Mullet-verse and New World Order, two great tastes that taste great together! (FIC)
Title: Kinda Family
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Junior, Joanna, Sonya, Danny, and Jon Carter-Kord
Word Count: 1458
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Another Mullet-verse/New World Order crossover! This time with angst. ^_^
Junior takes Danny and Jonny to visit their Kinda-Aunties. (Previous crossover can be found HERE, at the bottom.)
Kinda Family
When the time/space continuum develops a hole right in the middle of the living room, Jo and Sonny glance up briefly before returning to what they're doing. In this case, Jo is working on her gloves while Sonny taunts a wannabe hacker.
When Junior steps out of the hole, they don't even bother to look up. He's been showing up sporadically, with and without his parents, since they were babies. They're used to it by now. What they aren't prepared for is for his babies to step through after him.
It's been a while. Danny and little Jonny are getting bigger. But they're still tiny and adorable.
A quick command sends a virus to Sonny's noob-hacker, destroying his computer, while Jo sets her gloves aside and stands up. With their attention on him, Junior smiles tightly and gives a brief wave.
He's in costume.
"Long time no see," he says slowly, then clears his throat.
"Yeah," Jo agrees, glancing at the kids and wiggling her fingers in greeting. Jonny removes his free hand from his mouth to wave clumsily. Danny holds his other hand, an air of protectiveness to him.
"Look, I hate to ask on such short notice, but...well, um, you're kinda like, practically family and...." Junior clears his throat again and rubs at his blue-covered ear. "But anyway, I need someone to watch--to babysit. Danny and Jonny. For them. Babysitting."
Sonny raises an eyebrow. Even for Junior he's acting a little weird. There's something just slightly off about his voice and he's avoiding eye-contact, nevermind that his goggles are opaque and wouldn't allow eye-contact even if he looked straight at them. "Uh, wouldn't someone on your world be better?" At the unhappy tilt of his mouth, she quickly adds, "Not that I'm saying we won't do it, but--"
"--it's kinda weird you'd even ask us," Jo finishes for her.
Nodding, Junior clears his throat a third time. "I know, I know, I just...." He's fidgeting uneasily, fingers opening and closing the holster on his belt. "You're family. I figured...they'd be better off with family. And...your world's, like, safe. They'll be..." He clears his throat again and presses his hand to his mouth for a moment. "They'll be safe here."
It's right then that Sonny suddenly recognizes the odd note in Junior's voice. It's wavering just slightly and sounds like he's having trouble getting the words out.
She suspects his goggles are already filling with tears.
A quick glance at Jo, who meets her eyes immediately, confirms that her sister is aware of it as well. Something's going on back on Junior's world. Something big and something bad.
Something that's either threatening the entire planet or demands the attention of everyone he would trust to watch his children. Possibly both.
Junior directs his children to settle on the couch and then motions for Jo and Sonny to meet him on the other side of the room. The twins stand side by side in front of their pseudo-older brother, fingertips briefly touching as they wait for him to compose himself.
Coughing in the back of his throat, he presses his hand to his mouth again before finally speaking. "Look, there's... If... If I don't come back...I--There's a data-strip I want them to see.... We made it, me and Goldie and.... In case we didn't...didn't make it back." He finally looks up, looking them both in the face, and puts a hand on either of their shoulders. Though the goggles obscure it, it's clear he's meeting their eyes. "I...I don't know if we'll make it. Max maybe, but--" He shakes his head. "I want them to know. The strip...we explained some things. And...told them we loved them."
Junior drops his hands and looks away, swallowing thickly. "Please...take care of them. Keep my babies safe?"
Sharing another quick glance while Junior stares at his children with heartbreak stark on his face, Sonny and Jo acknowledge that they haven't just been asked to babysit. They've been entrusted with the role of permanent guardians should the unthinkable happen. Begged to protect the most precious things in Junior's life.
"We will," they say in unison. They don't do it often. Only on important things where they're of one mind.
Junior looks up quickly, mouth quivering as he smiles his thanks at them. Then he steps forward and pulls them into a hug. They can feel him shaking, just barely enough to be felt.
They hug him back as hard as they can, willing their strength into him.
When he lets go and steps back, his smile is firmer but no less grateful. Turning away, he approaches the couch and squats down in front of it. One hand on Danny's knee, he gives the boy a playful shake, grinning.
"Hey, guys, remember what I told you? Your Kinda-Aunties are gonna watch you for a while, so I want you to behave for them, okay? Me and Mommy have to go save the world."
"Again?" Danny asks in a beleaguered tone. It's the tone of children everywhere with parents who can get called off to work at a moment's notice.
Junior chuckles and reaches up to ruffle his hair. His hand moves to the side of Danny's head and stays there, greedily taking in as much contact with his son as he can before leaving. "Again, sport. Silly ol' world just can't seem to stay saved, huh?"
Wrinkling his nose, Danny nods firmly.
"Okay, c'mere, kids. Gimmie a hug, huh?"
At that, the siblings slide off the couch and into Junior's waiting arms, heads settling on broad shoulders as his strong arms settle around them. "Be good, okay?" he whispers. Sonny suspects whispering is the only he can keep his voice steady at this point. "Be good for your Aunties, I don't want to have to worry about you. Danny, you look after Jonny. Jonny, listen to Danny. I love you. I love you both so much. Me and Mommy and Uncle Max, we all love you."
"And Grampa and Pop-pop?" Danny asks quietly.
"Yeah...Grampa and Pop-pop, too. We love you. Okay?"
Sonny and Jo can see two tiny heads, blond and brunette, nodding against Junior's neck. He lets go slowly, reluctantly, and cups a hand behind Danny and Jonny's heads as he kisses their foreheads. "I have to go, now. I promise...I'll try to save the world quick so I can be back soon."
Danny leans forward to plant a wet kiss on Junior's cheek, while Jonny flings himself at the man's chest for another hug. "Love you, Daddy."
"Mommy," Jonny says mournfully.
"I know, kiddo, I know," Junior sighs, rubbing the boy's back. Pulling his son off of himself, he directs him to cling to Danny instead and stands up.
Turning back to the twins, he sets his shoulders and takes a deep breath. Junior pulls a data-strip from his belt and solemnly hands it over to Sonny, taking her hand in his and gently curling her fingers around it. "Two weeks," he says hoarsely. "If I'm not back in two weeks, show them. We...we tried to explain things on here, so you might not have to...have the Talk with them about why we're...not coming back...."
Junior bites his lip and grimaces, then shakes his head. "I'm sorry to--"
"Hey, we wouldn't have said yes if we weren't willing," Jo interrupts abruptly. "Now get out there and kick some ass so you can come back and get your kids."
A grin flits across Junior's face and he looks grateful. Glancing over his shoulder, he murmurs, "They're great kids."
"Yeah, and we'll miss 'em when you take them home," Sonny agrees, covering his hand with her free hand and squeezing it. "What Jojo said: go kick some ass."
Junior nods, flashes a ghost of his usual cocky smile, and waves goodbye to his children with fake cheer as he steps backward through the hole in the space/time continuum. No one says anything for a while, and Sonny tightens her hold on the data-strip. Then Jo throws a grin on her face and claps her hands.
"Okay, kiddies, who wants mac and cheese for dinner?"
Danny cheers and Jonny quickly follows his example, voice garbled by the fingers in his mouth. Jo takes a tiny hand in each of hers and leads them to the kitchen, chattering to Junior's kids about nothing in particular.
Sonny opens her hand and stares at the data-strip, the potential last will and testament of a man who is almost a brother to her. There are marks on her palm from holding it so tight.
She locks it in a drawer of her computer desk and prays she never has to see its contents.
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Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Junior, Joanna, Sonya, Danny, and Jon Carter-Kord
Word Count: 1458
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Another Mullet-verse/New World Order crossover! This time with angst. ^_^
Junior takes Danny and Jonny to visit their Kinda-Aunties. (Previous crossover can be found HERE, at the bottom.)
Kinda Family
When the time/space continuum develops a hole right in the middle of the living room, Jo and Sonny glance up briefly before returning to what they're doing. In this case, Jo is working on her gloves while Sonny taunts a wannabe hacker.
When Junior steps out of the hole, they don't even bother to look up. He's been showing up sporadically, with and without his parents, since they were babies. They're used to it by now. What they aren't prepared for is for his babies to step through after him.
It's been a while. Danny and little Jonny are getting bigger. But they're still tiny and adorable.
A quick command sends a virus to Sonny's noob-hacker, destroying his computer, while Jo sets her gloves aside and stands up. With their attention on him, Junior smiles tightly and gives a brief wave.
He's in costume.
"Long time no see," he says slowly, then clears his throat.
"Yeah," Jo agrees, glancing at the kids and wiggling her fingers in greeting. Jonny removes his free hand from his mouth to wave clumsily. Danny holds his other hand, an air of protectiveness to him.
"Look, I hate to ask on such short notice, but...well, um, you're kinda like, practically family and...." Junior clears his throat again and rubs at his blue-covered ear. "But anyway, I need someone to watch--to babysit. Danny and Jonny. For them. Babysitting."
Sonny raises an eyebrow. Even for Junior he's acting a little weird. There's something just slightly off about his voice and he's avoiding eye-contact, nevermind that his goggles are opaque and wouldn't allow eye-contact even if he looked straight at them. "Uh, wouldn't someone on your world be better?" At the unhappy tilt of his mouth, she quickly adds, "Not that I'm saying we won't do it, but--"
"--it's kinda weird you'd even ask us," Jo finishes for her.
Nodding, Junior clears his throat a third time. "I know, I know, I just...." He's fidgeting uneasily, fingers opening and closing the holster on his belt. "You're family. I figured...they'd be better off with family. And...your world's, like, safe. They'll be..." He clears his throat again and presses his hand to his mouth for a moment. "They'll be safe here."
It's right then that Sonny suddenly recognizes the odd note in Junior's voice. It's wavering just slightly and sounds like he's having trouble getting the words out.
She suspects his goggles are already filling with tears.
A quick glance at Jo, who meets her eyes immediately, confirms that her sister is aware of it as well. Something's going on back on Junior's world. Something big and something bad.
Something that's either threatening the entire planet or demands the attention of everyone he would trust to watch his children. Possibly both.
Junior directs his children to settle on the couch and then motions for Jo and Sonny to meet him on the other side of the room. The twins stand side by side in front of their pseudo-older brother, fingertips briefly touching as they wait for him to compose himself.
Coughing in the back of his throat, he presses his hand to his mouth again before finally speaking. "Look, there's... If... If I don't come back...I--There's a data-strip I want them to see.... We made it, me and Goldie and.... In case we didn't...didn't make it back." He finally looks up, looking them both in the face, and puts a hand on either of their shoulders. Though the goggles obscure it, it's clear he's meeting their eyes. "I...I don't know if we'll make it. Max maybe, but--" He shakes his head. "I want them to know. The strip...we explained some things. And...told them we loved them."
Junior drops his hands and looks away, swallowing thickly. "Please...take care of them. Keep my babies safe?"
Sharing another quick glance while Junior stares at his children with heartbreak stark on his face, Sonny and Jo acknowledge that they haven't just been asked to babysit. They've been entrusted with the role of permanent guardians should the unthinkable happen. Begged to protect the most precious things in Junior's life.
"We will," they say in unison. They don't do it often. Only on important things where they're of one mind.
Junior looks up quickly, mouth quivering as he smiles his thanks at them. Then he steps forward and pulls them into a hug. They can feel him shaking, just barely enough to be felt.
They hug him back as hard as they can, willing their strength into him.
When he lets go and steps back, his smile is firmer but no less grateful. Turning away, he approaches the couch and squats down in front of it. One hand on Danny's knee, he gives the boy a playful shake, grinning.
"Hey, guys, remember what I told you? Your Kinda-Aunties are gonna watch you for a while, so I want you to behave for them, okay? Me and Mommy have to go save the world."
"Again?" Danny asks in a beleaguered tone. It's the tone of children everywhere with parents who can get called off to work at a moment's notice.
Junior chuckles and reaches up to ruffle his hair. His hand moves to the side of Danny's head and stays there, greedily taking in as much contact with his son as he can before leaving. "Again, sport. Silly ol' world just can't seem to stay saved, huh?"
Wrinkling his nose, Danny nods firmly.
"Okay, c'mere, kids. Gimmie a hug, huh?"
At that, the siblings slide off the couch and into Junior's waiting arms, heads settling on broad shoulders as his strong arms settle around them. "Be good, okay?" he whispers. Sonny suspects whispering is the only he can keep his voice steady at this point. "Be good for your Aunties, I don't want to have to worry about you. Danny, you look after Jonny. Jonny, listen to Danny. I love you. I love you both so much. Me and Mommy and Uncle Max, we all love you."
"And Grampa and Pop-pop?" Danny asks quietly.
"Yeah...Grampa and Pop-pop, too. We love you. Okay?"
Sonny and Jo can see two tiny heads, blond and brunette, nodding against Junior's neck. He lets go slowly, reluctantly, and cups a hand behind Danny and Jonny's heads as he kisses their foreheads. "I have to go, now. I promise...I'll try to save the world quick so I can be back soon."
Danny leans forward to plant a wet kiss on Junior's cheek, while Jonny flings himself at the man's chest for another hug. "Love you, Daddy."
"Mommy," Jonny says mournfully.
"I know, kiddo, I know," Junior sighs, rubbing the boy's back. Pulling his son off of himself, he directs him to cling to Danny instead and stands up.
Turning back to the twins, he sets his shoulders and takes a deep breath. Junior pulls a data-strip from his belt and solemnly hands it over to Sonny, taking her hand in his and gently curling her fingers around it. "Two weeks," he says hoarsely. "If I'm not back in two weeks, show them. We...we tried to explain things on here, so you might not have to...have the Talk with them about why we're...not coming back...."
Junior bites his lip and grimaces, then shakes his head. "I'm sorry to--"
"Hey, we wouldn't have said yes if we weren't willing," Jo interrupts abruptly. "Now get out there and kick some ass so you can come back and get your kids."
A grin flits across Junior's face and he looks grateful. Glancing over his shoulder, he murmurs, "They're great kids."
"Yeah, and we'll miss 'em when you take them home," Sonny agrees, covering his hand with her free hand and squeezing it. "What Jojo said: go kick some ass."
Junior nods, flashes a ghost of his usual cocky smile, and waves goodbye to his children with fake cheer as he steps backward through the hole in the space/time continuum. No one says anything for a while, and Sonny tightens her hold on the data-strip. Then Jo throws a grin on her face and claps her hands.
"Okay, kiddies, who wants mac and cheese for dinner?"
Danny cheers and Jonny quickly follows his example, voice garbled by the fingers in his mouth. Jo takes a tiny hand in each of hers and leads them to the kitchen, chattering to Junior's kids about nothing in particular.
Sonny opens her hand and stares at the data-strip, the potential last will and testament of a man who is almost a brother to her. There are marks on her palm from holding it so tight.
She locks it in a drawer of her computer desk and prays she never has to see its contents.
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