Panda Pants 4

AN:// I would like to take this time and say that the rest of these chapters aren't going to be going along with the show's episodes. When I started writing this story was when Colin came out of his coma. So, if my plot changes quite a bit, and doesn't really follow what had happened in the previous season, I'm sorry, it's hard writing fanfics for television shows, which all of you probably already know, because in a weeks span, what you think is going to happen may change drastically.

Andy walked into the house, hearing gunshots, screams, and jazz music coming from the living room. He sat his leather briefcase down in the hallway, before inspecting what was going on. In the living room, Ephram and Gigi were sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn between them, while another girl sat on the floor with papers spread out in front of her. All three too absorbed in the television to notice Andy's entrance.
"What in the world are you watching?" Andy asked, as someone was shot, after speaking in Japanese. Ephram turned his head slightly away from the TV and looked at his dad.
"It's called Cowboy Bebop."
"Why are they speaking Chinese?" Andy asked, eyeing the English subtitles.
"It's Japanese. It's an anime, from Japan." Ephram answered slowly, hoping to make his father sound like an idiot.
"It doesn't come in English?"
"Sure it does," Gigi answered, pressing the pause button on the remote, "reading subtitles is just more fun." Tri looked away from the paused TV to Andy. She stood up, taking care not to step on her papers, and walked over to him.
"Hi, I'm a friend of Gigi's. She asked me to bring some of her stuff over for her. My name is Tri Valentine." She greeted, sticking her hand out to shake Andy's.
"Tri? Is that your real name?"
"No, it's Trinculo, but Tri is easier to say, and doesn't make it obvious that my parents wanted a boy."
"Oh." Andy pretended to know what she was talking about, but was actually getting more confused with every word she said. She turned back to the couch and started picking up all of the papers she had on the floor.
"Everything looks okay Franky. I'll get the payroll done tonight at the store." Stuffing the papers back into her bag, she turned back to Andy. "It was nice meeting you, Doctor Brown. I'll see you tomorrow, Ephram." Andy opened the door for Tri, and closed it behind her.
"How did you get home, Ephram? Your bike isn't outside."
"Tri brought me home. Brent has my bike." He answered, watching the un-paused television again.
"Who's Brent?"
"A friend of Gigi's, Tri's, and Tara's."
"You forgot Trekki." Gigi informed him, taking a handful of popcorn out of the ball.
"Who are Tara and Trekki?" Andy asked, his brain trying to comprehend all of the names.
"They're friends of Gigi's too. I don't know Trekki's real name." Ephram told his dad, still not looking at him.
"Not many people do." Gigi said, quite pleased that the conversation was perplexing Andy.
"I think I need some aspirin." Andy announced, rubbing his temples with his index and middle fingers.
"Don't worry, Mr. Brown that happens quite a lot around us." Gigi called after him, as he climbed the stairs to the bathroom. After his dad was out of earshot, Ephram whispered to Gigi. "That was the most hilarious thing that's happened in this house."
"Glad to help." She whispered back, throwing a piece of popcorn at his head.

Gigi hobbled into the kitchen on her crutches, slowly. Leaning against the counter, she looked around. Ephram had half of his body in the refrigerator, while Delia was sitting at the counter doing her homework. Ephram emerged with his arms full of vegetables.
"You cook?" Gigi asked looking at him, impressed.
"Yes I do. You wouldn't want to eat my dad's cooking. It's pretty awful, and usually black and crispy. He's one of those people whose specialty is Blackened Chicken." Ephram placed the vegetables in the sink, before helping Gigi get on one of the stools, with her blow up tube.
"And what's your specialty?"
"Take-out." Ephram answered, mockingly. "Actually, I can cook pretty much anything I have a recipe for. It's not that hard to follow directions."
"So, what are you making?" Gigi asked, eyeing the vegetables and Ephram. Ephram looked at the vegetables too. There were three different kinds of peppers, tomatoes, and unions.
"Do you like chicken fajitas?"
"I love Mexican food. Anything you want help with?" Gigi smiled at Ephram.
"Yeah, you can cut the chicken into strips." He went back to the refrigerator, and pulled a package of chicken breasts out of the meat drawer. He handed that to Gigi.
"Can you be trusted knife?" He asked, slightly grinning.
"Sure I can, unless you get on my nerves. Kidding!" Gigi opened the package of chicken, before Ephram handed her a knife.
"Wait, you have to wash your hands first."
"Don't you like germs?"
"I do, just not yours." Ephram smirked. "You're not the only one that can kid." Ephram handed her a bottle of No-Water, antibacterial soap, before washing the peppers.
"Is there anything I can do?" Delia asked, clearing her homework off the counter.
"Set the table?" Ephram asked, pulling four plates out of the cabinet. Delia took the plates, and went into the dining room with them.
"Where did your dad go anyway?"
"I don't know. I think back to his office. Usually he brings Delia home, and leaves again. You would think with him having a patient here, it would be different."
"You still don't want me here, do you?"
"Actually, I don't really know anymore. You aren't as bad as I thought you'd be."
"Aw, I'm flattered. Don't worry, I thought you were going to be more of a pain in the butt than I already have." Gigi said, making a joke out of her tailbone. Ephram just smiled and shook his head.
"You have one strange sense of humor."
"Why thank you." Ephram guffawed. He started cutting the peppers, laughing every now and then when he looked up at Gigi and saw her still smiling.

Andy walked into the house, his senses immediately overcome by the smell of peppers, the sound of laughter, and the sight of a set table.
"You kids have been busy." He said, amazed. He lifted the cover off the skillet and smelled the chicken and peppers. "What are you making?"
"Chicken fajitas. The tortillas are in the microwave, the cheese is in the bowl in the fridge, and all that still needs to be done is putting everything on the table." Ephram said stirring the chicken around to make sure it didn't stick to the bottom of the pan. Turning off the stove, he carefully spooned the chicken and peppers into a large bowl. The microwave beeped, signaling the tortillas were all heated up. "Delia, can you get the cheese and salsa out? Then we can eat." He sat the bowl on the table, before pulling a chair out for Gigi. Andy sat down, gleefully.
"I'm very proud of you Ephram, taking responsibility and charge, with no fight or fuss." Ephram turned away from his father, avoiding his approving glance. It's a very strange thing to accept, from a father, who has forever been distant and disapproving, to suddenly accept, approve, and enjoy something you've done. Especially after what has happened to this family, and town. It's hard to understand why everything suddenly happens at once, but you have to take the good with the bad, or there would be no relief.