash gets knocked over just as he's about to land* Swoop's still needin' practice wit' landin', looks lahk...
Tracks: Lets hope she never decides the driveway's a runway while we're on it.
Denver: Ah th'nk Lisa c'nvinced 'er th't landin' on th' grass means a softa landin'....
Whiplash: *Trying to discourage Swoop-kissies*
Tracks: *blinks and sits up* Darling, isn't that your other car sitting in front of Lisa's house?
Denver: ... *parks the Barracuda* .... *Surprised curse*
Tracks: ...It is, and that's Will sitting in it.
Denver: *completely and utterly flabbergasted, shuts the engine of the 'Cuda off, and moves to get out*
Tracks: *out and hurries to help her out, though his puzzled gaze never leaves the other car*
Will: *Happy grin, waves to Mama and Papa!*
Denver: *quietly* 'Ow th' 'ell.....
Tracks: They PINpointed, of course.
Denver: *moving to approach the Corvette as Will gets out*
Tracks: *over the bond* -And the older pair know very well that you'll never get angry at Will.-
Denver: -Those two're sneakeh...-
Will: *Happy clickstorm, moving to tug Mama and Papa towards the car*
Tracks: -Yes, darling. We both knew that.- *small smirk*
Denver: *Fondly* -Th'y're learnin' all'a y'ur tricks...-
Tracks: *reaches the car and holds out his arms to Will* Where are Raoul and Beau?
Will: *Seeking hugs* Packin' stuff...
Denver: *soft chuckle as she moves to carefully check the 'Vette over, even though she knows that Raoul, Beau, and Will were incredibly careful with it*
Tracks: *cuddles his youngest son* And they thought we wouldn't notice, hmmm? *amused*
Will: *quietly* Mama seemed upset 'bout th' packin'.... Just wanted t' help....
Tracks: *sobers and looks at Denver*
Denver: *a bit more relaxed now that she's made sure the 'Vette is alright, but still isn't looking forward to going back to the house in Quantico*
Raoul: *appears and waves Beau's old stick horse, then sees the adults, grins, sets the toy down, and vanishes*
Will: *attention going to where Raoul just was, soft clicks*
Tracks: *puzzled frown as he walks over and picks up the stick horse, then looks at it* ....
stick horse: *well-loved, but in good condition, has a bare wooden stick that has very subtle grooves from two children playing with it over the years*
Denver: *Soft snerk when she sees the old toy* Ah'd f'rgotten Ah kept th't....
Tracks: *turns toward her, still holding Will with one arm as he holds the stick horse in the other hand* ...What is it?
Denver: 'T's a fake 'orse. Gran'ma Hattie gave 't t' me wh'n Ah w's 'bout three, 'n Ah gave 't t' Beau wh'n 'e w's three....
Tracks: *blinks as he gets a glance of her memories, and then looks at the toy again before offering it to Will* Though I suppose you're a bit big for it....
Will: Dion c'n play with it when he's bigger.... *nod nod as he reaches for the toy*
Tracks: *studies the plush head thoughtfully as he hands Will the stick horse* He'd probably like it now. *not sure it meets his standard for baby toys, though*
Denver: Gran'ma made it f'r me yeahs 'go...
Will: *takes the stick horse and is soon clicking and talking to it as he hops down and carries it towards the door to the barn*
Tracks: *a soft smile touches his mouth as he feels how much the toy still means to her*
Denver: *soft chuckle* Le's go git Dion....
Tracks: Alright, darling. *reaches for her hand as he walks over to her, his feelings tender over their bond*
Denver: *gives his hand a gentle squeeze, focusing on what is happening now, and trying not to dwell too much on what she knows is coming*
Tracks: *pulls her close and nuzzles* -It's going to be alright, darling. We can do this.-
Denver: *deep breath, small nod*
Tracks: *offers a gentle kiss, trying with all his being to reassure Denver*
Denver: *reciprocates, taking comfort in Tracks' presence*
Tracks: *will love on her till she feels strong enough to face her past, and continue to support her as she does so*
((co-written with random_xtras))