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dorksidefikerTitle: No Words
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: Generation X
Table/Prompt: Table A/3. Funeral
Character/Pairing: Jono
Rating: PG
Word Count: 231
Summary: Jono has nothing to say.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Jono doesn’t know what to say to Everett’s parents, so he doesn’t say anything at all. He catches Everett’s little brothers and sisters staring at him, all except for the baby (who doesn’t seem to see much of anything), but they stare at everyone, so it doesn’t matter. One of them speaks to Angelo in rapid fire Spanish, but Jono can’t put a name to the face. Everett used to talk about them, but Jono had never really listened. He wishes, now, that he had. He wishes for a lot of things. Mostly, he wishes that Everett was here, and that this wasn’t a funeral.
Barring that, he wishes that he could retreat to his basement, but one look from Emma assures him that this will not be happening.
Everett’s mother comes up to him and introduces herself with a brittle smile. She does not linger; his telepathy makes her uncomfortable.
Monet leaves, making no excuses for herself. She just opens the window and she’s gone. Nobody tries to stop her, and nobody follows.
Jubilee is unnaturally silent when she wraps her arms around Jono, burring her face against his shoulder. She’s crying again. He lets her.
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: Generation X
Table/Prompt: Table A/3. Funeral
Character/Pairing: Jono
Rating: PG
Word Count: 231
Summary: Jono has nothing to say.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Jono doesn’t know what to say to Everett’s parents, so he doesn’t say anything at all. He catches Everett’s little brothers and sisters staring at him, all except for the baby (who doesn’t seem to see much of anything), but they stare at everyone, so it doesn’t matter. One of them speaks to Angelo in rapid fire Spanish, but Jono can’t put a name to the face. Everett used to talk about them, but Jono had never really listened. He wishes, now, that he had. He wishes for a lot of things. Mostly, he wishes that Everett was here, and that this wasn’t a funeral.
Barring that, he wishes that he could retreat to his basement, but one look from Emma assures him that this will not be happening.
Everett’s mother comes up to him and introduces herself with a brittle smile. She does not linger; his telepathy makes her uncomfortable.
Monet leaves, making no excuses for herself. She just opens the window and she’s gone. Nobody tries to stop her, and nobody follows.
Jubilee is unnaturally silent when she wraps her arms around Jono, burring her face against his shoulder. She’s crying again. He lets her.