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MY KEVIN/SCOTTY AND OTHER B&S FANFIC
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The summer of 2010-02 
16th-Aug-2010 12:27 pm
kevin/scotty fireworks
At this moment I don't know how long/big this story will be, really no idea whatsoever
I will TRY to post a chapter every day, but I cannot promise that I will. :)


The summer of 2010 part 2/?

By Marea67
About: Kevin, Scotty and later on Jordan. 
Rate: G
Disclaimer: Brothers & Sisters doesn’t belong to me, written with love, not for money
Summary: Summer-holidays are coming and the boys don’t know what to do with themselves.
Extra: It takes place after season 4 finale, but I’ve lost the time-line of the episodes and I will pretend that the events of the finale happened in the spring.

*****

Scotty enters the living-room from the bedroom, expecting to find Kevin behind his laptop, but instead Kevin is on the floor, rummaging through an old box.
“What are you doing?” Scotty asks, but he gets no reply. Instead, Kevin shakes his head, wiggles his body and moves his hands like someone would on a fake drum.

Slowly Scotty realizes that Kevin is having his earphones in and probably can’t hear him.
Like a bat out of hell, I'll be gone when the morning comes. When the night is over, like a bat out of hell, I'll be gone, gone, gone.” Kevin sings softly .

Scotty frowns as he recognizes the words, one his exes loved that sort of music, but he somehow cannot connect them to Kevin. By now, he knows Kevin’s music choice very well and somehow Meatloaf’s Bat out of Hell seems out of tune for Kevin.

If I gotta be damned, you know, I wanna be damned … Dancing through the night with you.” Kevin continues to sing softly along, obviously not aware that Scotty is standing behind him.
“Kevin!” Scotty calls out and, shocked, Kevin turns around.

“Scotty? How long have you been standing there?” Kevin asks, he's embarrassed as he quickly pulls the earphones away.
“Long enough to wonder why you are listening to Meatloaf. Not exactly your sort of music.” Scotty replies and Kevin frowns.

“I happen to love that album… cd.. thing..” he stammers and it’s only now that Scotty notices what lies before Kevin.
“Is that a walkman … with a cassette in it?” he asks. “Haven’t seen one of those in years. What happened to your MP3-player?”

“Ever tried playing a cassette on an MP3-player?” Kevin replies sarcastically.
“You could have downloaded it.”
“When I have it on a perfectly working cassette?” Kevin knows that Scotty is much younger than him, but at moments like this, Scotty makes him feel … very old.

“Sorry.” Scotty says automatically, not sure why he’s apologizing, but he knows Kevin well enough, to know that, somehow, he hurt Kevin’s feelings.
“It’s okay. I shouldn’t be so touchy on the subject.” Kevin immediately apologizes in return and he pulls Scotty down for a kiss, before he continues:

“Look at this. Twenty-years old and it still plays like it was recorded yesterday, though it probably helps that I haven’t listened to it for a while…. I met this girl  way back then and she was crazy about this album, she copied it for me. We didn’t really fit in and somehow I could associate myself with a bat out of hell.….

For three months that music played an important part of my life… I had almost forgotten about this, until that phone-call last night and I saw this on my display…” He shows Scotty the ‘Bat no. 2 – UK – J’ description. “This one stands for bat number 2, James, who lives in England… There were four of us. Four bats out of hell.” Kevin smiles tenderly.

*****

“Explain it to me one more time, please?” Jordan begs from the back-seat.
“I already told you twice.” Scotty grins.
“I just want to know, that I’m not dreaming.” Jordan explains and this time it’s Kevin who laughs.

“You’re turn to explain it to him…” Scotty informs Kevin.
“Alright. One more time. I got a call from an old friend of mine. I met him a long time ago, when I spent a summer-holiday travelling through Europe.

After London, I went to Amsterdam, with the intention to travel on to other cities, but I met a woman there, Tessa Vermeer, and she introduced me to her friends James Griffiths, from England and Kai Anders from Germany … I somehow never managed to make it to Parris or to visit the other towns I planned to see.

We were all a bit … how shall I put it? … outsiders? …. We didn’t really fit in, but we got along very well with each other. After three wonderful months, we all went our own ways and we always dreamed about getting all of us back together for a holiday, but it never quite worked out as we wanted…. It was especially hard for me, being in America to go and see them in Europe. 

Kai, Tessa and James all came to Los Angeles at one time or another halfway the ‘90s. James, Kai and I lost touch with each other, but Tessa kept us up-to-date on each other’s lives. She was always the one who had all the juicy gossip and unimportant information.

I haven’t seen Tessa in ages, but we talk regularly. Skype… Beautiful invention. We all know the ins and outs of each other’s lives. And then, a few nights ago, James called me in the middle of the night. He got the time-zones wrong… They’re such a bitch... But his news was good. For us, maybe less for him.

He inherited a holiday-resort, through his uncle. And there’s also a huge sum of money involved. And there’s some legal stuff that he wants me to go over with him, just to get a lawyer’s perspective. So, finally, we were able to get everyone together. James, Kai and Tessa will there as well.

Scotty and I were invited too and I accepted it without further thought. It wasn’t until I told Scotty the next day, that Scotty reminded me of the fact that I had talked Chad into allowing Jason, you and us to use his place in Clean Water Springs and that we would spend the holidays with the five of us.

So I called James back, and then James said that you, Chad and Jason were most welcome to come as well. The resort is big enough….” Jordan lets Kevin’s explanation sink in. For the third time. He just can’t get over how lucky he is. Two weeks of holidays, at a resort, for free, lazing in the sun.

He will actually get to meet Chad Berry. He knows that Scotty has met Chad, but for Jordan it’s too unreal, that he will actually spend a holiday in the same place as one of his favorite actors. He starts to laugh and then Kevin and Scotty can hear him sing “I’m going on vacation. I’m going on vacation.” in a suspiciously familiar way.

They smile at each other, happy to see (or rather hear) Jordan this excited.
“Sounds like someone is looking forward to the trip.” Scotty laughs and Kevin only gives a quick nod, before focusing again on the busy traffic around the airport. He checks his watch. Still enough time.

*****

Two weeks earlier:

This is the moment he likes the most. It’s quiet at the little dock where all the small boats drift side by side. The water is calm, there’s an occasional laughter drifting in from the hotel, the music from the disco can only be heard if someone opens the door, but at this time of the night, most of his guests are most likely too busy dancing.

He enjoys this silence, because it gives him time to think about the letter he received from England this morning. James’ mother is his sister and she’s the reason that he fled England years ago, so he can sympathize with James and he wishes that he could do something to help the poor boy, but he hasn’t figured out yet how he can offer help.

He can hear someone approach. Footsteps on the wooden planks, but it doesn’t bother him. He has no enemies. He turns around.
“Hey! What are you doing here so late at night?” he asks with a smile. As an answer he feels a hand shoved against his chest with considerable force.

He’s actually too surprised to respond quicker. He loses balance and falls into the cold water. He splutters as he comes back up for air, but as he tries to grab the side, he feels that he gets pushed down under water again. He can’t breathe. He panics. His leg hits one of the wooden pillars and a sharp stab of pain goes through him.

The left leg of his pants is caught by an old nail sticking out of the wood, deep underneath the water and as hard as he tries to tear it lose, is doesn’t break free. Then he runs out of air and everything fades to black. The hand in his hair lets go of the pressure, but it doesn’t matter, because the body stays underneath the water-level, due to the fabric caught behind the nail.

The person gets up, looks around to see if anyone had noticed the little struggle, but it’s quiet, except for the laughter somewhere on the water. The body still floats just under the water. And this is of great help, because this means they won’t find it until the next morning.

END OF PART 2
Comments 
16th-Aug-2010 11:52 am (UTC)
WHAT!? No seriously....WHAT! Oh I am really looking forward to more of this. Something tells me it will not be the carefree lazing in the sun Jordan thinks it will be.
This is going to be a great ride ride!
16th-Aug-2010 01:33 pm (UTC)
Hee! I hope it will be a great ride. :D
18th-Aug-2010 12:41 pm (UTC)
Hmm... very intriguing! *Off to part 3*
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