He Makes Their Excuses
Title: Ten Reasons Bobby Singer Hates the Resurrected ‘Verse
Disclaimer: I do not own Bobby (Kripke does, that bastard) - or anyone else - that would be Whedon, Murphy, Henson, Davies, Kenyon, and Spelling. (Except for Mari, Malachi, and Sheyle - them‘s mine, bitches!)
Summary: Bobby’s the unofficial ‘adult’ of the Resurrected ‘verse, what with Mary & John dead, ‘Hank’ & ‘Joyce’ rejuvenated, and Giles just kind of out of the picture in London. Which is why he hates
being caught in the middle of all the ‘kids’ messes. Here are the other ten reasons.
A/N: Uh, yeah. Went all pear-shaped on me. Ten Reasons Bobby Singer Hates the Resurrected ‘Verse
3. He Makes Their Excuses
“What do you mean, you lost
Ben?” Bobby gaped at Jo.
“Little shit gave me the slip, Uncle Bobby,” Jo huffed. “I think he’s heading back to Leah - but I swear I will beat that little brat within an inch of his life when I get my hands on him.”
“And let me guess, Dean’s been calling you for hours?”
“The man found out he was a father four weeks ago,” Jo glanced away. “And now that Lisa’s dropped off the face of the planet, he worries even more. I’m tracking him down now, it’s just - I need your help, Bobby.”
“Aw, dammit, Jo. Fine. Find the boy, and do it fast, dammit.”
“Thanks Bobby.” ~*~
“No, I ain’t heard from Jo, boy. I’ve got other things to worry about than Jo,” Bobby snapped over the phone.
“Ben was supposed to check in with me at three when he got out of school,” Dean’s voice rasped over the line.
“Hell, Dean, it’s only twenty after. Kid’s probably hanging around with his uncle at the high school. It’s a glee club day.” Bobby just prayed to any god listening that the boy really was at McKinley. ~*~
“I didn’t mean to walk into the locker room, honest!” Ben winced as Coach Sylvester dragged him to the music room by his ear. “I got turned around!”
“You just happened to miss the huge sign that said ‘Girl’s Locker Room’ on it?” Sue snorted.
“There you are!” Jo cried, glaring at the boy. “You scared the hell out of me, brat!”
“I didn’t mean to,” Ben rubbed at his sore ear.
“I caught him trying to sneak a perverted peek at my Cheerios while they changed,” Sue glared down at him. “I suggest corporal punishment as a suitable reprimand. We don’t instill fear enough in today’s youth.”
“Like father, like son,” Jo muttered.
“Ben, why didn’t you meet up with your Uncle Puck by the locker room?” Bobby demanded, coming around the corner with both Puck and Adam in tow.
“Yeah, Squirt. We’re supposed to be picking up Mari and Leah for ballet class,” Adam added.
“I was at the locker room until the Coach dragged me to her office to interrogate me!” Ben caught the look Bobby gave him.
“Well, get a move on,” Bobby motioned for them to take off.
“Sorry, Uncle Bobby,” Ben dipped his head low and let his uncles lead him away.
Sue’s eyes narrowed at Bobby. He only stared back at her.
“I smell treachery afoot, Mr. Singer,” Sue spoke quietly. “I don’t like the stench.”
“Smells like normal teenager funk to me,” Bobby shrugged. “Guess you went in the wrong profession if you can’t handle the smell.”