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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Thunderstorm
Prompt: thunder
Character: Casey Connor, Jason Connor (OC)
Words: 502
Finished: October 2017
Author's note: This story is part of my 'Homeland' Universe, where Casey & Zeke are married and have adopted a little boy, but it can be read as a stand-alone story
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The storm had reached its maximum. Lightning bolts followed by booming thunder, and rain was drumming on the porch roof and against the windows. The light was flickering on and off for the umpteenth time.
Casey sighed and closed his book. It probably made no sense to wait for Zeke's call; the telephone connection seemed to be falling off. One last round through the house to ensure all windows and doors were looked up safely. Also the cat flap was locked; Bella had looked for refuge somewhere in the closet, instead of sneaking into Jason's room, where she would sleep side by side with the little boy. Poor kitty; she hated thunderstorms.
Casey went upstairs and almost jumped when he heard a thunderous roll of thunder. Once he reached the upper floor, he decided to look after Jason before going into the bathroom.
There was not much that could trouble their little son, adopted son, to be precise when he had fallen asleep, but right now, the boy was sitting on his bed, knees pulled up, shaking all over.
Quickly, Casey stepped closer and sat down on the bedside. „Hey. Did the storm wake you up? It's loud, isn't it? But no need to worry.“
Jason looked at him with wide open eyes. „Not worried. I'm almost five.“ But his shaking voice told volumes.
Inwardly, Casey smiled; brave little guy, his start into life hadn't been the best, but this had only made him stronger. A fighter through and through. „Do you want to sleep in Dad's bed tonight?“
„Dad? He is home?“
Hopefully, Jason looked up; smiling, Casey shook his head. „He's in New York, you know that. When he comes back this weekend, I'm sure he will bring a surprise for you.“
Outside, the wind was howling, branches hit the window, and another lightning bolt lit the room for a split of a second. Booom. The thunder was not long in coming. Jason winced, and Casey put his arm around his shoulder. Indeed, this was the heaviest, most extended thunderstorm he could remember. Tomorrow, he would have a lot of fun in the garden with the damage it would cause for sure.
For the moment, though, he needed to take care of Jason. „C'mon,“ he murmured. „We will move you into the big bedroom.“
But the boy grabbed his blanket, refusing to stand up. „I can sleep in my room,“ he protested. „I'm a big boy.“
„Sure you are.“ Casey smiled. „But to be honest...“ He bent closer and whispered into Jason's ear. „I could need someone by my side tonight. This storm is pretty wild.“
Jason kept quiet for a moment, chewing on his lower lip like he always did when he was thinking hard. Finally, he nodded. „Okay. I guess I can sleep in Dad's bed tonight.“ He grabbed for Casey's hand. „But you don't need to worry, it's just a storm.“
Prompt: thunder
Character: Casey Connor, Jason Connor (OC)
Words: 502
Finished: October 2017
Author's note: This story is part of my 'Homeland' Universe, where Casey & Zeke are married and have adopted a little boy, but it can be read as a stand-alone story
:::
The storm had reached its maximum. Lightning bolts followed by booming thunder, and rain was drumming on the porch roof and against the windows. The light was flickering on and off for the umpteenth time.
Casey sighed and closed his book. It probably made no sense to wait for Zeke's call; the telephone connection seemed to be falling off. One last round through the house to ensure all windows and doors were looked up safely. Also the cat flap was locked; Bella had looked for refuge somewhere in the closet, instead of sneaking into Jason's room, where she would sleep side by side with the little boy. Poor kitty; she hated thunderstorms.
Casey went upstairs and almost jumped when he heard a thunderous roll of thunder. Once he reached the upper floor, he decided to look after Jason before going into the bathroom.
There was not much that could trouble their little son, adopted son, to be precise when he had fallen asleep, but right now, the boy was sitting on his bed, knees pulled up, shaking all over.
Quickly, Casey stepped closer and sat down on the bedside. „Hey. Did the storm wake you up? It's loud, isn't it? But no need to worry.“
Jason looked at him with wide open eyes. „Not worried. I'm almost five.“ But his shaking voice told volumes.
Inwardly, Casey smiled; brave little guy, his start into life hadn't been the best, but this had only made him stronger. A fighter through and through. „Do you want to sleep in Dad's bed tonight?“
„Dad? He is home?“
Hopefully, Jason looked up; smiling, Casey shook his head. „He's in New York, you know that. When he comes back this weekend, I'm sure he will bring a surprise for you.“
Outside, the wind was howling, branches hit the window, and another lightning bolt lit the room for a split of a second. Booom. The thunder was not long in coming. Jason winced, and Casey put his arm around his shoulder. Indeed, this was the heaviest, most extended thunderstorm he could remember. Tomorrow, he would have a lot of fun in the garden with the damage it would cause for sure.
For the moment, though, he needed to take care of Jason. „C'mon,“ he murmured. „We will move you into the big bedroom.“
But the boy grabbed his blanket, refusing to stand up. „I can sleep in my room,“ he protested. „I'm a big boy.“
„Sure you are.“ Casey smiled. „But to be honest...“ He bent closer and whispered into Jason's ear. „I could need someone by my side tonight. This storm is pretty wild.“
Jason kept quiet for a moment, chewing on his lower lip like he always did when he was thinking hard. Finally, he nodded. „Okay. I guess I can sleep in Dad's bed tonight.“ He grabbed for Casey's hand. „But you don't need to worry, it's just a storm.“