What are sisters for anyway? Part 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All belongs to the talented Diane Duane.
Author's note: Well, I've finally decided to attempt a chaptered Young Wizards fic! Yipee! This story can be read alone, but takes place in the same "universe" as my other YW ficlets. I'll try to update soon. (I swear, I am going somewhere with this one.) Thanks for reading.
In a temper to match her hair, Dairine Callahan stormed through the back door of the house, completely oblivious to all around her. Alien words flew out of her mouth with great vehemence as she muttered the indigenous obscenities of several cultures throughout this galaxy and the next. Stopping briefly at the fridge to grab a soda, she slammed the door closed and pounded the rest of the way through the kitchen and back through the house to her room. The sound of her bedroom door complaining loudly of such mistreatment could be heard in every inch of the house.
"Her door says the scrap pile is better than this. Third time this week, eh?" Kit asked his partner Nita who was sitting quietly across the kitchen table from him. Unlike the bemused smirk that rested upon his features, Nita's expression rather resembled that of a small child who had just dropped her ice cream cone.
"Really, Kit, it's not funny. She'll be in a hell of a mood for the rest of the night now." Nita groaned, dreading the hours of torture to come, "I just wish I could figure out what keeps causing these tantrums. I mean, I know she loves Star Wars, but does she really need to act like Anakin Skywalker?" "Hey, Neets, come on. This is Dairine we're talking about. She's always in some mood or the other." Kit reached out a hand to gently pat Nita on the shoulder."Easy for you to say, el Niño. You don't have to live with It. What you just witnessed was only the calm before the storm." With a sigh and an exaggerated groan, Nita lowered her head to bang it gently against the table. Standing up abruptly and chocking back laughter at Nita's drastic actions, Kit grabbed her arm and pulled her protesting from her chair. "Hey!" Nita complained, "I was wallowing in self-pity. Why'd you interrupt?"
"Well, wallow later, fix now, Neets." Kit gave her a little push toward the door. "If you don't want to deal with these episodes, then do something about it. She's your sister; go talk to her."
Nita screwed her face up dramatically. "Aww, Dad, do I have to?" she kidded.
Somehow managing to keep a straight face, he replied, "Yes, dear, you have to. Oh, and never call me your father again."
Finally Nita cracked a smile on her face. "Aww, but Kit, you do kind of resemble..." She broke off with a laugh for now Kit was the one to look disgusted.
He took a step closer to her and leaned in. "Would your father do this?" He closed the gap between them and kissed her swiftly. Dazed as she always was after one of their kisses, Nita only allowed herself time to shake her head emphatically and with a mischievous grin grabbed her partner to continue what he had started. Fortunately, he was only too happy to comply.
The nearby refrigerator chuckled softly to itself at the sight of the two young wizards so completely wrapped up in each other. Its chuckle grew deeper when it heard a key in the lock and the sound of heavy footsteps coming closer. This was going to be fun!
"Dairi? Neets? I'm home," a deep voice called. The fridge's laughter overflowed as it saw the two jump apart quickly as if struck by lightning. Mr. Callahan walked into the kitchen and innocently glanced at his daughter and her friend. "So what have you two been up to this afternoon?" Unable to think of a good response and furiously fighting back embarrassed blushes, Kit and Nita remained silent suddenly finding the drinks they had long since forgotten on the table extremely fascinating. Seconds ticked by. Confused by the silence, Nita's dad looked closer at his daughter. "Are you sure you are feeling okay, Neets? Maybe you're coming down with something. You look rather flushed."
Unable to take it any longer, Nita popped up quickly dragging Kit with her, shooting a reply over her shoulder. "I'm fine, Dad, really. We just have a lot on our minds right now. Something, you know, wizard-y." The two ran quickly to Nita's bedroom, their nerves calming only when the door closed safely behind them.