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Flack - Out of Your Element
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Out of Your Element
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack, mentions of OCs
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csi50 Prompt: 036. Jealousy
theatrical_muse Prompt: Topic #193
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Don goes camping with his dad, and some of his dad's friends and their kids.
Author's Note: Teen!Flack. So very, very pre-series.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Don felt the edge of his sneaker slide on the rocks beneath him, and lashed out at the branch nearby to make sure he didn’t slide in. He could hear the snickers of his “friends” behind him, but chose to ignore it, just pushing ahead and praying for this weekend to be over faster than it was going.
His father and some of his cop buddies dragged their sons out into the woods for a little “quality time” once a month. Honestly, Don didn’t really mind spending the time with is father. He didn’t see him that much because he always seemed to be working, and this gave them a chance to catch up. It was the other kids that he had a problem with. His father never seemed to see the problem, and while he wasn’t necessarily one to always complain about everything—he just wished that they would stop.
School was different. At school, he had friends that weren’t cops’ kids and didn’t care about what his hero cop of a father had done on the job. At school, he didn’t have to hang out with the kids who knew who his father was and thought that he was too much of a straight arrow. He was in sports, hung out with his friends, made OK grades—he was just your average kid. No one expected anything more or less of him just based on where he had come from.
Here—he had to spend three days in a tent, with kids who hated him, and parents who didn’t understand, because he spent most of the time covering up the abuse, anyway. These kids had tried losing him in the woods, pushing off their chores on him—anything and everything they could think of to make his life miserable, they did, and he never said a word. You think something like that would earn him brownie points of some kind, but it only seemed to make things worse rather than better.
And he didn’t really want to hear about how bullies only stop when you stand up to them, because doing so only made things worse as well. He had tried that already.
As of now, the four of them had gone for a little hike, Don tagging along just to be part of it, rather than actually being asked to go, and he had been walking ahead of them along the edge of the creek, paying more attention to the nature he didn’t get to see in the city, rather than the whispers and sniggers going on behind him. He knew they were plotting something, and he didn’t know what. He had a feeling they might be planning to lose him again, which is why he made sure he knew the way back. He just kept his eyes on the creek, watching as the stones became less and less, and the creek became more of a river—a little deeper, and the water moved a little faster.
He stopped just on the edge, peering down into the water to see if he could see anything living, when he felt a pair of hands on his back giving him a shove. His hands floundered to find something to grab onto, but he found nothing and tumbled into the water, kicking and sputtering for a minute before he managed to find his footing and come up for air. Once he got the water out of his eyes, he spotted the three of them doubled over, clutching their sides with laughter. He only rolled his eyes before dragging himself and his wet clothes out of the river and back onto the path.
“Good luck getting back,” he muttered, before starting to trek back without them. Benefit of having people lose you in the woods—you tend to learn to navigate pretty well.
***
By the time he got back to camp, he wasn’t as soaked as he was, but he was still pretty wet. His father gave him a long look before speaking up.
“What the hell happened to you?”
He only shrugged, before making his way towards his tent. “I slipped.”
There was a long pause, before one of the other fathers spoke up as well. “Where’s the rest of the boys?”
He shrugged again, pulling some dry clothes out of his bag. “Thought they were right behind me. Guess not.”
After that, the fathers started talking amongst themselves, and came to the conclusion that the boys had been in these woods long enough—they didn’t have to go in and look for them right away.
It was after dark by the time the three of them got back to camp. When the fathers started asking them where they had been, they stammered something about losing track of the time. When they headed over to the food pot and found that it was empty, they demanded to know why they weren’t saved any. Don only looked up innocently, a small shrug.
“Guess you should have gotten back sooner then.”
That only earned him a glare when the parents weren’t looking, but damn, did he feel better.
Title: Out of Your Element
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack, mentions of OCs
csi50 Prompt: 036. Jealousytheatrical_muse Prompt: Topic #193Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Don goes camping with his dad, and some of his dad's friends and their kids.
Author's Note: Teen!Flack. So very, very pre-series.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Don felt the edge of his sneaker slide on the rocks beneath him, and lashed out at the branch nearby to make sure he didn’t slide in. He could hear the snickers of his “friends” behind him, but chose to ignore it, just pushing ahead and praying for this weekend to be over faster than it was going.
His father and some of his cop buddies dragged their sons out into the woods for a little “quality time” once a month. Honestly, Don didn’t really mind spending the time with is father. He didn’t see him that much because he always seemed to be working, and this gave them a chance to catch up. It was the other kids that he had a problem with. His father never seemed to see the problem, and while he wasn’t necessarily one to always complain about everything—he just wished that they would stop.
School was different. At school, he had friends that weren’t cops’ kids and didn’t care about what his hero cop of a father had done on the job. At school, he didn’t have to hang out with the kids who knew who his father was and thought that he was too much of a straight arrow. He was in sports, hung out with his friends, made OK grades—he was just your average kid. No one expected anything more or less of him just based on where he had come from.
Here—he had to spend three days in a tent, with kids who hated him, and parents who didn’t understand, because he spent most of the time covering up the abuse, anyway. These kids had tried losing him in the woods, pushing off their chores on him—anything and everything they could think of to make his life miserable, they did, and he never said a word. You think something like that would earn him brownie points of some kind, but it only seemed to make things worse rather than better.
And he didn’t really want to hear about how bullies only stop when you stand up to them, because doing so only made things worse as well. He had tried that already.
As of now, the four of them had gone for a little hike, Don tagging along just to be part of it, rather than actually being asked to go, and he had been walking ahead of them along the edge of the creek, paying more attention to the nature he didn’t get to see in the city, rather than the whispers and sniggers going on behind him. He knew they were plotting something, and he didn’t know what. He had a feeling they might be planning to lose him again, which is why he made sure he knew the way back. He just kept his eyes on the creek, watching as the stones became less and less, and the creek became more of a river—a little deeper, and the water moved a little faster.
He stopped just on the edge, peering down into the water to see if he could see anything living, when he felt a pair of hands on his back giving him a shove. His hands floundered to find something to grab onto, but he found nothing and tumbled into the water, kicking and sputtering for a minute before he managed to find his footing and come up for air. Once he got the water out of his eyes, he spotted the three of them doubled over, clutching their sides with laughter. He only rolled his eyes before dragging himself and his wet clothes out of the river and back onto the path.
“Good luck getting back,” he muttered, before starting to trek back without them. Benefit of having people lose you in the woods—you tend to learn to navigate pretty well.
***
By the time he got back to camp, he wasn’t as soaked as he was, but he was still pretty wet. His father gave him a long look before speaking up.
“What the hell happened to you?”
He only shrugged, before making his way towards his tent. “I slipped.”
There was a long pause, before one of the other fathers spoke up as well. “Where’s the rest of the boys?”
He shrugged again, pulling some dry clothes out of his bag. “Thought they were right behind me. Guess not.”
After that, the fathers started talking amongst themselves, and came to the conclusion that the boys had been in these woods long enough—they didn’t have to go in and look for them right away.
It was after dark by the time the three of them got back to camp. When the fathers started asking them where they had been, they stammered something about losing track of the time. When they headed over to the food pot and found that it was empty, they demanded to know why they weren’t saved any. Don only looked up innocently, a small shrug.
“Guess you should have gotten back sooner then.”
That only earned him a glare when the parents weren’t looking, but damn, did he feel better.