Title: The Joys of Raising Five Boys (Part Gavin)
Notes: Thanks to PossiblyMichaelJones for betaing and thanks for anyone who has bothered to read this far!
Summary: OR the one where Achievement Hunter is actually a family of five boys raised by Geoff Ramsey (The chapter where Dan makes you coo and brains are on the black market).
“One of these days you’re going to get really hurt, Gavin,” Dan sighed as he dabbed a washcloth against Gavin’s bruised lip. “Then I’ll have to haul you to the nurse and she’ll call your brothers and they’ll kill the bullies and then us for keeping this from them.”
Gavin rolled his eyes, his back cold against the bathroom wall. “The only one they’re going to kill is me.”
Dan sighed again, “Why can’t you just leave them alone? It hurts less if you don’t say anything when they take your hot chocolate.”
“That’s stupid, I stole that cash from Dad fair and square.”
“Then at least tell Michael!”
Gavin glared, his voice venomous. “You know I can’t do that. If he gets in trouble for fighting again, he’ll be expelled.”
There was silence between them for a moment before Gavin stood up. He brushed off the seat of his pants, holding a hand out for Dan. “Come on. We should get to first hour.”
“How’d you get him to stay away, anyways? Usually he’d jump in if he saw you surrounded like that.” questioned Dan as Gavin pulled him to his feet.
A tiny smile spread along Gavin’s face. “I shoved snow down his shirt. He was so pissed that he stormed over to Miles the second we got here.”
“Sometimes I seriously wonder whether or not you’re Satan.” Dan declared.
“If I’m Satan,” Gavin drawled, slinging an arm around his best friends shoulder, “I’m pretty sure you’re my hell hound.”
Dan rolled his eyes. “Wow, thanks for the comparison to a dog, Gav.”
“Any time Dan-o. Any time.”
“What happened to you?” Michael hissed, Gavin’s jaw held in his hand. The duo was surrounded by other fourth and fifth graders– the elders going out for recess and the younger coming in for lunch.
“It’s nothing,” Gavin tried to protest, wiggling in the hot head’s grasp. “I fe-”
“You did not fall!” Michael growled. His fingers tightened. “These kinds of marks don’t come from cement. Tell me who did it, Gavin.”
Gavin jerked away, ripping his jaw from Michael’s hands even though it left a new set of bruises along his jaw line. “Stop it. Just stop, okay Michael?”
“Don’t tell me to stop worrying about you.” Michael hissed, his eyes flaring. “You’re my baby brother and if someone hurts you I’m going to-”
“You’re going to get expelled!” he shouted. The kids walking past them stopped talking, glancing at them until both Ramsey boys glared at them. When most of the kids had returned to their own conversations Gavin started whispering, “You can’t get in trouble again, okay? You know you’re on the chopping block, the only reason you weren’t expelled ten fights ago is because your grades are good.”
They glared at each other for a while, neither one willing to back down until Michael finally grumbled, “If you don’t tell me who the fuck did it, I’m going to kick every fifth graders ass until I figure out who it was.”
They stared each other down for a while still before Gavin grumbled out a set of names. As Michael went to walk away, he called out, “Be careful, Michael, and don’t get caught.”
“Obviously not.” Michael shot back with a snort.
“Dan’s coming over.” Gavin declared as he slid open the van door and climbed in, sliding across the seat to sit by Michael.
Dan slid into the van next to him with a smile and a wave. “Hi Mr. Ramsey.”
“Does your mom ever see you, Dan?” Geoff asked as the door slammed shut.
“Only on Tuesdays and Thursdays.” Dan shot back.
“Well, make sure she knows where you are.” Geoff answered. Then, to his own sons, he added, “I don’t have to time to stop inside because I left in the middle of something, but Ray is locked inside the house so make sure he’s okay when you get there. It’s Ryan’s turn to cook dinner and Michael’s turn to do the dishes. Make sure you all eat and we’ll play a game when I get home, okay?”
“Okay.” Michael drawled, focused on his phone.
“Hey, dad?” Gavin asked, slapping the driver’s shoulder. “Can Dan and I borrow some of your camera stuff? We want to film a video in Slow Mo.”
Geoff paused, thinking for a moment before saying, “Yeah, fine. It’s in my closet okay? Just be careful not to break anything or else I’m going to be really upset.”
“I won’t let him.” Dan joked.
“Good job, Grunchy.” Michael said over his shoulder. “Now, why don’t you do something more useful and get my baby brother a brain?”
“I’m a fourth grader, not a black market dealer, Ramsey.”