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Title: First Meeting
Author: trinitys_sin
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Pairing: none so far
A/N: First in the One Day Robots Will Cry 'Verse and Kid!Lock
Summary: Jim is six the first time he meets John.
First Meeting
Jim is six when he first meets John.
He is sitting on the swings at recess, rocking slowly. His eyes are trained on the jungle of play equipment that the other kids are scurrying over. He is puzzling over the exact way to rig explosives so they’ll blow to the beat of ‘Another One Bites the Dust’. Of course Mum won’t let him bring his explosives to school; she only lets him blow up things in the back yard and the people his mother does not like. The again he could just sneak out to set them up tonight.
He’s pondering how to slip pass his mum’s guard dogs that are in place just as much to keep others out as they are to keep him in when a group of older boys rush past him roughly. His balance is upset, leaving him wobbling unsteadily until he tumbles backwards landing harshly on his back. Jim blinks up at the bright blue sky, his lungs burning as he gasps for breath.
Suddenly a blonde head pops into his vision. “Are you okay?” the blonde inquires. He looks younger than Jim or maybe the same age. It’s hard to tell. His cheeks are round and chubby, a rosy hue tinting the pale skin pink. His eyes are a dark shade of blue, set large in his face. When Jim wheezes in answer to his question he has the pleasure of watching those big eyes widen with worry.
The blond reaches forwards. With gentle hands he helps Jim into a seated position. Then those wonderful hands start to rub circles into his back. The blond somehow knows the correct amount of pressure to exert on his back. His touch is neither to hard or too light. Jim is startled to find he is relaxing into it. In fact he’s shocked by all of this. Never has anyone been this tender with him before, never this concerned!
“Is this helping?” the blonde asks. Jim nods, an embarrassed blush rises to his cheeks. Words are failing him, and it’s not just because he’s not getting an adequate amount of air into his lungs. He wonders if the blond will take care of him like this forever. Jim could keep him in one of the various rooms in his house. He would make sure it was comfortable and when he would get hurt or Mum would scold him he could lock himself in the room so his blonde could take care of him.
“John!” a voice shouts, breaking Jim out of his thoughts and making his blond look away from him. A boy, a little tall for his age and very thin is standing a few feet away from them. His hands are fisted on his hips. His narrowed, grey eyes are trained on Jim as he commands the blond-John- to come. John lingers for a moment, giving Jim a small smile before he scrambles towards the taller boy.
Jim wants to scream! He wants to kick and yell like he does when his mum takes his knives away. He wants to rush forward and drag his blond away from the retched taller boy. He wants John back. But he is incapable of moving. The air has not yet returned to his lungs so all he can do is sit and watch as John walks away from him.
The next year is spent watching John from afar.