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ajremixTitle: What's in a Name
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG for mild language and typical sibling abuse
Word Count: 786
Characters: Ted, Booster, Michelle
In Response to: 30 days of Boostle - scorn
Summary: Inspired by this thread. Potentially takes place in The Inventor-verse. Don't annoy someone that knows all you darkest, childhood secrets.
Ted has a manual for a 23rd century solar energy collector in his lap, giddily reading and rereading the specs for the power converter when they come in. First is Michelle with a too-wide grin that's reminiscent more of Ted on his prankiest days than her own twin. Booster follows in quickly, looking a bit panicked. Ted carefully bookmarks his spot and says, "What's up?"
Michelle still smiles too-widely. "Nothing much. How've you been, Ted?"
"Not bad. Didn't know you were dropping by."
"Just needed to look something up in the chrono-library."
"Yeah?" Ted's eyes dart between her and a badly fidgeting Booster. "Is something going on?"
"Not really. I was just wondering how things were going between you and Michael Jo-mph!"
"Haha, Shel," Booster says with a pasted-on grin while his sister struggles to get out of the hand clapped over her mouth. "That Gotham air- you know how it makes people crazy."
She gives him a sidelong glare and stomps on Booster's instep. He makes a pained squeak, but still holds tight. Ted just cups his chin in one hand and watches the show. Michelle stomps again- this time really digging her heel in, and Booster doubles over with a terse, "Owowowowow!"
"Oh, Michael Jon," she slaps his shoulder hard enough to get another 'ow'. "You know how his stupid makes him stupid."
Ted raises an eyebrow. "'Michael Jon'?"
Michelle smiles innocently, "Well, that's his name."
"I thought Jon was his middle name."
"He doesn't have a middle name. Neither of us do."
"Huh. So Michael Jon is his full first name?"
"Oh, yes. Did he never tell you that?" She gives her brother a look of mock disapproval. "Michael Jon, you shouldn't be keeping secrets from your partner."
Booster hops on one foot, gingerly attempting to put weight on the injured one. "You're dead," he tells her. "I'm going to kill you in your sleep and dance on your grave."
"Fine. I'll just become a zombie and decorate my tombstone with your entrails."
"Then I'll just have to stink the place up until animals come to chew up my dead carcass and, by proxy, yours."
Michelle raises an eyebrow. "Animals stay away from zombies. Everybody knows that."
Booster grins nastily. "What about insects? Like maggots. Or slugs?"
Involuntarily, Michelle's body tenses and shudders violently. She turns to Booster with a tight, intense glare of hate. "Don't."
"What? You have a problem with slu-"
A finger swinging right under his nose cuts Booster short. Michelle's lips sneers as she bites out. "Wharf." Booster's mouth clicks shut.
Ted can't hold back a snort of laughter. "Wow, Boost- what'd you do to piss Michelle off this time?"
"He's my brother, he's required to piss me off. Thus years of me collecting blackmail material on him." She smiles sweetly as she pats Booster's cheek. "And, now that your partner knows the dark, terrible secret of your name, I'm going to do what I originally came to do."
As Michelle happily bounced away, Booster mutters under his breath, "You mean humiliating me wasn't it?"
"I heard that," she sings back, "and you know I can do worse!"
He gives Ted a flat look. "You see how she treats me? She's more like a barely benevolent dictator than a sister."
Ted chuckles, pulling the pouting man into his lap. "Aw, c'mon. Michael Jon isn't a terrible name. Not like, you know, Melvin or something."
Booster's pout turns into a grimace. "Don't call me that, please."
"Alright. But only if you let me call you Michael. Or even just Mike."
The grimace deepens. "Ted, you know why I don't like that."
"I'm not going to call you that all the time. Just on special occasions," Ted's hand flattens along Booster's side, palming up to his chest and sweeping against the strong, broad planes there. "When it's just the two of us," he tilts his head up, cupping the back of Booster's head, "alone," then he whispers, letting Booster taste the shape of the name on his lips, "Michael."
Booster can't help the reflexive shiver, breath catching momentarily.
Ted continues on, "I'll say it every night before we go to sleep, whenever we have sex, every time you touch me, every time I hold you close and tell you how much I love you. I'll say it until every time you hear that name you'll think of me waiting for you to come home, lying in your bed, needing you to kiss me."
Booster grabs Ted desperately, whimpering against his lips. "Ted..."
He strokes Booster's hair, "I love you, Michael," and kisses him again and judging from the way Booster kisses back, Ted figures the first step is a success.
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG for mild language and typical sibling abuse
Word Count: 786
Characters: Ted, Booster, Michelle
In Response to: 30 days of Boostle - scorn
Summary: Inspired by this thread. Potentially takes place in The Inventor-verse. Don't annoy someone that knows all you darkest, childhood secrets.
Ted has a manual for a 23rd century solar energy collector in his lap, giddily reading and rereading the specs for the power converter when they come in. First is Michelle with a too-wide grin that's reminiscent more of Ted on his prankiest days than her own twin. Booster follows in quickly, looking a bit panicked. Ted carefully bookmarks his spot and says, "What's up?"
Michelle still smiles too-widely. "Nothing much. How've you been, Ted?"
"Not bad. Didn't know you were dropping by."
"Just needed to look something up in the chrono-library."
"Yeah?" Ted's eyes dart between her and a badly fidgeting Booster. "Is something going on?"
"Not really. I was just wondering how things were going between you and Michael Jo-mph!"
"Haha, Shel," Booster says with a pasted-on grin while his sister struggles to get out of the hand clapped over her mouth. "That Gotham air- you know how it makes people crazy."
She gives him a sidelong glare and stomps on Booster's instep. He makes a pained squeak, but still holds tight. Ted just cups his chin in one hand and watches the show. Michelle stomps again- this time really digging her heel in, and Booster doubles over with a terse, "Owowowowow!"
"Oh, Michael Jon," she slaps his shoulder hard enough to get another 'ow'. "You know how his stupid makes him stupid."
Ted raises an eyebrow. "'Michael Jon'?"
Michelle smiles innocently, "Well, that's his name."
"I thought Jon was his middle name."
"He doesn't have a middle name. Neither of us do."
"Huh. So Michael Jon is his full first name?"
"Oh, yes. Did he never tell you that?" She gives her brother a look of mock disapproval. "Michael Jon, you shouldn't be keeping secrets from your partner."
Booster hops on one foot, gingerly attempting to put weight on the injured one. "You're dead," he tells her. "I'm going to kill you in your sleep and dance on your grave."
"Fine. I'll just become a zombie and decorate my tombstone with your entrails."
"Then I'll just have to stink the place up until animals come to chew up my dead carcass and, by proxy, yours."
Michelle raises an eyebrow. "Animals stay away from zombies. Everybody knows that."
Booster grins nastily. "What about insects? Like maggots. Or slugs?"
Involuntarily, Michelle's body tenses and shudders violently. She turns to Booster with a tight, intense glare of hate. "Don't."
"What? You have a problem with slu-"
A finger swinging right under his nose cuts Booster short. Michelle's lips sneers as she bites out. "Wharf." Booster's mouth clicks shut.
Ted can't hold back a snort of laughter. "Wow, Boost- what'd you do to piss Michelle off this time?"
"He's my brother, he's required to piss me off. Thus years of me collecting blackmail material on him." She smiles sweetly as she pats Booster's cheek. "And, now that your partner knows the dark, terrible secret of your name, I'm going to do what I originally came to do."
As Michelle happily bounced away, Booster mutters under his breath, "You mean humiliating me wasn't it?"
"I heard that," she sings back, "and you know I can do worse!"
He gives Ted a flat look. "You see how she treats me? She's more like a barely benevolent dictator than a sister."
Ted chuckles, pulling the pouting man into his lap. "Aw, c'mon. Michael Jon isn't a terrible name. Not like, you know, Melvin or something."
Booster's pout turns into a grimace. "Don't call me that, please."
"Alright. But only if you let me call you Michael. Or even just Mike."
The grimace deepens. "Ted, you know why I don't like that."
"I'm not going to call you that all the time. Just on special occasions," Ted's hand flattens along Booster's side, palming up to his chest and sweeping against the strong, broad planes there. "When it's just the two of us," he tilts his head up, cupping the back of Booster's head, "alone," then he whispers, letting Booster taste the shape of the name on his lips, "Michael."
Booster can't help the reflexive shiver, breath catching momentarily.
Ted continues on, "I'll say it every night before we go to sleep, whenever we have sex, every time you touch me, every time I hold you close and tell you how much I love you. I'll say it until every time you hear that name you'll think of me waiting for you to come home, lying in your bed, needing you to kiss me."
Booster grabs Ted desperately, whimpering against his lips. "Ted..."
He strokes Booster's hair, "I love you, Michael," and kisses him again and judging from the way Booster kisses back, Ted figures the first step is a success.
