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A/N: It�s been a long time since I�ve updated
this story, and I apologize for leaving everyone hanging after that last
chapter. I�m definitely not going to be abandoning this story, I can assure
you, but there may be times when I�m uninspired (cough:writer�s block:cough) or
busy with other things, so I appreciate your patience.
I do want to say thank you to
everyone who has reviewed this story, especially since my last update. Every
time I read a review for this story I smile, and I�m so glad that there are
people out there that want me to continue it. I wasn�t really sure that that
was going to happen when I first started writing this story, but I�m so glad it
has. Thank you for all of your kind words. Enjoy this chapter. : )

Chapter Nine: The Hero

�� Use the gun!�
�� Brian glanced over at Andy, who was
sitting next to him on the couch, eyes glued to the television screen in front
of them. Brian�s parents had left two hours ago to go to his grandfather�s
house, and Andy had offered to stay and keep him company. They�d kept
themselves busy by watching a marathon of Magnum P.I., one of Andy�s
favorite shows. In the current episode, Magnum was involved with a
poker-playing Texan heiress, who actually turned out to be a Russian spy that
was using Magnum to steal a roll of microfilm. The two of them had barely
escaped the yacht - though Brian was still wondering how their five armed
opponents had managed to miss every shot they took from only ten feet
away - but they ended up stranded on a desert island with no food or water.
Luckily, Magnum�s friends found them and picked them up in a helicopter, with
the bad guys right on their heels.
�� The gun!�
Andy�s hand curled tightly around the arm of the couch. �The
gun!�
�� Brian had watched enough television
with Andy to know what he was like when he got excited about something
onscreen, but it was still funny to watch. Andy tried really hard to keep his
emotions under wraps, but every once in a while it would burst out of him, like
he just couldn�t take it anymore.
�� Yes!� Andy exclaimed, slamming his
fist into the couch cushion next to him. Onscreen, the helicopter tailing
Magnum and his crew crashed into a grove of trees, exploding on impact.
�� Brian started laughing. �That was really
cool.�
�� Andy nodded enthusiastically. �Cool,�
he agreed.
�� The episode ended with Magnum and
the heiress-spy lady sharing a romantic moment before she left to go back to
Russia or wherever she was from. Andy drummed his fingers impatiently on his
thigh as he waited for the next episode, where hopefully something else would
explode.
�� I wish I could go Hawaii,� said
Brian, just to fill the silence.
�� Andy nodded. �Hawaii�s pretty cool. Great surfing.�
�� Brian lifted his eyebrows. �You surf?�
�� Andy shrugged. �A
little. My uncle lives in Honolulu, and I used to go visit him during
the summer and Spring Break.�
�� For some reason, Brian was finding
it difficult get over his surprise. �So, are you, like, really good or��
�� Andy laughed. �I don�t know. I guess
I got pretty good. My uncle owns a surf shop, so I spend all my time on the
beach when I go.�
�� Wow,� said Brian. �You never told
me about that.�
�� Andy shrugged and glanced back at
the screen. �I haven�t been since Spring Break last year. But I might go again
in March�if my parents let me.� As he said this, he pursed his lips together so
firmly that the skin went white and his eyes flickered with anger. Then he
looked up at the television, where they were showing a preview of the upcoming
episode, and said, �This is a good one.�
�� And it was. Magnum had a really cool
red sports car - a Ferrari 308 GTS, according to Andy - and he spent half the
episode cruising the island for clues. Andy was
unabashedly jealous of Magnum�s luck at landing a car like that, and every time
there was a shot of the car, Andy would lean forward a little bit in his seat
to get a better look. At one point he took off down the highway, tires
squealing, and Brian saw Andy�s mouth drop open at the sheer beauty of the
moment.
�� What would you give for a car like
that?� asked Andy, not even bothering to tear his eyes away from the screen.
�� Brian paused thoughtfully. �I don�t
know,� he replied. �I mean, it�s cool, but�I don�t know, what about you? What
would you give?�
�� Anything,� Andy replied, without
missing a beat.
�� Brian nodded. �Oh. That�s�that�s a
lot.�
�� Are we going to eat lunch?�
�� Brian looked up to see Morgan
standing in the doorway a few feet away, clutching her Winter Princess Barbie
in one hand. Her hair was sticking up in the back, probably from static cling. Barbie�s
hair was arranged in a similar fashion, though Brian had to presume that it
wasn�t intentional.
�� Sure,� he replied quickly, jumping
up from the couch. �Do you want a sandwich?�
�� Morgan nodded and looked back at
Andy, who had also stood from the couch. Brian turned to see him standing there
with his hands folded awkwardly at his sides. �Well, I should go,� he said,
nodding in Brian�s direction.
�� No, stay,� said Brian. When he
heard the strain of desperation in his voice, he swallowed it down. �I mean, we
have plenty of food. I could make you a sandwich. Or two.�
�� Andy smiled faintly. �Yeah, okay.�
�� Brian made one sandwich for Morgan,
two for himself, and three for Andy, who had apparently missed breakfast and
hadn�t even told him, though he must have been starving the entire time. The
three of them sat down at the dining room table, and Morgan immediately started
in on her cookies.
�� So, how long will your parents be gone for?� asked Andy, through a mouthful of ham and
cheese sandwich.
�� Brian shrugged. �I don�t know. Until
this afternoon sometime, I guess.�
�� Andy nodded and swallowed his
sandwich. For a moment, neither of them said anything, just chewed in silence.
Morgan was still watching them, especially Andy, with eyes that revealed very
little about what she was thinking. She also kept sticking her inside of her
mouth while she was eating, wiggling her loose tooth around.
�� Stop doing that, and eat your
sandwich first,� Brian told Morgan, thinking that his mother would have said
the same thing if she was there. He�d done everything the way he thought she
would have, even cut the crusts off of Morgan�s sandwich the way she liked. The
least she could do was eat it.
�� I want to eat my cookies first,�
she protested, picking up another from her plate. She shoved it into her mouth,
biting down roughly.
�� Brian rolled his eyes and looked
away. �Fine.� He half-expected her to say something
else, maybe about him minding his own business, but she didn�t. He didn�t even
hear her chewing. After a few seconds, he looked back up at her.
�� Morgan was staring at him with her
eyes wide as saucers, mouth hanging open to reveal chocolate-covered teeth and
a tongue smothered in cream filling. There was also blood, enough of it to send
his own blood screeching to a sudden halt. �Morgan?�
he said stupidly.
�� Morgan shook her head once, and then
her eyes welled up with tears and she burst out in a single sob, mouth still
hanging open. Brian was frozen to his seat, trying to figure out what his
mother would do, but Andy was much faster. He grabbed his napkin and stood up
from his seat, squatting down next to Morgan�s chair. Without even the
slightest hesitation, he reached forward and put one hand on Morgan�s jaw to
keep her mouth open.
�� It�s okay,� he told her, in a voice
that Brian had never even heard before. �Just keep your mouth open for a minute
while I find it, okay?� She nodded mutely, and he reached into her mouth,
fishing around amongst the cookies debris until he pulled out a single, bloody
tooth. His fingers were covered in spit and chocolate.
�� There,� he said, setting the tooth
down on her napkin. �You didn�t swallow it.�
�� Another tear escaped, but Morgan hiccupped
in relief. �My mouth is gross,� she told him, the words coming out kind of
jumbled since she still couldn�t close her mouth.
�� Andy laughed. �You should rinse it
out with water, maybe even with some salt.�
�� Brian, who hadn�t moved the entire
time, suddenly realized that he was still sitting there, dumbstruck. �Come on,�
he told Morgan, trying to keep his voice steady, �I�ll get you some.�
�� No, I want Andy to get it,� she
said, shrinking back from his outstretched hand.
�� Brian felt his heart sink, and he
glanced over at Andy, who looked uncomfortable and slightly apologetic. Morgan
was also looking at Andy, mouth still hanging open as she waited. A line of
clear brown drool dribbled over her bottom lip and started down her chin.
�� The cups are in the cabinet above
the dishwasher,� Brian said quietly.
�� Andy hesitated for a moment, then helped Morgan out of her chair. When they were out of
sight, Brian let out a deep sigh and tipped his head forward so that his chin could
rest against his palm. Why did he always do that? It always seemed like right
when he needed to take action � and fast � he panicked and froze up. Every single time. How could anyone hope to depend on him
for anything if he couldn�t even help
his younger sister with her first loose tooth?
�� Look!� Morgan announced, bounding
back into the dining room. She was holding her tooth out in front of her for
Brian�s inspection, smiling brightly to show off the new gap in her teeth.
�Look,� she said again, sticking her palm under Brian�s nose. �It�s so big.�
�� That�s because of the root,� Brian
explained. �You don�t see it when it�s in your mouth.�
�� Morgan considered this piece of
information for a moment as she stared at the tooth in her hand. �I�m going to
put it under my pillow right now,� she said finally. �Just so I don�t forget
and the tooth fairy doesn�t bring me anything.�
�� Brian nodded, and Morgan skipped off
to her room, clutching her tooth in her hand so that she wouldn�t drop it. When
she was gone, Andy returned to his seat and looked over at Brian.
�� You okay?� he asked.
�� Brian glanced up. �Oh,
yeah. Of course.� He paused thoughtfully,
looking down at his sandwiches. �You were really good at that. I mean, at
helping her.�
�� Andy picked up one of his
sandwiches, but didn�t take a bite. �I was there when my cousin�s daughter lost
her first tooth. She kind of freaked out, and I had to help her�� He motioned
vaguely towards his teeth, grimacing slightly. ��clean it up and wash it. It
kind of freaked me out that she was
so upset, because I was really excited when I lost my first tooth.� He paused.
�Well, the one that Brett didn�t punch out,� he clarified.
�� Me, too!�
Brian exclaimed, smiling for the first time since all
the commotion started. �I mean, I was really excited about mine. I couldn�t
stop playing with it.�
�� Andy grinned. �Yeah,
me, too. Except I had to be careful because Brett kept threatening to
come in while I was sleeping and tie the loose tooth to a doorknob and slam it
shut.�
�� Brian�s eyes widened. �Would he
seriously do that?�
�� Andy shrugged and took a bite of his
sandwich. �I don�t know, maybe,� he said through a mouthful of ham and cheese.
�He didn�t do it, but I�m sure he considered it.�
�� He sounds like a total asshole,�
said Brian, shaking his head in disbelief.
�� Andy burst out laughing. �Yeah, he
is. I guess older brothers are supposed to be that way.�
�� Brian considered that for a moment.
�But Todd wasn�t like that, was he?� he asked, referring to Andy�s oldest
brother.
�� Andy shook his head. �No, he was so
much older than me. I mean, Brett�s three years older, but I was only six when
Todd graduated from high school. Besides, he was always the responsible one.�
�� Like
me, thought Brian. At least I�m
supposed to be. �Oh.�
�� Andy took another bite of his
sandwich, and a drop of mayonnaise spilled over the side and landed on his
sweatshirt. Brian waited for him to look down and wipe it off, but Andy was
apparently oblivious, because continued eating without pausing to clean up.
�� You�ve got, um��
�� Andy glanced up. �Huh?�
�� Brian bit his lip to keep from
laughing. �Nothing, you�ve just got some mayonnaise on your shirt.� He pointed
to the center of Andy�s sweatshirt, where the mayonnaise blended with the white
�H� in Ohio.
�� Andy glanced down. �Oh.� He used his
finger to wipe off the smear, but instead of wiping it on his napkin like Brian
expected, he lifted it to his mouth and licked it off. Surprised, Brian burst
out laughing.
�� Andy looked up, eyes wide. �What?�
he asked, bewildered.
�� Brian�s laughter dissolved into a
soft chuckle. �Nothing,� he said, shaking his head. �I�m just�� He couldn�t
think of anything to say that didn�t sound dumb, so he just sighed. �Nothing.�
�� Andy nodded and took another bite of
his sandwich. Brian watched him for a minute before he picked up one of his own
and took a big bite.
�I�m just glad you�re here.

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�� Andy�s mom was expecting him to help
her take down Christmas decorations, so he left soon after they�d finished
eating lunch. Morgan was sad to see him go, but Andy promised that he would be
back to see how much money the tooth fairy left her, and that must have been
enough, because she finally let him leave, however reluctantly.
�� When he was gone, Morgan went back
into her bedroom and Brian settled back into his chair in the living room. He
watched a couple episodes of Magnum, but he had to admit that it wasn�t nearly
as much fun to watch it alone. About halfway into the second episode, he was
asleep, head tucked up against the couch cushions.
�� He woke to the sound of the back
door opening, and a few seconds later his mother appeared in the doorway to the
living room. �Hi,� he said groggily, reaching up to wipe the sleep from his
eyes.
�� Where�s Morgan?� she asked, setting
her purse down on the recliner.
�� In her room.�
�� The door slammed shut, and Mr.
Johnson walked into the living room carrying his scarf in one hand. He tossed it
onto the recliner next to his wife�s purse, then did
the same with his coat. Mrs. Johnson was looking at the television screen,
where Magnum was walking along the beach interviewing a surfer.
�Did everything go alright?� Brian asked, looking from one to the
other.
�� His father nodded. �We just had to
do a bunch of paperwork at the hospital. Your mom has an appointment with the
director of the funeral home tomorrow morning.�
�� Oh.� He looked over at his mom, who
was busying herself with unbuttoning her overcoat. He tried to think of
something to say, but everything sounded kind of useless in his head. Morgan
chose that moment to walk into the room, holding her hand in a fist in front of
her.
�� Daddy, look!� she said loudly,
running up to him and baring her teeth to show the gap. �It came out.�
�� Well, look at that,� said her
father approvingly. He reached up and gently pushed back her upper lip with his
thumb to get a better look. �You could stick a straw through that hole!�
�� Morgan�s eyes widened. �Really?� she
asked hopefully. �Can I try?�
�� Mr. Johnson chuckled. �We�ll try it
later,� he promised.
�� Morgan turned to her mother, who was
sitting on the edge of the couch next to her son, taking off her earrings.
�Look, Mommy,� she said, holding out her hand so that she could get a better
look at her tooth. �It came out while I was eating a cookie.�
�� Mrs. Johnson blinked and looked up. �I
see,� she said quietly, cupping her daughter�s open hand with her own. �Did you
rinse your mouth out with salt water?�
�� Morgan nodded. �Andy helped me.�
�� Even though he had no reason to be
embarrassed about this, Brian immediately remembered the awkward position that
his mother had found them in earlier, and he felt himself blushing at Morgan�s
piece of news. His mother glanced over at him, eyebrow arched expectantly but
her expression otherwise neutral. �Did he?� she replied mildly.
�� Morgan nodded seriously. �He also
helped me get the tooth out of my mouth. It was stuck--� She paused to stick
her finger into her mouth, pointing at the back of her tongue with sticky
fingers. ��ite ear, an wen unner by tun
an I aloast swahowed it.�
�� You almost swallowed it?� her
mother translated.
�� Morgan nodded and removed her finger
from her mouth. �But Andy took it out before I did.�
�� Mrs. Johnson glanced over at Brian,
then back at Morgan. �Well, it�s a good thing he was here then.�
�� Morgan smiled awkwardly, still not
used to the gap in her teeth. �He�s my hero.�
�� That�s wonderful,� said Mrs.
Johnson, but Brian could hear the edge in her voice and he didn�t know what it
meant. Did she suspect what was happening between him and Andy? Was she angry
at him? Maybe she was angry that Brian had to get his friend to help Morgan
with the tooth instead of doing it himself, or maybe she was just tired after
an understandably horrible day. With his mother, it was so hard to tell.
�� Well, I need to make some phone
calls,� Mrs. Johnson announced, breaking into his thoughts. She stood from the
couch and grabbed her purse. �I�ll be in the kitchen.�
�� Brian nodded, but she wasn�t even
looking at him, so she didn�t see it. �Okay.�
�� When their mother was out of sight,
Morgan looked up at her father. �I�m going to go put my tooth back under my
pillow,� she told him. �For the tooth fairy.�
�� Mr. Johnson, who had been watching
his wife leave the room, glanced up at his daughter. �That sounds good,
sweetheart,� he said distractedly.
�� Morgan grinned and ran back down the
hallway towards her room.
�� For a moment, neither Brian nor his
father said anything. Mr. Johnson was gathering their coats and scarves from
the recliner, and he hardly seemed to remember that anyone was left in the
room. Brian cleared his throat. �Uh, dad?�
�� Mr. Johnson glanced up. �Yes,
Brian?�
�� Brian paused awkwardly. �Is, um�is
mom okay?�
�� His father didn�t answer right away,
but when he did, it seemed to require a great deal of effort. �She�s doing
fine,� he said slowly. �She�s a strong person.�
�� Brian nodded. �Is there anything I
need to�anything I should do, you know, to help?�
�� Mr. Johnson released a deep breath.
�Just look after your sister, and help Mom with whatever she needs. We need to
support her however we can.�
�� Brian nodded again. �Yeah, okay. I�ll, I�ll do
that.�
�� His father nodded and tucked his
coat under one arm. �I know you will.� Without saying anything else, he walked
out of the room and into the hallway to hang their coats up in the closet.
�� When he was gone, Brian settled back
on the couch and glanced up at the television screen, where Magnum was talking
to a little boy in swim trunks. He swiped his hand behind the boy�s ear and
pulled it back to reveal a quarter. The boy grinned and reached for it, eyes
bright with excitement.
�� Quarters,� Brian murmured
thoughtfully.

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�� That night, sometime after his
parents had gone to bed, Brian crept into the bathroom dividing his room from
Morgan�s and pushed open the door leading to her bedroom. She had the closet
door cracked open, and there was a thin shaft of light spilling out onto
carpet. Her Care Bears nightlight was plugged into the wall right next to her
bed, just in case she had to get up in the middle of the night to use the
bathroom.
�� Morgan was snuggled under her
comforter, sheets tucked all the way up to her chin to protect her from the
cold. Her tangled light brown hair was splayed out across the pillow, except
for a couple of strands that were pasted to her cheeks with sweat. He could
hear her soft, measured breathing, could see her chest rise and fall in the
semi-darkness.
�� Carefully, he lifted the corner of
her pillow up away from the mattress, slid two quarters under the pillow and
stepped back. Morgan let out a little sigh and turned over on her side, but she
didn�t wake up. Her fingers curled around the edge of her pillowcase, and Brian
smiled fondly.
Before she could wake up and find him there, Brian slipped back
into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

A/N: I have to admit that this chapter was kind of hard for me
to write after being away from this story for so long. I hope everyone enjoyed it
anyway. Please review!
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