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itinere2016-09-09 02:35 am
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Closed | Bo Adams | I don't know what I'm doing, but I know how to do it
This is getting easier.
In the beginning it was hard, because walking through that door meant that Sirius was giving up all hope that he would be able to see the friends that he had lost back in LA again. He had followed Derek to that world and that friendship had meant the most to him, because Derek was capable of pulling Sirius out of his darkness without even realizing it, and it felt like another loss. Another friend to become a memory. He's gone now, along with Lydia, and Mika... precious little Mika.
But Sirius isn't just thinking for himself anymore, he has his own little brat to take care of. Bo needs him, and if Sirius is quite honest with himself, he needs Bo. She makes him into something more than what he thinks himself capable of being, and his constant strive to be a good guardian for her almost makes Sirius like the man that he's become. Almost. It was either take the chance of never seeing his friends again, or take the chance of being separated from Bo and watching her get sent back to the world she came from. Bo comes first. Always.
He's in the kitchen early in the morning making breakfast, pancakes flipping themselves and eggs cracking themselves open in a bowl with a whisk ready to mix once they were all in. His eyes move to the time. "Where is she, I woke her up ten minutes ago," he mutters under his breath, and with a sigh Sirius wipes his hands clean of batter on a paper towel before flicking his wand to automate the cooking process in his absence. "Don't burn the eggs," he tells the skillet firmly, and the flame beneath it lessens as Sirius leaves the kitchen and starts to climb his way up the stairs to Bo's bedroom. He knocks when he reaches it.
"Excuse me, miss, I am not making a giant breakfast just for myself. If you're not awake I'm going to eat it all anyway and when I'm fat you're the one who's going to have to carry me around everywhere."
In the beginning it was hard, because walking through that door meant that Sirius was giving up all hope that he would be able to see the friends that he had lost back in LA again. He had followed Derek to that world and that friendship had meant the most to him, because Derek was capable of pulling Sirius out of his darkness without even realizing it, and it felt like another loss. Another friend to become a memory. He's gone now, along with Lydia, and Mika... precious little Mika.
But Sirius isn't just thinking for himself anymore, he has his own little brat to take care of. Bo needs him, and if Sirius is quite honest with himself, he needs Bo. She makes him into something more than what he thinks himself capable of being, and his constant strive to be a good guardian for her almost makes Sirius like the man that he's become. Almost. It was either take the chance of never seeing his friends again, or take the chance of being separated from Bo and watching her get sent back to the world she came from. Bo comes first. Always.
He's in the kitchen early in the morning making breakfast, pancakes flipping themselves and eggs cracking themselves open in a bowl with a whisk ready to mix once they were all in. His eyes move to the time. "Where is she, I woke her up ten minutes ago," he mutters under his breath, and with a sigh Sirius wipes his hands clean of batter on a paper towel before flicking his wand to automate the cooking process in his absence. "Don't burn the eggs," he tells the skillet firmly, and the flame beneath it lessens as Sirius leaves the kitchen and starts to climb his way up the stairs to Bo's bedroom. He knocks when he reaches it.
"Excuse me, miss, I am not making a giant breakfast just for myself. If you're not awake I'm going to eat it all anyway and when I'm fat you're the one who's going to have to carry me around everywhere."
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At least she doesn't ever have to be scared anymore.
It's a horrible thought, but it does still manage to help Bo sleep at night. No one has ever been around for her as long as Sirius, so when they see the chance to stick together when everyone else is disappearing, she doesn't even think twice about saying yes, they should take it, even though he hadn't asked her yet. She didn't need to be a psychic to know he would eventually.
And so now they're here and they haven't quite ventured out into the world or reached out to the others. She thinks it's probably because they're both still smarting from losing their friends. Derek meant as much to Sirius as Mika did to Bo, she thinks, and it hurts to know that they'll almost definitely never see them again now. What's the likelihood of being transported to the same pocket dimension three times? Twice was unlikely enough as it was. So no, they haven't branched out, but they will. They'll get there. Bo's sure of it. ...she's more sure she'll be the first one, but all the same...
She's getting older and she's gotten to the point where she's a little harder to wake up in the morning, moaning and groaning and "five more minutes!" perpetually in response to a wake up call. It shouldn't be shocking when he has to come back to knock on the door again.
"Five minutes!" she whines, rolling over so that her back is facing the door as she clutches Stanley to her chest, willing herself back to sleep, because she knows Sirius well enough by now to know that her door is about to big, fat open anyway in three...two...one...
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He worries about her. She never gets the chance to have a lot of friends her own age and Mika was important to Bo, he doesn't have to be psychic to know that. The pain of losing a friend is something that Sirius is all too familiar with and it's nothing he wants to wish on his little girl, but he can't change the past. Despite how much he wants to.
So he has to set some form of normalcy for her. Sirius has to be the annoying guardian he promised he would be, and that meant showing her that life goes on after loss. He can only lead by example. "Oh, wonderful, you're up!" He says cheerfully, walking over to where she was still in bed and and jumping onto it with enough force to make her bounce in place. "Perfect timing, because I have breakfast downstairs, it's probably ready by now. Hey." He grins, poking her cheek and then her forehead. "Hey, Bo, it's time for breakfast. Stanley, tell Bo to get her lazy bum out of bed because it's time for breakfast."
Sirius lies down so that he's hiding his face behind the stuffed turtle as his hand wraps around the wand stored in his pocket, causing the animal to float out of Bo's hold and sway before her. "Bo, get up!" He speaks in what is, apparently, a turtle voice. It's obnoxiously high pitched and a little too nasal. "I'm hungry and you're ruining everything, get out of bed."
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She moans a pouty, whining sound when he jumps on the bed, making her bounce a little and knocking the covers down just enough that Stanley's sticking out. She's too old for a stuffed animal and she knows that, but Stanley's all she's got left of her mom, so she clings to him still anyway. Swatting a hand at Sirius when he pokes her, Bo tries to pull the covers back up, but with his weight on them, she can't. "Five minutes!" she snaps, squeezing her eyes shut only to open them again when she feels Stanley moving away. "Sirius!" she groans, reaching for him only to come up short.
In spite of her grumpy mood for being awakened when she doesn't want to be awake just yet, Bo can't help the laugh that bubbles up at the silly voice Sirius does for Stanley. She immediately shuts down that giggle and uses her own telekinesis to make Stanley shift abruptly in the air only to jump up and down on Sirius's head. "Stanley's American, he doesn't have that accent," she points out. "You're the worst."
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But then there’s Bo. This precious, brilliant, kindhearted brat that somehow fell into his lap, and she terrifies Sirius. But she terrifies him so much because he adores her, he truly loves her with every ounce of purity that he has left, and she makes him into someone who can take on the responsibility of guardianship without regret despite how terrifying it truly is to him. To lose her would be devastating, and this time, Sirius is sure that he wouldn’t be able to come back from it. He misses Derek. He misses Lydia, Mika, everybody that’s been left behind, but Sirius would go to the ends of this earth or another just to make sure that he was still at Bo’s side. Moments like this, her laughter and annoyance with him at being woken up from a safe bed in a safe home, are exactly why.
”Yes, I’m the worst, I ruin everything, how has nobody stopped me from victimizing you so terribly?” He responds with a dramatic sigh as he collapses down into her bed to stare at her with an exaggerated pout. “You know what Stanley really is?” He continued with a raised eyebrow. “Stanley’s about to become turtle soup if he doesn’t get his little bum downstairs in that kitchen to eat breakfast. Come on!” With a clap of his hands Sirius sits up abruptly and pulls her blankets off of her with one sweeping motion, getting off the bed to walk to the end of it and grab her ankles. One good thing about raising a twelve year old girl at the age of twenty four is the fact that he still has the energy to do it.
”And we’re moving!” He gives a cheerful laugh as he drags her down her bed and away from her pillows before releasing her, and he plants his hands firmly on his hips with a bright grin of amusement. “Am I going to have to carry you? Because don’t think I won’t. Up! It’s a new day, Sunshine, and we’ve got exploring to do! Can’t do that on an empty stomach now, can we?”
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"Noooo," she whines, "I'm coming, I'm coming." She's being overdramatic for the sake of dramatics and dramatics alone, this time. Yeah, she's still a little sleepy, but she's not so dead tired that this is putting her out all that much and she supposes that Sirius knows her well enough by now to know that, too.
Bo wiggles free of his grip and sits up, rubbing her eyes and wrinkling her nose with displeasure before she gets out of the bed, moving Stanley to settle on top of her pillows. "I'll make the bed after breakfast," she promises, "before my shower."
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”Alright,” he agrees, knowing very well that if Bo says she’ll make her bed, she’ll do it. “You can do it after we eat, come on. It’s probably already done by now, you know how impatient the whisk gets when it has nothing to do before I make it stop.” He leaves her room and moves downstairs, waiting at the bottom for her, and when Bo gets close enough Sirius moves quickly and wraps his arm around her middle, scooping her up from the second to last stair and carrying her halfway across the living room nearly parallel to the ground. “You’re so slow, I’m going to be an old man by the time we get there! Bloody hell, when did you get so heavy,” he grunts the last part as if he’s holding his breath before he sets her down on the floor properly, and he makes a show of placing his hand in the center of his lower back with a rushed breath out.
”Nobody warned me that you were going to grow this fast, we have to have a serious talk about you getting older, princess.” He looks at her with a crooked grin, as if amused at himself. “Get it? A serious talk? A Sirius talk? Huh?” He pokes her on the arm playfully, knowing full well that he’s made the joke so many times before she probably hates him for it. He hates it too, in all reality, but far be it from Sirius to pass up an opportunity to tease her when one arises so easily.
Once they enter the kitchen Sirius notes that the eggs are done in their skillet and moved off of the heat, which has shut off. Everything is still other than the whisk still stirring an empty bowl. “See? Told you. You’ve exhausted the poor thing, look at it.” His hand reaches into his pocket to grab his wand and Sirius stops the movement, walking the cabinet to grab two plates so he can fill them with the finished food. “You want orange juice or milk, love?” He hesitates for a moment. “…I was thinking that we could pick up more food after this. Maybe try to… I don’t know, interact?” It’s a suggestion, not a demand. If he’s learned anything, it’s that speaking to Bo isn’t remarkably different than speaking to another adult at times, and unless it’s remarkably important he doesn’t make her do what she doesn’t want to because he never really has to. “If you’re ready for that.”
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Sirius meets her at the bottom and scoops her up in his arms like he always has, but maybe she woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning because she doesn't like it this time. Bo's brow creases and she frowns when he's putting her back down. "Well then maybe you should stop picking me up so much," she points out, rolling her eyes a little at the tired joke, but smiling a little at the predictable way he pokes her arm and asks, just like he always does, whether she gets it. "I get it," she says as she makes her way to the kitchen.
She smirks a little and drops down in her chair at the table. "It'll be okay," she says confidently. "Juice, please," she adds. She looks up when Sirius suggests that they interact with other people. Bo thinks maybe he hasn't so that she won't feel bad that she hasn't. She just misses Mika. "Yeah, we should," she agrees. "We can. It's fine, I'm okay," Bo assures him, because she knows the reason he sounds hesitant is because she's been fairly surly toward the idea of "replacing" Mika, Lydia, and Derek in their lives. But they have to move on eventually. Now is as good a time as any.
"On the network or in town, or it doesn't matter; whatever?" she asks.