Note: Once again, I'm playing in the Scribe's universe, so unless they came from the show, they belong to her.
Note II: This is a series, but there is no real timeline, so they can be read in any order.
Note III: This one came about while watching my little brother and sister. Let's just say that they were extremely bored and that my baby brother is extremely inventive. He's the one that said, "The only thing that will get your attention off those stupid fanfics is Chris Larabee and the rest of the Seven stripping off their clothes!" And thus, Dance Fever was born.
Thank yous: To Linda for letting me play in her universe and to Karen for her betaing.
Chris relaxed into his chair, Mary beside him. Billy sat across from them, reading a book assigned by his teacher. Michael, Kyle, and Sarah were out playing. Chris had been a tad bit suspicious when his two youngest sons said they wanted to play with their baby sister, but Mary encouraged them, so he let them go. After nearly thirty minutes of quiet, Chris started to relax.
"Ma! Dad!" The pounding of feet followed the yells, bringing both parents and Billy to their feet. Michael and Kyle ran into the room, Sarah safe in Michael's arms.
"Ma! Dad! You gotta see this!" Kyle announced as he sat down on the floor with his two year old sister in his lap.
Mary, Chris, and Billy watched as Michael handed his younger brother a picture frame with only the glass in it. Kyle carefully placed it in between Sarah and Michael.
Michael threw a grin at his parents before turning back to his brother and sister. Raising a hand, he gently tapped on the glass. "Here, fishy, fishy. Here, fishy, fishy."
Mary watched in horror as her son made the most obnoxious noises while continuously tapping the glass, trying to get his baby sister to follow his finger.
"Here, fishy, fishy! Here, fishy, fishy! C'mon, c'mon, follow my finger!"
Kyle was shaking with silent laughter, knowing what was coming next.
Micahel reached into his pocket, pulling out a short piece of black liquorice. Sarah's eyes light up at the sight of the candy.
Mike wiggled the long, black 'worm" in front of Sarah, with the glass still between them. "How 'bout this? You like this better? Here, fishy, fishy!"
Sarah nearly flattened herself on the glass as she tried to get to the candy. She followed the wiggling candy all over the place. Her small pink mouth opening and closing, trying to catch the sweet with her tiny teeth.
Billy ran from the room.
Once Michael dropped the liquorice into Sarah's awaiting hands, he glanced over at his parents.
His mother stood stock still, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
His father had his hand over his mouth, shaking so hard that he could barely stand.
Later that night ...
"Here, fishy, fishy ..."
"Chris Larabee, so help me ..."
Finis
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