Head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums Who: National Security (absolutecontrol), Nuclear Power (brighter_tmrw) & Chaos Theory [NPC] What: They're a normal family. Sort of. They're trying, okay? Where: LA When: Thursday Warnings: None.
Jamie heard her before he saw them.
"DADDY! DADDY DADDY DADDY!"
The shout was followed by flailing limbs and a thud. Then a small blonde whirlwind was dashing towards him, and then there were tiny hands, putting additional creases into his trouser legs. He did what he always did. Picked her up and tolerated the hand clutching at his jacket and his tie and his hair for all of thirty-seven seconds before he told her to stop.
"Okay," the little not-girl said, but kept her fingers wrapped around his tie tightly.
"No pulling." "OKAY!"
Jamie gave her a stern look before he turned to Enola, grinning lopsidedly. "How was the flight?"