MCA #-2- Saturday morning

[fates_jaye]

Jaye had no idea why she was awake this early. It was Saturday. Saturdays were made for sleeping in and then bumming around all day till you could get out to the bar that night so you could then sleep in on Sunday. And yet here she was.

Completely annoyed by this, she flopped onto the sofa with the remote, flipping channels and trying to find something that didn't suck. See, this was another reason these mornings were meant to be slept through.


[I'm sure no one can guess what will happen here!]

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[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

So, whatever. It was one of those weekends. Having been through this before, this particular thirteen-year-old knew how to find people by now thanks to certain Jedi superpowers, which was why he was able to find the right door.

The basement? Really? Somewhere his grandparents were halfway between a sigh and crying and didn't know why.

Knock, knock, Mom.

[fates_jaye]

"Go away!" Jaye called, because the sofa was comfortable and the door was all the way over there.

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

He knew how this went.

"Come out here and make me!"

[fates_jaye]

That was... not the reaction she was expecting. Mostly curious now, she actually pulled herself out of her nice comfortable seat and walked to the door and opened it.

"Who are you?"

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

"That," he said, "is why I'm going to end up in therapy. I'm OJ. What's for breakfast?"

And then he slid past her into the apartment to check it out. A basement. Seriously. What.

[fates_jaye]

"Usually the OJ mention comes after the breakfast question," she said, still confused... and then it sunk in. "...No."

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

"Oh, like you haven't done this before," OJ said, plopping into what had been Jaye's seat.

[fates_jaye]

"Weren't you little, or something?" she asked. "You're in my seat."

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

"I don't see your name on it," he replied.

[fates_jaye]

"It's my apartment. Everything is implied to have my name on it," Jaye pointed out.

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

"Well it doesn't," OJ shrugged.

[fates_jaye]

She didn't know whether to smack him or be proud. Or smack him and be proud. Or be proud and then smack him.

"Up."

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

If they were going to get monosyllabic...

"Breakfast."

Wait, that was two syllables. Darn it.

[fates_jaye]

"Why don't you make it?" Jaye asked, finally taking a seat that was not hers, but that kid wasn't budging.

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

"Because that's just not a good idea," OJ told her knowingly. "Plus I'm lazy."

[fates_jaye]

"And I'm not?"

Really. Come on.

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

"I'm thirteen. I'm supposed to be lazy," he reasoned. "You're the adult here."

[fates_jaye]

"This is why I should never have children," Jaye said, to her alternate universe kid.

She frowned, then looked at him. "Your dad must hate us."

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

"Oh, we're normal till he goes on a mission somewhere," OJ said. "But I think that's why I'm supposed to go here next year."

[fates_jaye]

Oh the horror. "Nooooo," she replied, eloquently.

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

"It's an alternate reality," OJ said, looking a little grossed out himself. "Like I want to go to school when my mom's hanging around in town."

[fates_jaye]

Hey.

"Hey, I am awesome," Jaye pointed out.

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

"Um, you're a huge mom about everything," he said, putting his feet up on the coffee table.

[fates_jaye]

Oh god. Her first instinct was to tell him to get his feet off the table. It was starting!

"Unless I suffered a severe blow to the head, that's a total lie," Jaye said.

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it was, but he wasn't going to say that. "If you say so..."

[fates_jaye]

"This is all Anakin's fault for invoking your name," Jaye grumbled, folding her arms.

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

"I think it's your fault and Dad's for not teaching me to go through strange portals," he replied.

[fates_jaye]

"How is your dad, anyway?" Oh, Obi-wan. Swoon.

Jaye should really never ever find out what happened to him. Or that he got all old. Not that he looked bad when he was old or anything, but... old. And dead.

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

And here OJ would also rather not ever know that he was from alternate reality where Uncle Anakin never slaughtered him ruthlessly along with all the other kids in the Temple. Basically there was a lot of sharing that should never really happen.

OJ shrugged. "Doing things."

[fates_jaye]

Brat. "That's not helpful."

[slackerjedi.livejournal.com]

"You didn't say you wanted helpful. You need to be specific about these things," he bratted.