Brotherly Bonding
Emery was, for all intents and purposes, very machine-like in her behaviors towards most information she was presented with. It was hard to remember she was a child at times – particularly for her brothers – but the girl did show the occasional traits only found in a child, particularly a little sister. She was not proficient at whining, and she was unbelievably well spoken for a girl of her age, and she generally didn't cling. However, she did have her own strange fascinations with odd toys and like to carry around her security item and invade personal and private space (like rooms) and she had weird issues with processing what some words meant or how they were used.
In general, she was a very very odd little sister. But she also had two very odd elder brothers to match. The eldest was Chad, a komodo dragon boy of about sixteen who happened to be fond of watching everything that was sci-fi but dressing like everything that was fashionable and fabulous. The second was a child by the name of Lucas, a shark child who was generally referred to as “Shark” by not only his “girlfriend” (or whatever Connor was to him) but also by his family and self on most occasions. He was more of the strong silent type and had taken a liking to Emery in that she didn't talk too much and apart from staring constantly, wasn't a bother. Chad, he didn't like her much.
The trouble was that he was a very worldy young man with interests in boys and movies and going out late with friends, doing things and being cool. A tiny little sister who liked to stare with large gold eyes and clutch a weird as hell black book that didn't have any words in it, she was weird and annoying to him. Especially when she'd wake Chad up in the middle of the night going into his room to look out the window. He didn't know how many times he'd been woken up from a pleasant dream about driving down a highway with Brad Pitt when her weird little monotone cut in saying he was being loud and she was trying to watch the sky (how'd she even get in anyway? He ALWAYS locked and bolted the door). And she never seemed to sleep! He couldn't call her a morning person or a night owl because Emery looked the same ALL THE TIME. He sometimes even wondered if she just plugged herself into a wall somewhere.
It would be just his luck that his Mom'd leave him all alone with her on a Saturday when he wanted to be out with friends.
“Don't let her run off randomly.” Marie added as she dressed to go out for the day.
“But mooooooooom, why can't she stay with Lucas or go with you?”
“Because I have to go shopping for some new clothes and I can't try them on and watch her at the same time. And Lucas is out with Connor and her parents today.” Marie said with a roll of her eyes. “Just put on some movies and make sure Emery doesn't wander off somewhere and you'll be fine. I'll even give you that extra gold you were asking about to go with Charlize tomorrow.”
Chad made another grumbly protest but plopped himself on the couch to sort through his stuff to see what he was watching with her. Luckily, soon as his Mom left, he grabbed his personal collection of movies – hey, Mom hadn't said they had to be age appropriate and he'd rather make her cool by watching stuff than put up with something dumb like Barney.
“Okay Kid. Sit your butt down on the couch.” Chad told Emery firmly in his “grownup voice.”
“Why?” Emery asked, carrying her large black tome and a little dinosaur plush Lucas had given her into the living room. The toddler crawled up onto the big couch cushions and stretched out her little legs, bracing her book between herself and the couch and looking up at him with those bland golden eyes.
“Because we're watching a movie. You need to learn about cool stuff. Like Star Trek.” he told her firmly, popping his DVD of the new movie in.
Emery sat there, staring at the movie before eventually making a very odd statement, “I like that boy. He makes sense.” she stated, pointing to the little dark haired Spock on the screen as he very blandly dealt with bullies and then began to beat the crap out of one for insulting his mother.
“Huh? Oh. That's Spock.” he said idly before doing a double take. “Yeah, that's right, you kinda are like a Vulcan aren't you.”
“Vulcan?”
“They're the pointy eared people. They think logic is better than emotion so they don't act on their emotions and stuff. But he's half human so he does.” Chad explained in a knowing manner.
“Is that why he's in trouble?” she asked, watching the TV show boy.
“Yes. He didn't act logically. He acted on emotion cause they insulted his human mother.”
Emery sat with him, watching the rest of the movie and occasionally asking questions. She seemed utterly engaged and towards the end even was attempting the Vulcan hand gesture. “Live long and perspire.” she told her brother as he got up to change the DVDs, holding her fingers out like they needed to be.
Chad snorted, “Prosper, not perspire. Perspiring is sweating. Prospering is doing well.”
“Oh. Well that then.”
“Well okay, whaddya wanna watch next, Sprat?” he asked her with a slightly more fond smile on his face.
“Can we watch that Highlander movie? I like the guy with the beard in the red velvet.”
“Sean Connery?”
“Yeah him.”
Hours later, Marie came home and was surprised to see Chad curled up with Emery on the couch, the credits to The Matrix rolling and the case for his Star Wars DVDs in her hand.
