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To be a Brother

Title: To be a Brother

Author Eglantine_br

Law and Order UK

Rating PG for implied misery

Word Count 450

To Be A Brother

He tried to turn away, but the voice pierced everything. It whispered high and urgent.

“Matty, Matty, wake up. Please, wake up.”

He groaned. The voice was shaking his elbow now.

Matty struggled through the fuzz of sleep.

“I need help. It happened again.”

He could smell the urine. He propped himself up on his elbows. His bed was so warm, and he was so tired.

He could see the faint glow of the roadrunner alarm clock. 2 am. He groaned.

“I thought we were done with this,” He whispered.

But Matt could see the tears on her face, in the wan moonlit room.. He could see the slime below her lip, she had been crying hard But she was quiet. All the Devlin kids knew how to cry silently.

“All right, all right. I'll get up. I'll help you.”

She nodded. Her breath was hitching. She was so small.

Matty sat up, reached under the bed. He pulled out a bundle of sheets and clothing.

“I had it ready, Mellie, just in case. Lets get you cleaned up.”

“He'll hear us. I'm scared.”

“He's asleep. He won't hear if you are quiet. Can you be very quiet?” She nodded. Her yellow hair flopped.

It was safe to turn on the light once the door to the bath was shut tight. He trickled warm water onto a cloth. He he wiped it over her clammy buttocks and legs. He got it rinsed again, handed it to her.

“You do the front.” She scrubbed at herself, biting her lip in concentration. Her little-girl body was strange, he didn't really like to look at it, but he could see that she was getting taller now, and leaner.

He held out the underpants and she stepped in, holding his arm. She lifted her arms for the nightgown, he settled it over her.

“The sheets--” She began.

“We can change them,” Matty said. “I'll help. I'll hide the wet ones, wash them tomorrow. They won't know.”


The door to the girls room had a squeak, if you pushed it too fast. He was careful not to do that. It smelled different too, even when it did not smell of bedwetting.

Melanie helped him settle the sheet.

“Are you sure you are empty now? Not going to do it again, right?” She nodded solemnly.

He settled the blanket around her.

“Goodnight, Melly.”

“Goodnight Matty.” She curled herself, small for sleep.

He gave her head a pat, and left the room.


( 13 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 18th, 2012 10:26 pm (UTC)
brave, patient Matt, likely saving his sister from a beating.
Mar. 18th, 2012 11:02 pm (UTC)
That was my thought. I have such conflict about writing him. It hurts. (In a totally different way than Archie does,) but he whispers to me.
Mar. 18th, 2012 11:07 pm (UTC)
This is why I only wrote him as an adult, and only enough to get him alive and well and settled. And he was in enough pain just dealing with the loss of his career, even having a devoted love to stand by him. I can't imagine writing him as a child. Too much.
Mar. 18th, 2012 11:10 pm (UTC)
Sometimes I feel ridiculous, but it is as if I cannot really choose the stories that come. Doesn't that sound dumb...
Mar. 18th, 2012 11:20 pm (UTC)
No, that's called having a muse, isn't it?
Mar. 18th, 2012 11:43 pm (UTC)
I had always thought of a muse as a gentle tinkerbell sort of thing, filling the world with fairy dust.

What I have is more like a donkey-- you pull at it and it resists, so you pull harder, and it runs forward and you fall on your ass!
Mar. 18th, 2012 11:53 pm (UTC)
It bit me!

Well, what did you THINK fairies would do! *psst* *squeak* Forty-two!

I thought they did NICE things, like granting wishes!

Hmph. Shows how much YOU know. *psst* *squeak* Forty-three!

(I haven't got an icon with Hoggle, so this will have to do.)
Mar. 18th, 2012 11:59 pm (UTC)
Hee. Did you ever watch the cartoon 'Doug'?

(Yowls in pain) "Ohh-- my Writers Block!!"
Mar. 19th, 2012 12:06 am (UTC)
Nope, wasn't one of ours when the kid was of the age for it.
Mar. 23rd, 2012 11:28 am (UTC)
Oh that's brilliant. So much love and pain and fear. Matty is way too old for his years. You can feel the weight of his responsibility. When you write children they are always so real, painfully so in this instance.
Sep. 26th, 2016 08:36 am (UTC)
Yes. Poor babies. What a sweet, kind brother. My kids are much more squabbly with each other, but then I guess they don't need to rely on each other as much when they know that if they do wet the bed, they have Mommy and Baba to wash their sweet little bum-bums.
Oct. 3rd, 2016 03:36 am (UTC)
Squabbly children are happy ones I think. The kids I worry about are the ones with watchful quiet goodness. Not that happy kids are not good, but it feels different somehow. The ones that know they are safe in the word have a frisky quality. Threatened kids don't frisk...
Oct. 4th, 2016 01:04 am (UTC)
That is true. There is frisking galore in this household. It is good to be reminded that this is a healthy thing.
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