Author's Notes – Welp it's done. I hope everyone enjoyed my first Conner fic. And yes that's a Batman and Robin slashy type reference at the end, I'm so lame I know.

Summary – Conner finds a little peace.


Because We're Family



Ow, my head. Pushing myself up carefully, I wince as I see the IV embedded in my left hand. Oh man I can't believe he did it. He pushed me down the stairs. The son of a bitch actually pushed me down a flight of stairs.


Jumping slightly and turning to see my company sitting lazily by the window, I don't know whether to be relieved or not. "Hi."

Laying across the chair and eating what looks like a turkey sandwich, I guess if he's eating dinner I shouldn't worry too much about being in trouble or being hurt too badly. I doubt he'd be snacking if I was actually going to die. "How you feeling?"

"Like I got shoved down a flight of stairs." Voice flat and slightly bitter, I bite my tongue knowing I over stepped a boundary, but I'm in the hospital for crying out loud. How do you think I feel.

Remaining calm though and even cracking a small smile, he gives a nod. "Yeah been there myself a few times. Next time try to tuck into a roll, helps to avoid massive head injuries." Thanks, I'll try to remember that.

"I'll try to keep that in mind." Looking around the room and relieved to see it's just us, I guess I should be grateful for small favors. Though I wonder how he got in here without a major fight with my…oh man. Getting a glimpse of his bruised hand which is now holding a bottle of Sprite, I guess there was a fight after all. "What happened to your hand?"

"Saw your dad." Oh god, I knew that had to be it, but I wish he would have lied. I would have been better if he'd lied, it really would have. "Well technically first I saw Kira as she was the one to call me, sent her home, then I saw your dad."

"Oh my god you didn't kill him and then go buy a sandwich did you?"

"Conner don't be over dramatic." Finishing off the sandwich, he takes a drink of his Sprite, seeming less than concerned about the entire matter. "I bought the sandwich first." Smiling, I really do hope he's kidding, if not maybe I should go ask Hayley to tell me more about his evil Green Ranger days. "I would have brought you one too, but the doctor said not to give you anything for a few more hours. Something about you being a bit nauseous from the pain killers."

"S'okay, not too hungry." I wonder what type of pain killers they have me on, because now that I think about it I'm not hurting all that much. Maybe they'll give me some for when I go home. That'd be good.

"Yeah, well he also says you can go home tomorrow morning." Oh no, no, no, no. Couldn't I at least get a few days in here? "My home." The firm tone brings me out of my self pity fairly quickly.


"You didn't really think I'd let you go back there did you?" Looking slightly disgusted with the idea, he shakes his head. I didn't really think you had a say in the matter. Unless you really did kill dad and than I think it's only a matter of time before someone finds the body.

"But dad'll-"

Cutting me off with a wave of his hand, he has apparently been busy while I've been out. "You're dad will keep his trap shut and hands to himself or else be disemboweled by Mercer's lawyers. And I don't think he's thrown them any raw meat lately so chances are they're just waiting for Merc to toss them someone like him." Sitting up properly now, he fixes me with a rather comforting look. "You're gonna be alright, Conner. I'm not going to let him hurt you again."

"You really want me to come stay with you?" When he nods, looking pretty certain, I can't believe it could be so simple. There is no way he could have, even with Mercer's…well, okay so maybe he could have, but I don't know if I like him making a deal with the devil to save me. "For how long?"

Looking fairly amused by the question he gives a shrug. "Till you want to leave I guess." You shouldn't offer things like that, you may never get rid of me.


Even though I'm pretty sure of the answer, I still feel more then a little comforted by his response. "Cuz we're family." Okay I'm not gonna cry. Nope there is no way I'm gonna cry like some over emotional teenage girl.


Nodding and moving his chair closer to the bed, he runs his good hand through my hair, easing me back down. "Yeah."

"We're one dysfunctional family."

"Yeah, you should check out Bruce Wayne's."

The End