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Fic: Lost Boy 4/? - Necessary

Lost Boy - Necessary

Disclaimer: Not mine. Still.

A/N: Ta-da! It’s longer! Yay! And I’m posting it for you guys today (once again, in lieu of homework) as my 21st birthday is tomorrow and I intend to be out drinking (and watching the funny looks on peoples’ faces when they find out that yes, I am in fact 21) rather than at my computer.

Elizabeth stood in the children’s department of Macy’s, trying to convince herself that she didn’t in fact need to buy every cute outfit that she saw, because after all, Peter said that they were going to have this situation reversed in a few days. So really, a couple of outfits would do.

But just to be on the safe side she picked out a dozen.

She’d had to estimate his size of course, and Neal was such a skinny little boy (and young man as well, however much she and June tried to feed him) and she needed to be sure something would fit, so all twelve were necessary.

And he needed PJ’s and underwear, and socks and shoes too, also all necessary, and she wondered what Neal would say when he was back to normal and found that she’d had him in superman underwear and light-up Cars shoes.

She was on her way to the checkout counter when she saw the rack with the tiny bathrobes and towels with hoods that looked like animal heads, and those, she decided, were necessary as well.

She was standing in line to checkout when she noticed the table full of cuddly things, and on impulse, she picked up a soft, fuzzy blue blanket. She was sure it was necessary too.

She paid for her purchases and drove home quickly, then stepped into her home with her arms laden with bags. She set them by the door and called out “Peter! Neal!”

A blur shot out of the kitchen and slammed into her legs. “Liz’bth!” it cried from somewhere around her knees.

She smiled, picking him up and settling him on her hip. “Hi Neal.” She watched Satchmo and Peter exit the kitchen more sedately.
“Hi!” he chirped. “P’tr made a mess,” he informed her delightedly.

She arched an eyebrow at her husband. “Oh he did, did he?”

“Yup. We had ceweal. He spill’ tuh milk. Went evewywhere.” He stretched his arms out and leant back, and she had to adjust her grip to keep him from falling.

“I cleaned it up,” Peter defended, staring at the small mountain of shopping bags. “I thought you were only getting some necessities?”

“These are necessities. Little boys need a lot of things.” She turned to Neal, not having missed the damp patches on his oversized shirt - also probably milk. “Neal, do you want to wash up and put on a new outfit?”

He nodded vigorously and started pulling at his shirt.

“Peter, why don’t you go help him get cleaned up while I find something for him to wear?” Peter reached out to take Neal, and Elizabeth watched as the boy went to him happily, wrapping tiny arms around his neck, and pressing his face against her husband’s chest as he was carried out of the room.

Once they’d managed to wipe the milk residue off of Neal’s face, chest, and hands, and gotten him changed into a pair of Khaki pants and a t-shirt (amid a joyful cry of “Supuh Man!”), Elizabeth decided by the drooping eyelids and almost bobble-head quality of the little boy that maybe it was naptime.

Neal disagreed. And Peter, the coward, had run back out to the Taurus, claiming that he’d left a case file in the car.

“I’m not sleeeeeee-eepy,” Neal claimed, mid-yawn.

“Well, why don’t you just lay down and rest your eyes for a little bit then?” she tried.

“My eyes aren’ sleepy eithew.”

She tried a different tactic. “That’s too bad. I had a special surprise for naptime, but I guess since no one is napping…”

That got his attention. “Suhpwise?”

“Yeah,” she said casually, “but like I said, it’s only for naptimes, so I guess you wouldn’t be interested.”

Neal’s nose scrunched up again, and the pink tip of his tongue peeked out from his lips as he thought this over. “Only fowr naptimes? Can’t be fowr playtime?”

She shook her head, trying to keep from smiling. “Nope. Naptime only.”

Neal kept on his thinking face for a little while longer before sighing. “Okay. Suhpwise pwease.”

Elizabeth knew Neal well enough to confirm. “You’re going to take a nap?”

He nodded, eyes flicking to the bags still piled by the door. “But I’m not sleepy.”

She smiled.

Ten minutes later, Peter found her in the guest bedroom, staring down at Neal, curled up in a little ball, the thumb of one hand in his mouth.

The other hand was curled tightly around the corner of the fuzzy blue blanket.

Oh yeah. Definitely necessary.


( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 2nd, 2010 12:21 am (UTC)
Just adorable- I don't want Neal to turn back into big!Neal now...maybe have it spilt off- one where Neal tuns back and one where he doesn't...
Dec. 2nd, 2010 12:28 am (UTC)
Oh dear god, I think I might have died of cute! and again from trying very hard not to squeal in a public place :P

also...HAPPY BIRTHDAY! and many happy returns...
Dec. 2nd, 2010 01:03 am (UTC)
So cute! Elizabeth shopping for Neal is awesome. :-)
Dec. 2nd, 2010 04:48 am (UTC)
Dec. 10th, 2010 09:49 am (UTC)
Happy belated birthday! Love the story. Please post more soon. Would love for Neal to stay little in the story or fluctuate back and forth.
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