Ficlet: The Curse of a Little Sister | DCU | Jaime, Milagro | G | 1/1
Title: The Curse of a Little Sister
Fandom: DCU
Characters: Jaime Reyes, Milagro Reyes, Mrs. Reyes
Rating: G
Word Count: 820
Prompt: for htbthomas's birthday - Jaime and Milagro
Summary: Days like these, Jaime feels like he's cursed to have a little sister.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Happy belated birthday, Barb!! :D
The Curse of a Little Sister
Days like these, Jaime wishes Milagro would cease to exist, or at least, stop being his annoying little sister for an hour. Coming home after a hard weekend of training with the Titans, he's just too wiped out to deal with his hermana, only barely putting up with her chatter through dinner, her insistence on bugging him incessantly as he tries to finish up his last little bit of homework for tomorrow before falling into bed. She's like a curse that's been put on him.
So when she starts pounding on his bedroom door when he's only halfway asleep, giving him the third degree about whatever it is she's whining about this week, it's the last straw. Frustrated and exhausted, all he can manage to do is toss a heavy pillow at the door with a tired grunt to shut her up, before falling back down on his bed, face buried in the comforter.
With a startled huff, Milagro stalks off down the hallway, and Jaime has just enough energy to thank Dios before he falls asleep.
* * * * *
He isn't sure how long he's been out when the pounding starts at his door again. Peeking an eye open, he realizes it's still dark out, probably the middle of the night. He's sore and a little disoriented and he doesn't want to move.
“Qué quieres, Milagro?” he snaps, voice raspy from sleep.
“Jaiiimeee!!” she whines back. “You gotta get up!”
Man, he doesn't need this right now. Eight hours, that's what he needs. And it's then that he blinks at the clock on his desk and realizes he's only been in bed for ten minutes. Groaning, he grumbles, “What for?”
“It's on the news, Jaime! C'mon! They need you!”
At that, the scarab comes awake instantly, clicking and chirping in his ears. Jaime groans again, turns over, and hisses back at it, “Callate, escarabajo! I'm getting up!” To Milagro, he shouts back, “Déme un momento, okay?”
“Hurry up, Jaime!”
* * * * *
When he finally manages to wake himself up and get out to the living room, Jaime finds his Mom seated in front of the television, chewing on a fingernail as she watches the disaster unfolding before her. It looks like some kind of fire, raging uncontrollably.
“Qué pasa?” he asks, coming in to stand next to the sofa and laying a hand on his Mom's shoulder.
“Jaime!” she gasps, looking up at him. “They can't put it out! It's some kind of oil fire on the highway, and it's gonna spread to the neighborhood. I think they need your help.”
“Ma, I don't even know if I can―” And again, the scarab starts shouting at him, spouting fire statistics and tactics for putting out the blaze. Apparently he can put it out. “Okay, okay, I get it!” he grumbles at the scarab, trying to absorb all the new information. Man, he'll have to get used to all these late night emergencies. He just doesn't know how the rest of the Titans do it.... “All right!” he hisses at the scarab again.
“What?” his Mom gapes up at him.
“Sorry, just talking to the scarab,” he explains tiredly, swiping a hand over his face to try to rub away the remnants of sleep.
It's then that Milagro bounds into the living room from the kitchen, holding out a plate with a thick sandwich on it. “Here, Jaime! Mom said I couldn't make you coffee, but this should help, too!”
Shocked at his little hermana's sudden gesture, he can only stare for a moment, blinking, before grabbing the sandwich and digging in. “Gracias, Milagro!” he mumbles around a bite, ruffling her hair with his free hand as she grins up at him. Aw, but he just can't stay mad at her now. Not when―as he's only now understanding―she was trying to wake him up for a good ten minutes because he was needed, not just to be annoying. The realization is humbling, and he suddenly wishes he could take back the way he treated her, the things he thought about her. “Sorry I snapped at you,” he mumbles around another bite, wolfing down the sandwich.
“It's okay, Jaime,” she smiles, throwing her arms around his middle to hug him quickly. “I'm sorry, too. I know you were tired.”
“All right, you gotta get going, Jaime,” his Mom urges him, standing and steering him toward the back door.
He barely manages to get the sandwich down before he's meeting the night air, the scarab armor covering him right away. “Gracias de nuevo, Milagro!” he shouts back with a wave as he takes to the sky to head for the site of the fire. Days like these, he's really glad he's been blessed such a great little sister.
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Fandom: DCU
Characters: Jaime Reyes, Milagro Reyes, Mrs. Reyes
Rating: G
Word Count: 820
Prompt: for htbthomas's birthday - Jaime and Milagro
Summary: Days like these, Jaime feels like he's cursed to have a little sister.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Happy belated birthday, Barb!! :D
The Curse of a Little Sister
Days like these, Jaime wishes Milagro would cease to exist, or at least, stop being his annoying little sister for an hour. Coming home after a hard weekend of training with the Titans, he's just too wiped out to deal with his hermana, only barely putting up with her chatter through dinner, her insistence on bugging him incessantly as he tries to finish up his last little bit of homework for tomorrow before falling into bed. She's like a curse that's been put on him.
So when she starts pounding on his bedroom door when he's only halfway asleep, giving him the third degree about whatever it is she's whining about this week, it's the last straw. Frustrated and exhausted, all he can manage to do is toss a heavy pillow at the door with a tired grunt to shut her up, before falling back down on his bed, face buried in the comforter.
With a startled huff, Milagro stalks off down the hallway, and Jaime has just enough energy to thank Dios before he falls asleep.
* * * * *
He isn't sure how long he's been out when the pounding starts at his door again. Peeking an eye open, he realizes it's still dark out, probably the middle of the night. He's sore and a little disoriented and he doesn't want to move.
“Qué quieres, Milagro?” he snaps, voice raspy from sleep.
“Jaiiimeee!!” she whines back. “You gotta get up!”
Man, he doesn't need this right now. Eight hours, that's what he needs. And it's then that he blinks at the clock on his desk and realizes he's only been in bed for ten minutes. Groaning, he grumbles, “What for?”
“It's on the news, Jaime! C'mon! They need you!”
At that, the scarab comes awake instantly, clicking and chirping in his ears. Jaime groans again, turns over, and hisses back at it, “Callate, escarabajo! I'm getting up!” To Milagro, he shouts back, “Déme un momento, okay?”
“Hurry up, Jaime!”
* * * * *
When he finally manages to wake himself up and get out to the living room, Jaime finds his Mom seated in front of the television, chewing on a fingernail as she watches the disaster unfolding before her. It looks like some kind of fire, raging uncontrollably.
“Qué pasa?” he asks, coming in to stand next to the sofa and laying a hand on his Mom's shoulder.
“Jaime!” she gasps, looking up at him. “They can't put it out! It's some kind of oil fire on the highway, and it's gonna spread to the neighborhood. I think they need your help.”
“Ma, I don't even know if I can―” And again, the scarab starts shouting at him, spouting fire statistics and tactics for putting out the blaze. Apparently he can put it out. “Okay, okay, I get it!” he grumbles at the scarab, trying to absorb all the new information. Man, he'll have to get used to all these late night emergencies. He just doesn't know how the rest of the Titans do it.... “All right!” he hisses at the scarab again.
“What?” his Mom gapes up at him.
“Sorry, just talking to the scarab,” he explains tiredly, swiping a hand over his face to try to rub away the remnants of sleep.
It's then that Milagro bounds into the living room from the kitchen, holding out a plate with a thick sandwich on it. “Here, Jaime! Mom said I couldn't make you coffee, but this should help, too!”
Shocked at his little hermana's sudden gesture, he can only stare for a moment, blinking, before grabbing the sandwich and digging in. “Gracias, Milagro!” he mumbles around a bite, ruffling her hair with his free hand as she grins up at him. Aw, but he just can't stay mad at her now. Not when―as he's only now understanding―she was trying to wake him up for a good ten minutes because he was needed, not just to be annoying. The realization is humbling, and he suddenly wishes he could take back the way he treated her, the things he thought about her. “Sorry I snapped at you,” he mumbles around another bite, wolfing down the sandwich.
“It's okay, Jaime,” she smiles, throwing her arms around his middle to hug him quickly. “I'm sorry, too. I know you were tired.”
“All right, you gotta get going, Jaime,” his Mom urges him, standing and steering him toward the back door.
He barely manages to get the sandwich down before he's meeting the night air, the scarab armor covering him right away. “Gracias de nuevo, Milagro!” he shouts back with a wave as he takes to the sky to head for the site of the fire. Days like these, he's really glad he's been blessed such a great little sister.
* * * * *