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*untitled* Penguins. Bob/Shan.
title:
author: lisa roquin
rating: 15+
fandom: MCR/30stm
pairing/characters: Shannon/Bob, (Brian/Margo Corie & Bree, Emily, Desirae, Rick, Lori, Graciela.)
series/sequel: Penguins
disclaimer: lies, fiction, untrue. completely and totally made up. I know no one, know nothing of their personal lives. I make no claims of knowing much of anything.
summary: pointless little outtake scene, follows Never Easy pt 44.
warning: probably won't make the most sense w/ out familiarity of penguin verse.
author notes: cheer up smut for kit ended up "~facepalm~, oh you dorks"-ish.





Bob shook his head slightly at the fucking parade following Brian, who was carrying a booster seat, and Shannon as he shifted Corie in his arms. He recognized the drum tech that Matt was nuts over and had lumped in with his babies and Matt's sister-in-law who was a goddamned wreck. Behind them a burly Latino with two girls, one awkward and chubby probably early teens Bob guessed and the other curled in her dad's arms with her thumb in her mouth, all big eyes and chubby cheeks. Bob sincerely doubted she was even in school yet. Three? Maybe four? Hell if he'd know. The only people who had kids he knew were Mikey, Ray and Margo, well and Gee and Jared with kids on the way.

And there was Emily bringing up the rear looking somewhere between green, ready to pass out and ready to kill.

"Yes, we fucking brought your Explorer and my Suburban," Bob rolled his eyes before Brian even opened his mouth.

Brian eyed Margo.

"You were gone not even forty-eight hours. I was fine," She huffed and rolled her eyes.

Bob really wanted to grab Shannon. He was all wired and so composed and still there was no doubt something was royally fucking wrong. What the hell had all gone on in Jersey? Other than Matt hadn't gotten arrested.

"C'mon lets get the bags and get home," Bob sighed.

Margo raised an eyebrow as Brian's phone was pulled from his pocket. "Uh huh, you got til we get to the house. Then I'm taking that damn thing til you cough up what the hell, and it will be shoved up your ass if you protest."

"Expect Lori to have one helluva an attitude by the end of the summer hanging out with my woman," Brian shook his head. "That's Margo, Bree's the one she's holding. Bob's got Corie. Matt's cousin Rick and his girls Lori and Graciela. Girls are staying at the house this summer."

"Here, you go to grandpa," Margo said handing Bree off and situating herself between Niki and Desirae steering them both with an arm around the waist.

"You're picking up bad habits of pushy from Schechter already," Shannon rolled his eyes and tilted his head back as Bree thought trying to tear his lip off was a good idea. "And you need to cut their fingernails."

Brian grabbed Emily and steered her along. "I'm not listening to Uncle Batshit throw a fit over you getting stupid."

"Expect your girls will have colorful vocabularies by the time summers up too," Bob glanced over at the burly guy.

"Watch it, Punk, or I'll give you to your Bob and take Peanut instead." Shannon murmured and shifted Bree in his arms.

"Bree's Punk, Corie's Peanut. Bree is a punk, she takes after her mom, grandpa and Uncle Batshit."

"Yeah, well, we never got expelled from preschool, Schechter. Think these two might give it a try between the attitudes and the vocabularies they're gonna have," Shannon shot back.

"That's gonna be my fault?" Brian huffed.

"Probably," Bob deadpanned.

*

Bob couldn't be anything but relieved that Brian and Margo took the three women with them. Niki looked rough around the edges. Emily looked like she was going to puke and Matt's sister in law looked ready to have a nervous breakdown.

The booster seat Brian had been carrying was Graciela's car seat. Brian had ripped his ass he didn't know four year olds needed a fucking carseat. He really wondered how the fuck he was supposed to know that. It wasn't like he knew people with four year olds.

Shannon filled the silence in the for most of the drive, including that Rick was working security for them on the tour. And his wife sounded like a dumb bitch hauling the middle girl to all sorts of auditions and whatever the fuck, running the credit cards through the roof on travel and clothes. And why the hell she couldn't take the other two girls along with her? THe oldest certainly old enough to watch the little one.

The whole thing sounded screwed up to him, but Matt and Jared hiring the guy and volunteering Margo to take the two girls for the summer said they thought Rick had his shit together. Jared especially wouldn't put up with shit on a tour. Matt would put up with what he got stuck with but not voluntarily take bullshit on, at least when it came to work. Matt was kind of an idiot otherwise sometimes.

Shannon managed to get Rick talking a bit to keep the ride from being all awkward and tense. Rick didn't seem like a bad guy. And fuck he said JARED was the one that offered him the job as security for Mars. That said a hell of a lot.

*

"Keys, Schechter," Bob demanded once the chaos got half settled. Puke hosed off the driveway, Emily had at least made it that far and managed not to puke in the SUV on the drive through the house. Niki and Margo had hauled Desirae upstairs after she'd almost fainted and started shaking and bawling hysterically at a coffee cup knocked off the counter shattering on the floor--knocked off by Brian hefting Corie's carseat, Corie and all up onto the counter.

Rick and his girls were settled in mostly. The way the little one clung to her dad and sister left Bob with the notion that Rick's wife needed a good asskicking all the more. He almost offered loan of Margo to do the job but figured Matt already had most likely.

"What?"

"Your house keys. I want them. Now," Bob glared down at him.

"Why?"

Bob merely stared at Brian like he was a complete damned idiot.

"Oh for...watch where you're chewing and strip the bed and throw the sheets in the washer in the morning." Brian fished the house keys from his pocket.

"Is that any way to speak to your father in law?" Shannon asked as he grabbed the keys.

"Hell yes. And wash the damn sheets or I'll call your mother and tell her to send you peroxide."

*

"Here?" Shannon shook his head as they let themselves in the door that connected the kitchen and garage at Brian's.

"Not in the mood to worry about hotel staff or bullshit," Bob murmured. "And I think Matt's cousin would have a heart attack in the next room tonight even if the girls are further down the hall."

Shannon laughed weakly.

"They that bad?" Bob whispered pulling Shannon into his arms.

"Fuck, I don't know," Shannon shook his head. "Jared was fucked I know that much. Cortez is hard to tell. Matt's brother had cops showing up and accusing him of molesting their cousin's kid and all sorts of bullshit. Brian spent half of yesterday and all this morning on the phone working on getting restraining orders and arranging a leave of absence possibly quitting for Desiree but bullying and making sure the whole of it came out that she had decent references. Son of a bitch was beating on her."

"Yeah, Matt is beyond fucked too," Bob sighed. "Jesus."

"Jared was terrified, more of losing Matt than anything I think, but fucking terrified..."

"Nothing to do but clean up the fall out. Matt isn't letting go of Jared as long as he's alive unless Jared makes him."

"Yeah, well, it's the alive part I'm worried about."

"He won't get stupid if they go out, keep his head on enough not to go anywhere Jared can't handle. He's with you guys all summer. I'm a phone call away, Roxy'll be out with you guys."

"You're not arguing the alive part."

"Nope. At least not 'til I see Matt," Bob sighed. It really was pointless to try to convince Shannon that Matt didn't get in some pretty fucked up dark mind sets and beyond completely careless with himself. "But he won't get that stupid with Jared right on him."

"If Jared manages to have half a fucking functioning brain cell himself."

"When it comes to Matt he does."

"Yeah," Shannon sighed. "No booze in the house is there?"

"Better fuckin' not be," Bob grumbled. "You want to go grab something?"

"Nah," Shannon pressed a little further against Bob.

"How about a nap in front of the TV?"

Shannon smiled. "He'll have a shit fit if we fuck on his couch."

"So?" Bob raised an eyebrow.

"Lube?"

"Probably some in his office. At least a tube or two in the bag he keeps packed in the office if there's emergencies with one of the bands."

Shannon stared.

"He tour managed The Used and managed My Chem at the same time. Back when Mikey and Gee were drinking and Gee was using. When Bert and Gerard were fucking around. When Mikey and Pete were being sweet little dudes..." Bob shook his head. "Wouldn't surprise me he had a case of lube in the closet in his office, right next to a couple cases of condoms, and lice shampoo. Stocked up so he has a couple of each to grab when he's got to head out for a road emergency."

"Point," Shannon laughed tiredly.

"C'mon," Bob tugged Shannon toward the living room. He toed off his shoes and stretched out on the couch, pulling Shan down on top of him. He reached for the remote and pressed it into Shannon's hand.

"Wow, you're even letting me have the remote," Shannon teased. "I must look like hell."

"Yeah, you do," Bob agreed.

"Thanks," Shannon snorted.

"You're welcome."

"Asshole," Shannon muttered with a little amused huff.

Bob slid his arms around Shannon, one hand going to the back of his neck and starting to rub at the knots there. Jared and Matt would keep each other from completely self destructing, and Brian could fucking deal with the mess he brought back from Jersey with him. "Rest."