tigriswolf | Mag7/SN crossover unfinished (Reply)

This would be chapter four in my "On The Spinner's Wheel" 'verse. I have no inspiration for where to go from here, alas.

So, JD is about seventeen, eighteen(fine, a week away from being seventeen, if you wanna get technical about it) and Uncle Josiah is real particular about his car, see? It’s an old Ford, knew dirt when dirt was young and all that, and JD just wants to prove he’s reliable enough to be entrusted with Uncle Josiah’s precious.

Uncle Josiah hates The Lord of the Rings and JD loves referring to it. Good times.

Anyway. So, JD borrows cars now and again(not stealing, because stealing is wrong. His friends and their parents know he’s got the cars, so it’s not stealing.) and goes out driving, picks a long, straight patch of road, lets the engine roar. (Uncle Nate would kick his ass if he ever learned just how it is that JD drives.)

Of course, this one time, he’s driving Billy’s mama’s Mercedes(not the smartest woman on Earth, God bless her soul), and his CD skips. So, of course, he’s got to fiddle with it, try to make it work, see? And, well—

It’s not JD’s fault. Really, it’s not.

Okay, that’s a lie. It’s totally his fault and he totally knows it, and damn, he’s totally screwed. Mama’s going to kill him.

After Billy’s done with him.

And Billy’ll only get him after Uncle Nate—oh, shit. Why couldn’t he have died in the wreck?

So. Billy’s mama’s Mercedes is toast. JD’s left arm hurts like a bitch. He thinks he might have whiplash. And now there’s two guys getting out of the Chevy—oh, Christ—he plowed into.

Shit. He is so dead.

He thinks back, while the two guys stalk over—well, one sort of floats like a cat, all serene and stuff, while the other strides like a storm, glaring—thinks back to Mama and Boston and George who made Mama send him away to her half-brother in the west. He thinks back to the first weeks with Uncle ‘siah, angry and hurting, taking it all out on the man who’d taken him with no protest.

Uncle ‘siah’s too good for him. Deserves better than JD.

Anyway, so with Uncle Josiah comes Uncle Nathan. They’ve been friends forever, since long before JD was born. Uncle Nate’s a doctor, one of the best in America. And Uncle ‘siah’s a preacher who gave up the pulpit to help troubled kids on the streets.

So, yeah, JD isn’t good enough for either of them and they love him anyway.

And what does he do? He broadsides some random dude out on some lonely stretch of highway.

“You hurt?” the tall one asks, the one who floats like a cat. He’s opened the door and is lightly gripping JD’s shoulder.

“I should be asking you that,” JD says, blinking up at him dumbly. “I hit you straight on.”

Tall guy chuckles, reaching back to grip the angry guy’s shoulder. “It’ll take more than a Mercedes to hurt the Impala,” he says. “She’s survived worse.”