Pairing: Colby/Charlie, Don, Alan, OFC
Disclaimer: Belongs to other people, not me.
Summary: Don finds there’s nothing like family for balancing the old karma.
Previous chapters: Part of the Vignettes ‘verse after Varsity.
Notes: I guess really just a bit of silliness. Feedback please. o_o
Beta(s): irena_adler \/\/00+ !!!!!!
Don rushed into the house, not sure what he would find. Charlie had called in a panic hardly able to get two words out. All Don had managed to make out really was ‘Esther’ and ‘hysterical’. That had been enough.
“I’m sure she’ll be miserable with him.”
“Want me to sick the IRS on her parents? I’m sure they’re the tax evasion type.”
Esther gave another little giggle and a sniff. “Could you?”
“We’ll see.” Don brushed some curls, damp with tears, from her face. “This might be for the best, I mean you’re going to university in a couple of months, your first publication will be out before you check into your dorm. Do you really want to be celebrating that with some cheerleader who doesn’t appreciate the wonderfulness that is you?”
“She’s a really good kisser, Uncle Don.”
Don sighed, reminding himself never to underestimate the power of teen aged hormones. “You know your fathers are worried sick?” Esther just looked away. “They think you’re dying up here, they can only think of the worst.” Esther bit her lip and shrugged a little. “You’re going to have to tell them something.” Esther shook her head. “It’s not like they’re in a position to be judgemental you know.”
“I just don’t...I don’t want to have that conversation yet.”
“Ok.” Don tried to smooth her hair down a bit. It was worse than Charlie’s “Tell you what. Why don’t you go wash your face ‘cause you look like hell.” Esther stuck her tongue out, “I’ll go down stairs and tell your dads that you had a bad break-up” Esther quickly started to object. “I’ll leave out the details, just enough that they’ll stop worrying. And after that we can go out for ice cream or something.”
“Can we go to the shop on
“There’s this girl who works there after school...”
“Speaking as your wing man and the king of the bad decision rebound, give yourself a little time, ok?” Esther nodded and wiped her nose on her sleeve with a loud sniff. “Ok. Go get cleaned up. I’ll meet you down stairs.” Esther gave Don a hug and left the room.
Don took a deep breath and put his face in his hands, wondering how he ended up prime confidant of a teenaged girl. She should have someone her own age or at least gender to cry to. Then again every time Charlie had tried to cry to him in high school he’d just shooed him away. Don decided it was probably a karma thing.
Don headed downstairs where Charlie, Colby and Alan were anxiously waiting. Charlie jumped up.
“It’s ok, she’s ok.”
“What happened?” Colby asked.
“Broken heart, she was dumped.”
“She was dumped!” Alan exclaimed.
“She was dating!” Came from Charlie and Colby.
“It’s was one of those high school things. You know, there’s someone you like, you pass notes in class, hold hands during lunch, tell yourself it’s true love and three months later you find them making out under the bleachers with someone else and it’s the end of the world.”
“Oh poor thing.” Alan said with a little more sympathy than Charlie and Colby who still seemed caught up on the whole dating thing.
“Where is she?” Charlie asked.
“Washing her face. We’re going to go out for ice cream and talk about how girls are mean and boys are stupid and being fifteen is just hell in general.”
“I liked fifteen.” Charlie said.
“That’s because you had hot math professors inviting you out for romantic weekends and absurdly clear skin.” Don said.
“I had zits.” Charlie defended.
“I’ve seen the pictures from
Esther came slowly down the stairs and stood in front of her fathers. They both pulled her into a hug.
“Oh, sweetie I’m so sorry.” Colby said.
Esther shrugged. “I’ll be ok.” She mumbled.
“You’ll find someone wonderful one day, I promise.” Charlie said. “High school’s just really not the time to be looking.”
Don found himself pulled aside by his father. “Was it that cheerleading girl?” Alan asked softly. Don’s eyes bugged out. “The boys are oblivious to some things, I’m not.”
Don nodded “Yeah.”
Alan shook his head. “Probably for the best. Reminded me too much of Jenny what’s her name.”
“Right, she was no good for you.”
Don rolled his eyes. “There was nothing wrong with Jenny Francis.”
“She got you into all kinds of trouble and broke your heart.”
“I lived, she was a life lesson.”
“Right, never date six foot tall, clepto, blonds.”
“And an important lesson it was.”
Don turned back to where Esther was just managing to detangle herself from the joint parental hug.
“Come on, sweetie. Let’s go find out just how much chocolate it takes to get you sick these days.”
“My face will break out.”
“Don’t worry, your dad can give you good tips on concealer.”