Little Wonders

27. The Babysitter

Hello guys! Well, it's been a long time. But again, school got in the way and whatnot. But fear not! I am now currently on study leave! YAY! sadly I have my English exam on Monday and then another English exam on Thursday... so please don't expect an update before Thursday! After Thursday, my next exam isn't until June! So I have plenty of time to write and revise! YAY!

I originally wrote half of this a while back, but then I went and had tea and didn't save it. When I came back, I stupidly (please don't ask me why) shut down the web browser, loosing all my hard work! But I rewrote it, and here it is! Please enjoy!

27. The Babysitter

John stood in the kitchen, cooking. Normally, Rose did the cooking - but since she was still getting ready to go out tonight, John was cooking Darren's tea.

John and Rose were going out for a meal. They weren't celebrating anything. But Captain Jack had been moaning for weeks that he had only met Darren once and hardly knew him. He pestered John and Rose to let him babysit Darren while the couple went out somewhere, and Rose had given in to him - when John had specifically said not to.

Yes - THEE Captain Jack Harkness was going to be babysitting the Smith's son.

Sighing, John turned the cooker off as he was certain everything had finished cooking. He looked up at the wall clock to see it was 10 to six. John was 20 minutes late.

"DARREN!" John called out as he began to dish the fish-fingers onto a plate. He pulled a face at the fish sticks, the other Him's new incarnation had a fascination with them dipped in custard. It had put John off for life.

The sound of someone moving around above John could be heard, before the pitter-patter of little feet coming down the stairs. John began to cut up the fish-fingers as Darren rushed into the kitchen.

"Is tea done? What are we having?" The small boy asked, running over to John's feet.

"I've already told you, Darren. Me and Mum are going out for a meal. Only you're going to be eating." John smiled down at the small boy. He was tiny. He was turning 6 soon but everyone looked at him and thought he was 3 or 4. "And you're having fish fingers and chips."

"Goodie!" Darren jumped up and down in excitement. Once the fish-fingers had been cut up, John placed a small amount of chips on the plate and took the plate over to the table, situated in the middle of the big room. He placed it on the table in front of a chair before picking Darren up and sitting him in the seat.

"Do you want some ketchup?" John asked, heading to the fridge, knowing Darren would say yes.

"Yes please." Darren smiled. John brought the tomato ketchup over to the table and placed a small dollop on the side of the plate. If Darren had loads, it would end up everywhere and John would have to find something else to wear out. He then handed Darren a small knife and fork (they had his name on them) and smiled as Darren proceeded to eat.

John then made Darren a small drink of squash and placed it close enough so Darren could still reach it, but far enough so it couldn't be spilt. He had learnt how to do that the hard way. He then sat down, with a mug of tea as he watched Darren eat his food hungrily.

John looked back over to the clock, It was now nearing six o'clock. Jack was supposed to have been here half an hour ago.

As if on queue, the doorbell rang through the house.

"Daddy... there's someone at the door," Darren mumbled with a smile.

"I know sport," John smiled standing up. He made his way to the front door and pulled it open.