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I voted AND got in a car accident at my polling place! Minor, thankfully, but dude, non-destructive-minor-wacky-voting-related car accidents for Obama!

And dude, I want to know how Nate's gun wound up in the fruit bowl in the mafia AU. Or, y'know anything related to Bravo. At all.

What? Oh noes! Barack appreciates your sacrifice! I will ponder the fruit bowl or something else Bravo related.

The first time Nate ever saw a gun he was six years old. His father took Nate on a fishing trip and tried to explain to Nate what he did in little words. Nate didn't understand most of it, but he understood that his father was important and that lots of people wanted to spend time with him. When they got home, his father took Nate in his study and pulled out a small gun and explained to Nate that this was nothing to be trifled with. That guns could kill people, that they weren't meant to be left lying around.

Nate was ten the first time he found a handgun in one of the kitchen drawers. He picked it, up looked at, and then his mother came in and whapped him on the back of the head with the gun and said if she ever caught him with one again, he would be really sorry.

When Nate was thirteen, he spent a lot of time in his room drawing, because he thought he wanted to be a comic book artist. He wasn't really good at drawing, but he couldm trace really well and it made him happy. He couldn't get all the details right for most of the stuff, but he could draw guns free handed in extreme detail.

Nate was 15 the first time he heard a gunshot in the house. He was studying his Trig homework when there came this loud clap, like something had fallen down in the house. He remembers opening his door and calling for his mom, because she'd been cooking in the kitchen, and when she didn't answer, he ran downstairs and found her standing in the middle of the kitchen with a gun in her hand.

And when he called her name, she dropped the gun on the lino, a few feet from a huge hole in the floor and several spatters of blood. "I hate mice," she said simply.

When Nate took a step towards her, he saw, little pieces of gray fur all over the floor.

When Nate was 17 someone broke in the house while he was in the kitchen drinking beer that he was supposed to leave alone. The only gun he could find in the kitchen was hidden in the fruit bowl.

Nate shot the robber in the knee, called his dad and after the mess had been disposed of asked for shooting lessons.

His father just exhaled softly through his nose. "I knew it was going to happen some time."

Nate shrugged. "No time like now."

Edited 2008-11-04 20:06 (UTC)

Dude! I love you so and Nate so very, very much!

Aw, YES!

I love this, and it's so much better than my mental version which included Ray being Ray and totally random.