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IT'S BETTER THAN THE WENTZ BAR. Okay, not really.
I am a bad frond, because I'm only just now posting to wish my lovely ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wordsalone a very, VERY happy birthday. ♥
Alas, I don't have the fic I was planning for you, so to make up for it, here's 1300 words of a different fic that may or may not ever get finished. I can't remember if you've seen this, so if you have, um...surprise?
The Time Jon Got Turned Into a Five-Year-Old
They don't know how it happens, or why. During a day off in England, Brendon and Jon decide to head up to Stonehenge and check out all "the mystical stuff," while Ryan and Spencer stay behind to bum around London.
Then that afternoon, Brendon shows up at the hotel holding the hand of very scared-looking five-year-old, one who looks a lot like the kid who played Little Jon from the "That Green Gentleman" video, only...a lot more like Jon.
"Where's Jon?" Spencer asks, squinting at the kid.
Said kid's eyes go very, very wide, and his lip starts to tremble.
"Um." Brendon drops to his knees and holds both hands up in front of the kid. "Hey, hey, it's okay, all right? Don't cry, we'll figure this out."
"Brendon." Ryan puts just a touch of a question mark at the end of Brendon's name, like he does when he's suspected Brendon's done something horribly wrong. "What's going on? Where'd the kid come from?"
Brendon is the middle of hugging the little boy, who is clinging for dear life to Brendon's shirt. He looks up at Ryan from over the kid's shoulder. "It's a funny story, really - "
"Where's Jon?" Spencer repeats, and he knows whatever's going to come out of Brendon's mouth next isn't going to be good.
"If you'd just let me give you some context - "
"Tell us. Right now."
Brendon sighs, then turns the boy around so he's facing both Ryan and Spencer. "This is Jon. Uh, Jon at five. At least, I'm pretty sure he's five."
Spencer blinks at the kid. "You have got to be shitting me."
Jon-at-five starts to cry.
~
Brendon tries to explain what happened, but it makes absolutely no sense: something about a gypsy and sacred ruins and a bright flash of light.
"But. You're fine," Ryan says slowly, looking down at Jon like he's about to back away slowly.
"Yeah, because I didn't follow Jon into the ruins. Dude, I saw Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, don't think I'm not slightly freaked out by scary-ass ruins."
Jon's sitting on the couch in the lounge with his knees pulled up to his chest, watching all three of them with a mixture of awe and fear.
"So," Spencer drawls, walking around the couch and sitting down carefully at one end. He doesn't touch Jon at all, mostly because he's afraid it'll send Jon into another bout of tears again. "We're just supposed to wait until he, uh. Grows back up again?" Just saying the words out loud makes him feel slightly crazy. Jon's staring at him with huge, impossibly wide brown eyes framed with delicate little lashes. Spencer keeps waiting for him to blink.
"The gypsy said the 'spell' or whatever the hell it is only lasts a few weeks. He should be back to his normal age...eventually."
"In the meantime, we have no bassist," Ryan sighs, and he doesn't sound nearly as stressed out about this whole thing as Spencer expected. Or maybe Spencer's freaking out enough for the both of them (seriously, Jon won't blink). "And I am not going to be the one to break the news to Zack."
Spencer leans in closer to Jon and narrows his eyes, trying to reconcile the fact that the bassist of his band and one of his best friends is actually a toddler sitting on his couch. "Do you remember us?" he asks carefully, and he really has no idea why he's suddenly whispering.
Brendon sighs. "He only has the memories he had at five. According to crazy gypsy lady - " He waves his hand a little as he rolls his eyes, as if the proof of her crazy isn't staring them all in the face. " - He'll get his memories back as he ages. So he won't actually remember us for a while."
Jon flinches when Spencer huffs in frustration.
"No, no, don't - " Spencer frowns and reaches a hand out, barely touching Jon's tiny little bare foot. "I'm Spencer. Remember?"
Jon chews at his lower lip and shakes his head slowly.
"Spencer, your drummer. And that's Ryan and Brendon." He points in their general direction, and Jon's wide eyes track his hand movements. "Do you remember them?"
He shakes his head again. But then he very, very tentatively unfolds his legs and sits up on his knees, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt.
"Spencer?" he says in a tiny little voice, and his lisp completely takes over, making it come out Sthpenther.
Spencer feels his cheeks go pink, and his heart does a weird clingy thing in his chest. Okay, so that's possibly the most adorable thing ever, but he's not going to admit it out loud to a soul. They need to be worrying about how the hell they're going to play shows while Jon's...in his condition. "I'll go talk to Zack," he sighs, getting up from the couch, only Jon grabs his hand.
"Don't go," he whispers, and looks past Spencer to Ryan and Brendon. "Stay here. Please?"
It hits Spencer that this Jon not only has no idea who they are, but also no clue as to where he is, or why he's even on a bus with guitars laying everywhere and a box of stale Corn Pops on the floor and a pair of Brendon's socks stuffed into the couch cushions. No wonder he's terrified.
"Of course we will, little buddy." Brendon throws himself on the couch and wraps Jon up in his arms, hugging him tightly. "We're not going anywhere, trust me."
Jon closes his eyes and curls into Brendon's chest. "Okay." He sounds a little less afraid.
Spencer looks over his shoulder at Ryan, who is still watching the entire thing with a vague look of disdain and horror. "You wanna go explain things?"
"Yeah, I think that's probably best." Ryan can't get off the bus fast enough.
~
Brendon is way too excited about breaking out his Disney DVD collection; it's not the entire collection, of course, but he always at least takes ten or twelve of them on tour just to have them handy.
"So what do you feel like?" he asks Jon, spreading the DVDs out on the floor of the bus.
Jon's eyes flare when he sees Aladdin. He bites his lip and points silently to the case, and Brendon laughs. "Even though Jafar's pretty scary?"
Now he's just being devious - Jon's mentioned more than once that Jafar freaked him out as a kid.
Jon sniffs and pouts his lower lip out. "He's not scary," he says, and Spencer really, really wishes the petulant tone in his voice wasn't so utterly adorable.
Brendon gets the movie started and picks Jon up to set him in his lap on the couch. But Jon eventually wiggles free and climbs over Brendon's legs and across the couch to Spencer, where he curls up in his lap instead, tucking his head up under Spencer's chin.
"You're squishier than Brendon," he mumbles, and Spencer wants to feel indignation, only. It's hard to feel indignation when you've got a warm, soft little body curled up against your chest. He does, however, hear Brendon snort from his side of the couch.
Jon's hair smells like baby powder, which is weird. Spencer knows he uses apple-scented shampoo, and regression wouldn't made his hair smell differently, right? But then again, Jon smells different all over, like...like a toddler smells. Spencer vaguely remembers his sisters smelling like baby shampoo and vanilla when they were this age.
He's too busy mulling over the difference between normal!Jon's scent and baby!Jon's scent to notice the way Jon starts tensing up at the scenes with Jafar, hiding his face in Spencer's shirt and making anxious little snuffling noises.
Spencer blinks down at him, and without thinking, wraps his arms around him tentatively, stroking a hand gently down Jon's arm.
"It's not real, okay?" he whispers against the top of Jon's head, soft, baby-fine hair brushing against his lips.
Jon nods against Spencer's shirt, but doesn't look back at the screen.
[tbc...hopefully]
wordsalone a very, VERY happy birthday. ♥Alas, I don't have the fic I was planning for you, so to make up for it, here's 1300 words of a different fic that may or may not ever get finished. I can't remember if you've seen this, so if you have, um...surprise?
The Time Jon Got Turned Into a Five-Year-Old
They don't know how it happens, or why. During a day off in England, Brendon and Jon decide to head up to Stonehenge and check out all "the mystical stuff," while Ryan and Spencer stay behind to bum around London.
Then that afternoon, Brendon shows up at the hotel holding the hand of very scared-looking five-year-old, one who looks a lot like the kid who played Little Jon from the "That Green Gentleman" video, only...a lot more like Jon.
"Where's Jon?" Spencer asks, squinting at the kid.
Said kid's eyes go very, very wide, and his lip starts to tremble.
"Um." Brendon drops to his knees and holds both hands up in front of the kid. "Hey, hey, it's okay, all right? Don't cry, we'll figure this out."
"Brendon." Ryan puts just a touch of a question mark at the end of Brendon's name, like he does when he's suspected Brendon's done something horribly wrong. "What's going on? Where'd the kid come from?"
Brendon is the middle of hugging the little boy, who is clinging for dear life to Brendon's shirt. He looks up at Ryan from over the kid's shoulder. "It's a funny story, really - "
"Where's Jon?" Spencer repeats, and he knows whatever's going to come out of Brendon's mouth next isn't going to be good.
"If you'd just let me give you some context - "
"Tell us. Right now."
Brendon sighs, then turns the boy around so he's facing both Ryan and Spencer. "This is Jon. Uh, Jon at five. At least, I'm pretty sure he's five."
Spencer blinks at the kid. "You have got to be shitting me."
Jon-at-five starts to cry.
~
Brendon tries to explain what happened, but it makes absolutely no sense: something about a gypsy and sacred ruins and a bright flash of light.
"But. You're fine," Ryan says slowly, looking down at Jon like he's about to back away slowly.
"Yeah, because I didn't follow Jon into the ruins. Dude, I saw Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, don't think I'm not slightly freaked out by scary-ass ruins."
Jon's sitting on the couch in the lounge with his knees pulled up to his chest, watching all three of them with a mixture of awe and fear.
"So," Spencer drawls, walking around the couch and sitting down carefully at one end. He doesn't touch Jon at all, mostly because he's afraid it'll send Jon into another bout of tears again. "We're just supposed to wait until he, uh. Grows back up again?" Just saying the words out loud makes him feel slightly crazy. Jon's staring at him with huge, impossibly wide brown eyes framed with delicate little lashes. Spencer keeps waiting for him to blink.
"The gypsy said the 'spell' or whatever the hell it is only lasts a few weeks. He should be back to his normal age...eventually."
"In the meantime, we have no bassist," Ryan sighs, and he doesn't sound nearly as stressed out about this whole thing as Spencer expected. Or maybe Spencer's freaking out enough for the both of them (seriously, Jon won't blink). "And I am not going to be the one to break the news to Zack."
Spencer leans in closer to Jon and narrows his eyes, trying to reconcile the fact that the bassist of his band and one of his best friends is actually a toddler sitting on his couch. "Do you remember us?" he asks carefully, and he really has no idea why he's suddenly whispering.
Brendon sighs. "He only has the memories he had at five. According to crazy gypsy lady - " He waves his hand a little as he rolls his eyes, as if the proof of her crazy isn't staring them all in the face. " - He'll get his memories back as he ages. So he won't actually remember us for a while."
Jon flinches when Spencer huffs in frustration.
"No, no, don't - " Spencer frowns and reaches a hand out, barely touching Jon's tiny little bare foot. "I'm Spencer. Remember?"
Jon chews at his lower lip and shakes his head slowly.
"Spencer, your drummer. And that's Ryan and Brendon." He points in their general direction, and Jon's wide eyes track his hand movements. "Do you remember them?"
He shakes his head again. But then he very, very tentatively unfolds his legs and sits up on his knees, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt.
"Spencer?" he says in a tiny little voice, and his lisp completely takes over, making it come out Sthpenther.
Spencer feels his cheeks go pink, and his heart does a weird clingy thing in his chest. Okay, so that's possibly the most adorable thing ever, but he's not going to admit it out loud to a soul. They need to be worrying about how the hell they're going to play shows while Jon's...in his condition. "I'll go talk to Zack," he sighs, getting up from the couch, only Jon grabs his hand.
"Don't go," he whispers, and looks past Spencer to Ryan and Brendon. "Stay here. Please?"
It hits Spencer that this Jon not only has no idea who they are, but also no clue as to where he is, or why he's even on a bus with guitars laying everywhere and a box of stale Corn Pops on the floor and a pair of Brendon's socks stuffed into the couch cushions. No wonder he's terrified.
"Of course we will, little buddy." Brendon throws himself on the couch and wraps Jon up in his arms, hugging him tightly. "We're not going anywhere, trust me."
Jon closes his eyes and curls into Brendon's chest. "Okay." He sounds a little less afraid.
Spencer looks over his shoulder at Ryan, who is still watching the entire thing with a vague look of disdain and horror. "You wanna go explain things?"
"Yeah, I think that's probably best." Ryan can't get off the bus fast enough.
~
Brendon is way too excited about breaking out his Disney DVD collection; it's not the entire collection, of course, but he always at least takes ten or twelve of them on tour just to have them handy.
"So what do you feel like?" he asks Jon, spreading the DVDs out on the floor of the bus.
Jon's eyes flare when he sees Aladdin. He bites his lip and points silently to the case, and Brendon laughs. "Even though Jafar's pretty scary?"
Now he's just being devious - Jon's mentioned more than once that Jafar freaked him out as a kid.
Jon sniffs and pouts his lower lip out. "He's not scary," he says, and Spencer really, really wishes the petulant tone in his voice wasn't so utterly adorable.
Brendon gets the movie started and picks Jon up to set him in his lap on the couch. But Jon eventually wiggles free and climbs over Brendon's legs and across the couch to Spencer, where he curls up in his lap instead, tucking his head up under Spencer's chin.
"You're squishier than Brendon," he mumbles, and Spencer wants to feel indignation, only. It's hard to feel indignation when you've got a warm, soft little body curled up against your chest. He does, however, hear Brendon snort from his side of the couch.
Jon's hair smells like baby powder, which is weird. Spencer knows he uses apple-scented shampoo, and regression wouldn't made his hair smell differently, right? But then again, Jon smells different all over, like...like a toddler smells. Spencer vaguely remembers his sisters smelling like baby shampoo and vanilla when they were this age.
He's too busy mulling over the difference between normal!Jon's scent and baby!Jon's scent to notice the way Jon starts tensing up at the scenes with Jafar, hiding his face in Spencer's shirt and making anxious little snuffling noises.
Spencer blinks down at him, and without thinking, wraps his arms around him tentatively, stroking a hand gently down Jon's arm.
"It's not real, okay?" he whispers against the top of Jon's head, soft, baby-fine hair brushing against his lips.
Jon nods against Spencer's shirt, but doesn't look back at the screen.
[tbc...hopefully]