Lyle Majors (smartassets) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-09-16 22:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | fisher, lyle |
Wednesday 1/07/08
Who: Fisher and Lyle
What: Fisher needs to freak out to someone
Where: Lyle's room
When: Wednesday evening, after seeing James
Rating: G
James was asleep. or at least pretending to be so, so Fisher slipped out of his room silently. he was a hundred times grateful that Devon hadn't woken up in the interim, because the medium didn't know how he'd explain to a five year old stranger why some weird goth guy was spooning with his estranged father on the bed across the room. Closing the door silently, Fisher almost took off at a run towards his brother's room. This was big news, bigger than Fisher could handle alone. Knocing on the young vampire's door, he waited impatiently for Lyle to finally open it. His brother wasn't wearing a shirt, and he looked weary.
"I need to talk," Fisher said before any words could come out of Lyle's mouth. "Right fucking now." He slipped into the room under Lyle's outstretched arm and sat on the bed, grabbing The Waco Kid off the pillow and tossing it from hand to hand.
Lyle had been reading and relaxing and not worrying about the insane amounts of stress in his life, for once. And oh, what a glorious 40 minutes it had been. But as with most things, Fisher had to burst in and ruin it. Sighing heavily, Lyle tossed his book onto his dresser, not bothering with a bookmark. There was no point. He'd never get to finish the damn thing. He'd owned the book for a year now and was only in chapter four. Closing the door, he sat down next to his older brother, looking somewhat bored but willing to listen. "Okay, what's the drama today?"
Fisher caught Lyle's snarky tone, and didn't appreciate it. But he wasn't going to bother dignifying it with ackowledgement because he was going to drop a huge bomb on the kid. "James has a son," he said bluntly. "He and I had a date on Saturday and he left without telling me what was going on, or why he had to leave. he just said he was going to New York and he'd be back whenever. And he came back today with a five year old named Devon."
Lyle stared at his brother, just stared. But staring didn't make the sentence make any more sense. "James has a son?" he asked, baffled. How the fuck could James have a son? Isn't that something James would have known about oh, five fucking years ago?? More than that, what difference did that make to Fisher? he and James had split, hadn't they? "So..." he began, but didn't come up with anything else.
Lyle was so not helping. "Yes," Fisher said tersely. "He has a son. And I got to see him just ten minutes ago for the first time. James told me he was back and that I needed to come to his room, and then suddenly there's just this... fucking kid sleeping on the bed. And he looks just like James. And... what the fuck am I gonna do??" fisher knew James didn't want to do this alone. But he couldn't help him, He couldn't even help himself. This was a trainwreck in the making and Devon was the one who'd get screwed the most.
"Look, I know this sounds totally selfish and I'm a complete dick for even thinking it, but... I can't freak out to James because he's freaking out enough but holy shit he has a kid, he has a KID and I fucking hate children and how the fuck am I supposed to deal with this?" He threw The Waco Kid across the room, the poor alligator bouncing off the far wall. Lyle frowned at him, but he didn't notice. "I love James. But I'm no good for James. And I'm definitely no good for some dumb, fucking kid."
As usual, Fisher's head was up his ass and not thinking about the world around him. Weren't the oldest children of the family supposed to be the responsible ones, and the babies the selfish, spoiled, needy ones? Clearly their genetics worked backwards. "Look, Little Miss Drama, calm the fuck down. He's not your kid for Gods' sake. And has James asked you at all to help raise him?" Judging from the ashamed, downcast look on Fisher's face, it was obvious that the answer was no. Sighing again, Lyle moved up beside his brother, nudging him a little. "Look. Kids aren't that hard to figure out. They're like little real people. Just... don't act like you do."
Lyle had made a point- it wasn't exactly Fisher's problem to take care of Devon. But he loved James, and he knew James couldn't do this alone. And he wanted to help, he just didn't know how. He couldn't take care of himself, which is why he'd broken it off with James. And James couldn't take care of himself either, and now he had a child to deal with on top of that. How was Fisher supposed to just sit by and not want to help?
"Wait, what do you mean, don't act like I do? How the fuck do I act?"
Lyle smiled. "Like the world is coming to an end. Every little crisis is this huge thing and you freak out. And you can't do that. Kids can smell fear." It made them sound like animals, but it was true. Kids, especially really young ones, especially ones in a foreign atmosphere, looked for weaknesses in people and tried to exploit them. "Grow some balls, brother dear. I know you like James, and I know he matters to you. And I know you broke up, but... I'm guessing you still love him. So this kid's in your life now." He nudged Fisher with his elbow again. "So in the timeless words of my girlfriend, man up."
Fisher rested his head against Lyle (who was taller than him the fucker), curling his knees to his chest. "Man up," he repeated. Simple philosophy. Not so easy to follow. Lyle was right, Fisher did fall to pieces when things went wrong. Which is what scared him most about this. James needed someone who could be strong, someone who could be a rock when things got tough. Fisher wasn't that guy. "This kid is screwed," he murmured.
Lyle rested his head on top of his brother's. He was small and thin and possibly the most broken person he'd ever met. "That kis id screwed," he agreed.