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nerdherdchuck) wrote2008-08-28 09:18 pm
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General Info: The idea for this ficlet came to me while I was sitting in church during the Easter Vigil this year. I started thinking of Easters past at one point when, okay, I admit, I got bored. And I started thinking of the Easter basket hunts my brother and I did as kids. Then I remembered the current prompt and decided to do the ficlet about Chuck and Ellie finding their Easter baskets before they were supposed to.
Thus far not much is known about Chuck & Ellie's parents. But the fact their mother left seemed to hit them very hard. So, I thought to make her sort of the central parent figure of this fic, assuming at one point in their lives, she was as such.
TM #223 - "I swear I didn't put those..."
"I swear I didn't put those Easter baskets in the kids' bedrooms," I remember my mother saying to my Dad.
This was Easter morning when I was eight years old.
Not sure yet when Mr. & Mrs. Bartowski were no longer around. I sorta guessed they were around for the siblings younger years and left in the tween/teen years.
My mother had spied me with a ring of milk chocolate around my lips.
Using 'spied' wasn't supposed be a reference to Chuck's current life, but it was sorta unintentional foreshadowing, I suppose.
"Chuck sweetie?" she began.
"Mmm?" I answered, still with a bite of chocolate bunny in my mouth.
The image here was supposed to be that Chuck stuffed his mouth so much he couldn't speak. 'Mmm?' was the closest I could come to writing that sound.
"Did you wake up early and get your Easter basket?"
It just seemed to be that parents would ask questions they already knew the answer to, you know?
I first tried to shake my head, but she shot me a look that basically said, "I know you did." So I nodded sadly.
At some point here, Chuck swallows the chocolate, but I guess I didn't mention that. Oops.
"How did you find it?" she asked.
"Well," I began, feeling guilty, "Last year you hid our baskets in the towel closet. And the year before that, you hid them in the kitchen cupboards. So...um...Ellie and I looked in the towel closet and then in the kitchen cupboards. And then we found them. And you and Dad were still asleep and we uh...well, helped ourselves."
My parents had a couple of places where they hid our baskets. And my brother and I would try to figure out where our parents hid our baskets based on previous hiding places.
"Your sister found her basket too?" my mother asked. I could tell by what she said that she already knew, but I think she wanted me to confess this fact.
I nodded and my Dad went into Ellie's room.
Busted!
My mother shook her head. "Chuck, you and Ellie were supposed to wait for us to wake up before you got your baskets. I'm very disappointed in you."
I bowed my head.
"Hand over your basket," my mom commanded, holding her right hand out.
I timidly handed the basket over. Most of the candy was still in it, but the chocolate bunny was currently headless.
I always ate part of my bunny first so I figured to have Chuck do this.
"You and Ellie won't get any candy for the rest of the day."
I sighed.
"Now c'mon," she said, motioning for me to follow. "Let's get you cleaned up."
And as I stood in the bathroom while my mother washed the chocolate off my face,
The mental image here was Chuck's mom with a damp facecloth wiping the chocolate off his face. Another detail I saw, but didn't put in. Oops.
I heard Ellie scream, "You tattled, Chuck!" and growl before storming off in a huff.
And Ellie here was sorta acting like Lucy from the Peanuts gang. *g* I figured her to be 11-12 here and at that age, everything is drama. ;)
Despite getting caught, it still was a good Easter though. Ellie, my Dad, my mother and I went out for dinner at nice restaurant. My Dad wasn't around much, so it was great for the four of us to be together.
Easter dinner in my family was sometimes at restaurants rather than at relatives' houses. Not sure how traditional it is to do that though.
And since no other Bartowskis have been mentioned outside of these four, I didn't feel like inventing relatives.
Sadly, this isn't possible anymore...
The fic does end on a sort of down note. I wasn't sure how to end it, but I thought maybe to throw in that last line since I thought maybe Chuck would reflect back on a time when everyone was together.
General Info: The idea for this ficlet came to me while I was sitting in church during the Easter Vigil this year. I started thinking of Easters past at one point when, okay, I admit, I got bored. And I started thinking of the Easter basket hunts my brother and I did as kids. Then I remembered the current prompt and decided to do the ficlet about Chuck and Ellie finding their Easter baskets before they were supposed to.
Thus far not much is known about Chuck & Ellie's parents. But the fact their mother left seemed to hit them very hard. So, I thought to make her sort of the central parent figure of this fic, assuming at one point in their lives, she was as such.
TM #223 - "I swear I didn't put those..."
"I swear I didn't put those Easter baskets in the kids' bedrooms," I remember my mother saying to my Dad.
This was Easter morning when I was eight years old.
Not sure yet when Mr. & Mrs. Bartowski were no longer around. I sorta guessed they were around for the siblings younger years and left in the tween/teen years.
My mother had spied me with a ring of milk chocolate around my lips.
Using 'spied' wasn't supposed be a reference to Chuck's current life, but it was sorta unintentional foreshadowing, I suppose.
"Chuck sweetie?" she began.
"Mmm?" I answered, still with a bite of chocolate bunny in my mouth.
The image here was supposed to be that Chuck stuffed his mouth so much he couldn't speak. 'Mmm?' was the closest I could come to writing that sound.
"Did you wake up early and get your Easter basket?"
It just seemed to be that parents would ask questions they already knew the answer to, you know?
I first tried to shake my head, but she shot me a look that basically said, "I know you did." So I nodded sadly.
At some point here, Chuck swallows the chocolate, but I guess I didn't mention that. Oops.
"How did you find it?" she asked.
"Well," I began, feeling guilty, "Last year you hid our baskets in the towel closet. And the year before that, you hid them in the kitchen cupboards. So...um...Ellie and I looked in the towel closet and then in the kitchen cupboards. And then we found them. And you and Dad were still asleep and we uh...well, helped ourselves."
My parents had a couple of places where they hid our baskets. And my brother and I would try to figure out where our parents hid our baskets based on previous hiding places.
"Your sister found her basket too?" my mother asked. I could tell by what she said that she already knew, but I think she wanted me to confess this fact.
I nodded and my Dad went into Ellie's room.
Busted!
My mother shook her head. "Chuck, you and Ellie were supposed to wait for us to wake up before you got your baskets. I'm very disappointed in you."
I bowed my head.
"Hand over your basket," my mom commanded, holding her right hand out.
I timidly handed the basket over. Most of the candy was still in it, but the chocolate bunny was currently headless.
I always ate part of my bunny first so I figured to have Chuck do this.
"You and Ellie won't get any candy for the rest of the day."
I sighed.
"Now c'mon," she said, motioning for me to follow. "Let's get you cleaned up."
And as I stood in the bathroom while my mother washed the chocolate off my face,
The mental image here was Chuck's mom with a damp facecloth wiping the chocolate off his face. Another detail I saw, but didn't put in. Oops.
I heard Ellie scream, "You tattled, Chuck!" and growl before storming off in a huff.
And Ellie here was sorta acting like Lucy from the Peanuts gang. *g* I figured her to be 11-12 here and at that age, everything is drama. ;)
Despite getting caught, it still was a good Easter though. Ellie, my Dad, my mother and I went out for dinner at nice restaurant. My Dad wasn't around much, so it was great for the four of us to be together.
Easter dinner in my family was sometimes at restaurants rather than at relatives' houses. Not sure how traditional it is to do that though.
And since no other Bartowskis have been mentioned outside of these four, I didn't feel like inventing relatives.
Sadly, this isn't possible anymore...
The fic does end on a sort of down note. I wasn't sure how to end it, but I thought maybe to throw in that last line since I thought maybe Chuck would reflect back on a time when everyone was together.
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And Ellie here was sorta acting like Lucy from the Peanuts gang. *g* I figured her to be 11-12 here and at that age, everything is drama. ;)
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