Author: Executrix
Rating: G
Fandoms: Farscape, Blake's 7, Firefly
"I do NOT have gay hair," he said. "I have cool Peacekeeper hair." Sheesh, he thought. I've already had to say that like ten times and I haven't even unpacked my frelling trunk.
"Clear!" Eddie said, climbing off the stepstool with a sack full of rubber bats and snakes in one hand and a pail of scummy water in the other, now that he'd checked over all the cabin doors for booby traps. The next step was to re-make the bunks to make sure none of the counselors had short-sheeted them or worse.
"Hey, Crazy, didn't your brother used to go here?" asked the ratty looking short kid from Earth with the big ears.
"Yeah," Bialar said.
"And didn't he, you know, win the hand-grenade race and the Turncoat Merit Badge and the He Who Must Not Be Named Non-Memorial Quidditch Cup and the Most Fouls in the Hoopball Game and..."
"Yeah. It's neat having a brother like that." Sometimes, Bialar thought, I wish he'd just disappear. He didn't like being called Crazy, but it was better than Bile, which is what his brother called him.
Outside, they could hear the big kids going for a run: Hack a hole into that boat! Put the gators in the moat! Sound off-three four! Block those ventilation ducts!
Which meant they were safe as far as that went, they couldn't be sneaking up on them when they were yelling cadence calls. But at Camp Minion, it didn't pay to develop a false sense of security.
"Well, I think the three of us should vote Te'Hua'Ka out of camp," Eddie said. "I mean, he's from this planet, so if he can't walk home at least he can hitch a ride on a Transporter or something."
"Jeez, Travis, it's fuzzy-minded liberal thinking like that that leads to getting eaten," Snyder said, and ran off to tell Te'Hua'Ka that Crazy and Travis were out to get him. Then he thought he'd go over to the Nietzscheans bunk, see if Richie Wilkins wanted to hang out. He was philosophically prepared for a rebuff. In which case he'd just tell everybody that Richie's Mom drives like a spazz and was having an affair with the tennis pro at the country club.
"Is he gone?" Eddie asked, looking around.
"Smells better in here, anyway," Bialar said.
Eddie opened his footlocker and took out something wrapped in an old army blanket. "Look!" he whispered. "I brought my Daisy Air Rifle!" He figured that it would come in handy in a place where they took Color War very seriously.
"Didn't your Mom say?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say. I think they teach them at Camp Mom."
"My Mom was never a kid," Bialar said. "Hey, maybe we can sneak into town some night. I heard they have this place there with, like, butterbeer and one-armed bandits and stuff?"
Eddie nodded. "That'd be shiny!" he said.
"Except, I heard, the really big, mean counselor from the Machiavellians bunk is on guard duty at night."
"Well, good," Eddie said. "You mean Cobb? 'Cause, you know what his first name is?"
Bialar shook his head.
"Jayne! He has a girl name!" and the two boys fell about laughing for a while. Then Eddie grew serious. "Y'know, I bet if we told him that we know, and promised not to tell anybody, he might, kinda, have our back."