Fake News: Score
May. 16th, 2009 08:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ptahrrificTitle: Score
Series: TDS/TCR
Characters/Pairings: Jon/"Stephen", family
Rating: G
Disclaimer: See the index.
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anais_rhys, who prompted "Jon takes Stephen to a baseball game."
Score
"Can't I yell at the pitcher a little?"
"Stephen, he's eight."
"No shouting, no doping scandals, no minibar. What kind of boring game is this?"
"Cooler's under your legs. Get yourself a soda."
"I don't want a—"
"Don't care. Now shh!"
Stephen slumped down on the bleachers and sulked while Jon's son came up to bat.
Why was he doing this again? He didn't have time to sit through this kind of fluffy, touchy-feely game, where everyone got a trophy just for showing up and there was almost no chance of a 'roid-rage-induced brawl on the field...
CRACK!
A gasp went up from the crowd as the ball went soaring.
The kid was off like a shot, leaving a trail of dust along the line to first base while the outfielders fumbled in the grass. Someone on the next set of bleachers yelled for them to hurry up; someone on the row below Stephen hollered encouragement at the runner; and by the time the boy had rounded second, people all over the stands had joined in.
Jon was no exception. "You got it!" he shouted, leaning forward, clenched fists bouncing against his thighs. "Go, go, go — no, stop, stay there, stay!"
Skidding to a halt a few steps from third, the kid scrambled backwards and slammed his foot against the base just as the ball arced over his head and into the waiting glove of a boy standing on home.
"Safe!" roared the umpire.
Jon let out a whoop of delight.
It was completely drowned out by Stephen's.
"And you thought you wouldn't have fun," said Jon with a grin, putting an arm around Stephen's shoulder, as the next kid came up to the plate.
"Yeah, sure, rub it in," grumbled Stephen, reaching under his seat for the cooler.
Series: TDS/TCR
Characters/Pairings: Jon/"Stephen", family
Rating: G
Disclaimer: See the index.
For
anais_rhys, who prompted "Jon takes Stephen to a baseball game."Score
"Can't I yell at the pitcher a little?"
"Stephen, he's eight."
"No shouting, no doping scandals, no minibar. What kind of boring game is this?"
"Cooler's under your legs. Get yourself a soda."
"I don't want a—"
"Don't care. Now shh!"
Stephen slumped down on the bleachers and sulked while Jon's son came up to bat.
Why was he doing this again? He didn't have time to sit through this kind of fluffy, touchy-feely game, where everyone got a trophy just for showing up and there was almost no chance of a 'roid-rage-induced brawl on the field...
CRACK!
A gasp went up from the crowd as the ball went soaring.
The kid was off like a shot, leaving a trail of dust along the line to first base while the outfielders fumbled in the grass. Someone on the next set of bleachers yelled for them to hurry up; someone on the row below Stephen hollered encouragement at the runner; and by the time the boy had rounded second, people all over the stands had joined in.
Jon was no exception. "You got it!" he shouted, leaning forward, clenched fists bouncing against his thighs. "Go, go, go — no, stop, stay there, stay!"
Skidding to a halt a few steps from third, the kid scrambled backwards and slammed his foot against the base just as the ball arced over his head and into the waiting glove of a boy standing on home.
"Safe!" roared the umpire.
Jon let out a whoop of delight.
It was completely drowned out by Stephen's.
"And you thought you wouldn't have fun," said Jon with a grin, putting an arm around Stephen's shoulder, as the next kid came up to the plate.
"Yeah, sure, rub it in," grumbled Stephen, reaching under his seat for the cooler.
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Date: 2009-05-17 12:57 am (UTC)ahem. This is so wonderful, because when I wrote the prompt I was thinking of beer and big stadiums (like Stephen), but a little league game with the family is much more adorable ^_^