Post by HailStorm on May 11, 2006 17:28:20 GMT -5
Um... I'm quite sure that I haven't ever posted this before, but sometimes my memory goes fuzzy when it's may and the birds are singing in the beautiful... well it's dark out but nonetheless. So appologies if this isn't new to you. it's not new to me because I started it a bazillion years ago, I've just stapled on a sort of end section. It was originally supposed to be a lot more ambitious and concern all the members of the science club but that bit went terrible so I changed it. It is now a sort of "ever wondered about how Lucas and Marshall first met? What would that be like?" Anyway, tally ho.
Title: The First Day
Author: HailStorm
Summary: the start of beautiful friendship.
Rating/warnings: this fic contains references to face pulling. That's about as shocking as it gets (appart from the shockin element of me writing a Marshall and Lucas based fic that isn't slashy ) so G.
“…and then they stick your head in the toilet and flush it.” Grant finished triumphantly, grinning horribly at his little brother.
“Now Grant. What have we told you about telling lies? They never actually flushed the toilet with your head in it, they just stick…”
“Now that’s enough from both of you.” Marshall’s mother came to his rescue at last, turning around slightly in her seat to give one son a stern look and the other a benevolent smile. “It’s not fair to terrorise him before he even gets there. You’re supposed to look after him, Grant, not upset him.”
Marshall resisted the urge to give his brother a ‘so there’ kick, knowing it would only start a fight that he’d lose anyway. He stared complacently out of the car window, squinting against the September sunshine. In a car in the next lane a boy was playing a hand-held computer game. Marshall amused himself for a small while by trying to guess what the boy was like, a favourite game of his. He was smallish, paleish and had brown hair. He also wore glasses. Not really much to go on. Presently the boy looked up, having evidently finished his game. He spotted Marshall looking at him, frowned and then stuck out his tongue and pulled his nose to imitate a pig’s snout. The woman in the front seat turned to shout at him.
“Lucas! What on earth did you do that for?” Lucas’s mother asked sharply.
“He was looking at me funny!”
“I don’t care if he was… if he was… I don’t care. That’s no excuse to make faces at people. And people in cars too! What if a driver had seen you do that – you could have caused an accident!”
Lucas’s father suppressed a snort at his wife’s wild overreaction.
“You know, son, when I was a little boy my mom always used to tell me a story about the little boy who made faces. One day the wind changed and he was stuck like that.”
“So? That’s just a dumb story used to scare dumb kids into doing what they’re told.”
“Yes,” Mr Randall replied “but is shows us that your nana is a deeply unbalanced individual and that kind of things run in the family. I may be driving this car safely now but you never know what could set me off. Making faces maybe?”
Sincerely doubting that his father would actually snap and drive them under the wheels of a truck but not wanting to chance it anyway, Lucas gave up and slumped down further in his seat. But not before inwardly cursing that guy who’d gotten him into trouble and shooting him a subtle sneer.
As the car got closer and closer to its destination, Marshall noticed with a slightly sinking feeling that they seemed to be on the same route as the car with the boy who’d pulled a face.
“Dad! Dad! They’re following us! They’re tailing us! Quick! Turn off and we’ll lose them!”
“Lucas don’t distract your father! And don’t be so silly.”
“But he’s out for reve…”
“Lucas, I’m warning you…”
Lucas sat on his brand new bed in his brand new room, absolutely convinced that he was cursed. The boy that had been looking at him funny was busy filling up his half of the closet with clothing. How could this have happened to him? Why?! Maybe… yes! That guy had been looking at him funny because he knew that they would be sharing a room. He’d already been briefed on the whole set up. He was… a spy! But for whom? His parents? Nah, his mom was omniscient – she didn’t need spies. His last Principal? Or did this thing go right to the top? What could the CIA possibly want with him... ?
“Aha!” he exclaimed, surprising both himself and his suspicious new roommate.
“What?”
Lucas paused. Would it be wise to let them know he was onto them? Or would it make things worse. Mind you, if they knew he was onto them, they would probably have to come up with a new strategy and he could at least have a normal roomie. Plus he was pretty much powerless to prevent himself from gloating.
“I’m onto you! And you can tell your bosses that too. And now I know. My research into extra terrestrial life invading our planet MUST be getting close to the truth!”
The other boy opened his mouth to speak. Then closed it. He had the general demeanour of a person plunged unexpectedly into an alternate universe where warm snow falls up and the pop charts are dominated by scratchy recordings of sheep bleating over a techno beat. He blinked. And then seemed to come to a decision.
“Your name’s Lucas, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Shut up, Lucas.”
There was a brief silence.
"I saw a foosball table in the student lounge thingy. Want to go play?"
"Okay then."
END.
(the very exciting and thrilling response thread can be found here)
Title: The First Day
Author: HailStorm
Summary: the start of beautiful friendship.
Rating/warnings: this fic contains references to face pulling. That's about as shocking as it gets (appart from the shockin element of me writing a Marshall and Lucas based fic that isn't slashy ) so G.
“…and then they stick your head in the toilet and flush it.” Grant finished triumphantly, grinning horribly at his little brother.
“Now Grant. What have we told you about telling lies? They never actually flushed the toilet with your head in it, they just stick…”
“Now that’s enough from both of you.” Marshall’s mother came to his rescue at last, turning around slightly in her seat to give one son a stern look and the other a benevolent smile. “It’s not fair to terrorise him before he even gets there. You’re supposed to look after him, Grant, not upset him.”
Marshall resisted the urge to give his brother a ‘so there’ kick, knowing it would only start a fight that he’d lose anyway. He stared complacently out of the car window, squinting against the September sunshine. In a car in the next lane a boy was playing a hand-held computer game. Marshall amused himself for a small while by trying to guess what the boy was like, a favourite game of his. He was smallish, paleish and had brown hair. He also wore glasses. Not really much to go on. Presently the boy looked up, having evidently finished his game. He spotted Marshall looking at him, frowned and then stuck out his tongue and pulled his nose to imitate a pig’s snout. The woman in the front seat turned to shout at him.
“Lucas! What on earth did you do that for?” Lucas’s mother asked sharply.
“He was looking at me funny!”
“I don’t care if he was… if he was… I don’t care. That’s no excuse to make faces at people. And people in cars too! What if a driver had seen you do that – you could have caused an accident!”
Lucas’s father suppressed a snort at his wife’s wild overreaction.
“You know, son, when I was a little boy my mom always used to tell me a story about the little boy who made faces. One day the wind changed and he was stuck like that.”
“So? That’s just a dumb story used to scare dumb kids into doing what they’re told.”
“Yes,” Mr Randall replied “but is shows us that your nana is a deeply unbalanced individual and that kind of things run in the family. I may be driving this car safely now but you never know what could set me off. Making faces maybe?”
Sincerely doubting that his father would actually snap and drive them under the wheels of a truck but not wanting to chance it anyway, Lucas gave up and slumped down further in his seat. But not before inwardly cursing that guy who’d gotten him into trouble and shooting him a subtle sneer.
As the car got closer and closer to its destination, Marshall noticed with a slightly sinking feeling that they seemed to be on the same route as the car with the boy who’d pulled a face.
“Dad! Dad! They’re following us! They’re tailing us! Quick! Turn off and we’ll lose them!”
“Lucas don’t distract your father! And don’t be so silly.”
“But he’s out for reve…”
“Lucas, I’m warning you…”
Lucas sat on his brand new bed in his brand new room, absolutely convinced that he was cursed. The boy that had been looking at him funny was busy filling up his half of the closet with clothing. How could this have happened to him? Why?! Maybe… yes! That guy had been looking at him funny because he knew that they would be sharing a room. He’d already been briefed on the whole set up. He was… a spy! But for whom? His parents? Nah, his mom was omniscient – she didn’t need spies. His last Principal? Or did this thing go right to the top? What could the CIA possibly want with him... ?
“Aha!” he exclaimed, surprising both himself and his suspicious new roommate.
“What?”
Lucas paused. Would it be wise to let them know he was onto them? Or would it make things worse. Mind you, if they knew he was onto them, they would probably have to come up with a new strategy and he could at least have a normal roomie. Plus he was pretty much powerless to prevent himself from gloating.
“I’m onto you! And you can tell your bosses that too. And now I know. My research into extra terrestrial life invading our planet MUST be getting close to the truth!”
The other boy opened his mouth to speak. Then closed it. He had the general demeanour of a person plunged unexpectedly into an alternate universe where warm snow falls up and the pop charts are dominated by scratchy recordings of sheep bleating over a techno beat. He blinked. And then seemed to come to a decision.
“Your name’s Lucas, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Shut up, Lucas.”
There was a brief silence.
"I saw a foosball table in the student lounge thingy. Want to go play?"
"Okay then."
END.
(the very exciting and thrilling response thread can be found here)