Post by Shannon Rutherford on Jun 28, 2007 10:01:32 GMT -5
Title: Need To Fix Mommy's Boo-Boos
Ship: PB&J
Rating: T
Warnings/Spoilers: For possibly disturbing images and because the story won't make sense to children. Rather sad. Post-Island. I really don't know where this idea came from; it just appeared in my head.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost in any way or form. Last time I checked, my name wasn't J.J., Damon, Carlton, ABC, or any other thing owning Lost.
Daddy wasn’t home; Mommy lay on the floor, bleeding. Her head, her legs; glass lay near the shattered window. She’d only been looking out when the strong burst of wind from the storm sent the window flying in millions of little pieces. Aaron had been in his room, playing with his toys, when a large noise caught his attention. He looked suspiciously at his mom, not moving. Aaron waddled to the bathroom, and waddled back.
“Need to fix Mommy’s boo-boos,” he muttered, placing a Band-Aid on her forehead proudly.
He frowned. He was going to need more Band-Aids. Aaron teetered back to the bathroom and pulled his stool up to the counter and stepped up on it; he began to open all the drawers, pulling out all the Band-Aids he could find, and something Mommy and Daddy called “bandages”, like when he’d knocked his head on the stairwell wall. He threw them into the laundry basket, hopped off his stool, picked up the basket and went back. Aaron picked up a Band-Aid and placed one on her arm.
“All better?” he asked hopefully. Mommy didn’t move.
He picked up a bandage and stared at it for the moment. How does it work? He thought. Aaron remembered how Mommy and Daddy had wrapped it around his head. He took his mother’s wrist and began to messily wrap it around the cut. There were so many boo-boos. What would Aaron do? He picked up fistfuls of Band-Aids, sitting them on the floor as he placed more of them on her cuts. Nothing was working; Mommy was still sleeping. Aaron went into the kitchen and looked up at the phone, far beyond his reach. Daddy told him not to climb the cabinets; good three-year-olds shouldn’t do that kind of thing. But he needed that phone; Mommy didn’t have a cell phone; Daddy had one. Carefully, Aaron began to scale the kitchen cabinets; he was so proud of himself when he reached the counter. Aaron reached and grabbed the phone; remembering the last time Mommy called Daddy’s cell phone, she only pressed 2. Aaron stood up and hit his finger on the button and returned to holding the phone with two hands.
“Hello?”
“Daddy?” Aaron asked, knowing that sometimes Daddy didn’t answer his phone.
“Aaron, you know you’re not supposed to play with phones or climb on the counter.”
Aaron ignored his scolding. “Daddy, I fixed Mommy’s boo-boos!”
Daddy’s voice became serious. “Aaron, what are you talking about? Where’s Mummy?”
“Mommy’s on the floor.”
“What kind of boo-boos does she have?”
“The red kind.”
“Aaron, stay there. Daddy’s coming.”
“Love you Daddy.”
“I love you too Aaron.”
Aaron placed the phone in its cradle and climbed down from the counter. He wandered back to Mommy and started putting on more Band-Aids and bandages.
“Need to fix Mommy’s boo-boos. Need to fix Mommy’s boo-boos.”
Ship: PB&J
Rating: T
Warnings/Spoilers: For possibly disturbing images and because the story won't make sense to children. Rather sad. Post-Island. I really don't know where this idea came from; it just appeared in my head.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost in any way or form. Last time I checked, my name wasn't J.J., Damon, Carlton, ABC, or any other thing owning Lost.
Daddy wasn’t home; Mommy lay on the floor, bleeding. Her head, her legs; glass lay near the shattered window. She’d only been looking out when the strong burst of wind from the storm sent the window flying in millions of little pieces. Aaron had been in his room, playing with his toys, when a large noise caught his attention. He looked suspiciously at his mom, not moving. Aaron waddled to the bathroom, and waddled back.
“Need to fix Mommy’s boo-boos,” he muttered, placing a Band-Aid on her forehead proudly.
He frowned. He was going to need more Band-Aids. Aaron teetered back to the bathroom and pulled his stool up to the counter and stepped up on it; he began to open all the drawers, pulling out all the Band-Aids he could find, and something Mommy and Daddy called “bandages”, like when he’d knocked his head on the stairwell wall. He threw them into the laundry basket, hopped off his stool, picked up the basket and went back. Aaron picked up a Band-Aid and placed one on her arm.
“All better?” he asked hopefully. Mommy didn’t move.
He picked up a bandage and stared at it for the moment. How does it work? He thought. Aaron remembered how Mommy and Daddy had wrapped it around his head. He took his mother’s wrist and began to messily wrap it around the cut. There were so many boo-boos. What would Aaron do? He picked up fistfuls of Band-Aids, sitting them on the floor as he placed more of them on her cuts. Nothing was working; Mommy was still sleeping. Aaron went into the kitchen and looked up at the phone, far beyond his reach. Daddy told him not to climb the cabinets; good three-year-olds shouldn’t do that kind of thing. But he needed that phone; Mommy didn’t have a cell phone; Daddy had one. Carefully, Aaron began to scale the kitchen cabinets; he was so proud of himself when he reached the counter. Aaron reached and grabbed the phone; remembering the last time Mommy called Daddy’s cell phone, she only pressed 2. Aaron stood up and hit his finger on the button and returned to holding the phone with two hands.
“Hello?”
“Daddy?” Aaron asked, knowing that sometimes Daddy didn’t answer his phone.
“Aaron, you know you’re not supposed to play with phones or climb on the counter.”
Aaron ignored his scolding. “Daddy, I fixed Mommy’s boo-boos!”
Daddy’s voice became serious. “Aaron, what are you talking about? Where’s Mummy?”
“Mommy’s on the floor.”
“What kind of boo-boos does she have?”
“The red kind.”
“Aaron, stay there. Daddy’s coming.”
“Love you Daddy.”
“I love you too Aaron.”
Aaron placed the phone in its cradle and climbed down from the counter. He wandered back to Mommy and started putting on more Band-Aids and bandages.
“Need to fix Mommy’s boo-boos. Need to fix Mommy’s boo-boos.”
