A/N: This week's prompt was: "Make Me."

I've had this plot bunny dancing in my head as of late, so it fit in nicely with the challenge. I'm considering developing it into a full-blown story (once I finish Rebound, of course) so I'd love your thoughts.

"Mr. Seth! Mr. Seth! Pass it to me!"

She watched as he ran down the field, completely in his element as the kids swarmed around him, vying for a chance to kick the soccer ball. With that bright, lopsided grin and easy gait, he passed it to a small girl with thick, ebony braids cascading down her back. Running as hard as her little legs could carry her, she moved it down the length of the field, where metal coffee cans stood in as a makeshift goal.

"Kick it in, Sarah! You got this!"

With a little bump from her toe, the ball rolled into the target with ease.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!" Seth picked up the little girl and lifted her over his head, charging down the field in celebration as she giggled wildly. The other kids chased them.

"Mr. Seth, pick ME up!"

"MY turn!"

"No, me!"

Laughing, he set his charge safely on the ground and then pretended to trip over his feet, sprawling onto the field. The kids clambered on top of him, in what was possibly the cutest dog pile ever.

"Okay, guys. That's all for today."

A resounding "Awwww!" echoed down the field as, one-by-one, the little ones lifted themselves off the human mound and headed home.

She strolled over to where he was now standing, brushing dirt and loose strands of grass off the back of his cut-offs. "That's quite the fan base you've got there."

At the sound of her voice, he turned around, face lighting up with a smile that stretched to the sky. "I know, right? I've always wanted a bunch of groupies. Although, somehow, I envisioned it differently."

"Oh, yeah? How's that?"

"You know, me onstage at Key Arena with my guitar, laser lights, thousands of fans screaming my name."

"Well, clearly this is the next best thing."

"Clearly." His grin stretched even further.

"Can I buy you something to drink?"

"That'd be great."

They walked to the convenience store, making small talk along the way.

"So, how long have you been the rez Ronaldo?"

He chuckled. "We started this program about six months ago. It was a collaboration with the council to give the kids structured time after school, keep them out of trouble."

"That's a great idea. Do you run it by yourself, or do the other guys help out?"

"We all try to rotate out, and we change up the sports as well. Sometimes we play kickball, sometimes basketball. When Paul's in charge, you can count on it being dodge ball. He's got a violent streak."

She burst out laughing. "Why does that not surprise me? And why does Bruce Springsteen's 'Glory Days' suddenly come to mind?"


She touched his arm. "The rez is lucky to have you."

"I've gotten a lot from the people here. The least I can do is give something back."

"Can you stop being so awesome?" she asked, shaking her head.

Once again, that easy grin lit up his face. "Make me."

A/N: Whattaya think?