Disclaimer:
I do not own TDM, If I did I would have written a better ending
"I swear man, you have got to update your cassette tape collection." Chubs complained.
"Why?" Liam and I ask in unison.
Cubs gives us a weird look but continues anyway, "First, they are cassette tapes."
Liam and look at each other and then look back at Chubs who gives us another strange look.
"Second, Black Sabbath, Moterhead, Metallica. It's the greatest hits of mullet rock!"
"House rules Charles, Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Liam states while putting in a (not so mullet rock) Kansas song called; Carry on my wayward son.
"Charles is a chubby twelve year old, it's Chubs." He snarks.
"Sorry, I can't hear you. Musics too loud." You say while smirking at Chubs. He rolls his eyes.
"I'm not even in the passenger seat, and Octavia is driving, so she didn't technically chose the music." He says over the music.
"Get over it, we were quoting supernatural." You grin at he boy in the back seat.
You hum quietly to the music that you knew so well, Liam had loved classic rock almost as much as you loved the 67 Chevy Impala that had been in the show that you knew better than the back of your hand. Liam gives you a side glance and you catch his eye, he is up to something.
He slowly reached out to the volume control of the cars radio and turned it up slightly.
"Were you humming, I can't quite hear you." He says.
"No, I was singing." You grin and turn your attention back to the road.
Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin', I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
At some point the rest of the gang started singing along (except Zu, she just hummed) Liam had started drumming on the dash board and Chubs had played the air guitar while Zu just laughed at our antics. At this moment I was not running from the monsters of the government or bounty hunters but you were just a kid singing a fantastic song with your friends, and at that moment you were safe.
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"Hey, Liam, get some sleep. You haven't slept for more then two hours since I joined the crew." She say sincerely.
"I'm fine, O." I say while looking at her.
"No, you really aren't. You look like shit Lee, you have bags under your eyes, your hair is a mess, and you have yawned like, seven times in the last hour." She looks at me gently before stiffing. "How much sleep do you usually get, you know, after I left."
"Four, maybe five hours." I admit sadly.
She sighs and looks at the road straight on. Her grip tightens on the steering wheel and she closes her eyes for a moment. She takes in a deep breath and relaxes her grip on the wheel and releases the breath.
"Not anymore." She said quietly. "Please, get some sleep. I'll pull into the nearest motel and wake you up, okay."
She looks so much like how she did when she would take care of us when we were younger. The camps really didn't do much when you got injured or sick so she would always steal medical supplies to care for us. She was what kept us together, she was our glue. She looked younger when she did this, but maybe it was my imagination.
"Okay." I answered.
She visibly relaxed at this and looked in the rearview mirror at Zu, who looked to be having a nightmare. She reached one arm back and placed it on her knee and started singing a familiar song. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but I enjoyed nonetheless. She pulled over and just stayed like that but she closed her eyes, she wasn't asleep. I closed my eyes and allowed my self to get lulled to sleep by her gentle voice.
Hey guys, I'm sorry for the short and crappy chapter, I'll try to make the next one longer with some chubtavia brotp bonding time. But can we talk about Liam's love for Octavia's singing because he absolutely adores it! Also, why do you think that Zu calmed down when Octavia sang/touched her? If you have read the authors note comment Supernatural!
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