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The Hero - Birthday Fic 2

Title: The Hero  
Author: Me. Basched. 
Characters/Pairings: Jellie...ish.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Josh Schwartz and Chris Fedak. The dudes who created them obviously.   
Rating: It's okay. :)
Genre: Fluffage. And uncertain as to what else it would be.  
Summary:   A little girl draws her hero.
Author's Note: Not quite sure where this idea came from but I did write it originally for KC. Not entirely sure its done the way I wanted, but I may even carry this on or re-do. But this and Roses Are Red are for kuryakinsgirl for her shiny berfday.


The Hero




He wasn’t completely engrossed. There were rare occasions where he would peek his head out of his study and look into the real world. Today was one such occurrence, as he was drawn from the tiny room for the need of food.

He opened the door and heard the sounds of his youngest playing in the lounge. He slowly walked down the corridor and saw that his eldest was not with him and was instead sitting at the dining room table, drawing.

The entire table was covered in pieces of paper, each with pictures that were very well done, considering the artist was only eight years old. He approached the table, smiling softly to his youngest whose hand waved enthusiastically, and picked up a single piece of paper.

It was a curious drawing. Not one he expected.

“Who is this, sweetheart?”

His eldest looked up from her scribblings and smiled holding up the paper she was working on.

“This is the man!” she said proudly with wide beaming eyes and hope in her voice.

“I can see it’s a man. Who is it?”

She shrugged her shoulders and went back to colouring in with a green pencil.

The drawings she had done were all of a man, mostly dressed in black suits and ties, a couple even appeared to have him dressed in some kind of military uniform. In one of them he was clearly smoking a cigar. There were three black pencils strewn across the paper, though they were very small now, having been used so much. Sharpenings were arranged in a neat little pile by the tiny pencils, all ready to be put into a bin.

Currently, she was colouring a green shirt on the man, who was standing with feet wide apart and his arms crossed over his chest.

“Who…who is he, sweetie?” He asked.

“He’s a hero!”

“He’s a soldier?”

She shrugged her shoulders and then wiggled her hand from side to side. She was unsure if this this man was or wasn’t, but the….fifteen pictures his eldest had drawn were clearly of a hero figure.

“What made you draw him?” He asked as he wondered towards the kitchen.

She looked up and then slipped off her chair to follow quickly after her father. She helped him take some bread, ham and mustard from the fridge and carried them to the counter. He pulled out a stool so she could be level with it and together they began to make a sandwich.

“What made you draw him?” he asked again, pulling off two strips of ham, one for him and one for his daughter. She took it and nibbled lightly at the piece, tasting its smoky flavours. When it was finished she looked hopefully for more, but he shook his head.

“I drew him because I’m going to meet him one day,” she said, buttering a slice of bread. “Everyone needs a hero, dad. Don’t they?”

“Surely you can be your own hero?”

“Yes! I’m going to be a doctor!” she squealed with excitement.

He smiled proudly as he cut the finished sandwich in half. Of course she was going to be a doctor, it was what she had always wanted to do.

“I’m going to help people.” she said, taking one half of the sandwich and hopping of the stool.

She always helped people and that made him so proud. He patted her on the head and walked back with her to the table. She got onto her chair and as she ate the ham sandwich she grinned.

“He is going to keep me safe. Protect me and keep away the bad people.”

“Is that not my job?”

She laughed and carried on drawing.

“Silly daddy. You know what I mean! The man is for me, but he also belongs to all of America!”

“Is he Captain America?” piqued a small excited voice from the sofa in the lounge. There was a wave of a comic book and a rustle of pages.
She shook her head.

“Only a Captain? I don‘t think so!” she muttered under her breath, ignoring her younger brother. "He's someone much more! A general! Or a Colonel!"

“There are a lot of heroes in this world, Ellie.” said her father, kneeling down next to her and picking up one of the pictures. It was clearly a soldier, maybe a Marine…she wasn’t quite accurate with the details. “All of them are special in their own way.”

“He is going to be my hero!” said Ellie moving aside the finished drawing and starting a fresh one. “Like you are with mommy! He’s going to be awesome!”

Stephen Bartowski sighed and took a quick glance to the front door. There was a pang of hurt in his chest at the thought of having to tell them the truth about their mother, but then he slowly got up and walked back to his study, unable to be in the same room as his children. There was so much he had to explain, but it was going to hurt them, he couldn't do it now. Perhaps another time.

He paused momentarily at the door to his study, seeing Ellie still drawing with hope and excitement and he prayed that one day, she would meet her hero. Both his children were going to need one, someone who would keep them safe.

Because he wasn’t going to be around all the time.

“Is this the Captain?”  Four year old Chuck and snagged a drawing off the table and his eyes widened in fear. “He looks scary!”

“He’s only scary if you’re a bad guy." Ellie patted the seat next to her to allow Chuck to climb up beside her. “You’re not a bad guy, are you Chuck?”

“Nope! I’m a good guy! Will he protect me too then, your hero?”

Ellie nodded.

“Provided you’re not a moron. He doesn‘t protect morons!”

“I can be not a moron!” Chuck beamed back and jiggled happily on his bottom. “He will protect me? Promise.”

“I promise. But he’s still mine though!” Ellie handed him a piece of paper and some other pencils.

“Okay!” Chuck clapped his hands and then began to chew on the end of the pencil. Seeing the disapproving glare from his sister, he took it out of his mouth and wiped the dribble from the end on his t-shirt. “Sorry.”

Stephen Bartowski fiddled with the sleeve of his worn cardigan and took one last look at his children happily drawing together.

It was good for them to dream.

He just hoped that when his Eleanor grew up, she would find this right man. A man who would love her and keep her safe, because he had a nasty feeling that he wasn’t going to be around to see that happen.




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kuryakingirl From: kuryakingirl Date: September 2nd, 2010 09:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
Aww!

(I'm feeling very, very, very spoiled... so you know)

A, this is just sheer perfection! At first I thought maybe it was Casey coming out of his study, seeing his kids... and then I realized, when he didn't recognize who was clearly supposed to be Casey, that it had to be Ellie drawing her hero!

And what a hero he is... *swoon*

Sweet and adorable and poignant...

I love how she warns Chuck that he doesn't protect morons!!

I stand by my earlier assessment. Best Birthday Ever!

~K
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sunshineali From: sunshineali Date: September 3rd, 2010 03:13 am (UTC) (Link)
What a cool twist on the family. I loved this. I love that she senses she's going to have her very own Colonel. I wish there was more of this story. How awesome it is. And, I almost forgot, I loved young Chuck inquiring if he was a Captain and Ellie sniffing that her man was a general. Very cool. :)
basched From: basched Date: September 3rd, 2010 05:40 am (UTC) (Link)

Cheers Ali!

I just suddenly came up with this idea...don't rightly know how, but it was just one of those things you just had to do! I felt like doing more, going into more detail with Chuck and Ellie drawing, doing their different opinions of Casey as it were....but it seems okay like this.

But I might change my mind!

Thanks again for r&r-ing! :)
From: raevon0206 Date: September 7th, 2010 12:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Great story Amy. So sweet! :-)
night_lotus From: night_lotus Date: September 11th, 2010 02:42 am (UTC) (Link)
I so loved this, A.!

I really dug the metaphysical soul mate connection that came through in this story.

Ellie is definitely a princess and Casey will indeed be her knight in shining armor.

Four year-old Chuck chewing on the pencils made me giggle.

This story made my heart happy!

-NL
basched From: basched Date: September 12th, 2010 09:10 am (UTC) (Link)

I had thought of making it longer, but I think its fine as is. :)

Glad you liked! Thank you for reading and letting me know that yer did! :)

ta muchly!
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