Author's Note: All characters over eighteen.
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Cade rolled his eyes when he heard the loud snap of a tree branch and the subsequent, "Fuck!" that accompanied it. He sighed and put his laptop carefully aside before investigating.
Anya lay groaning on her back under a tree. Cade crouched beside her. She didn't seem dead or dying, so that was a good sign.
"What'd you do this time?" he asked.
Anya moaned again, deliberately pitiful about it, but Cade had far too much experience with his little sister and her antics to be taken in by her.
"Fell out of the tree," she said.
"Yes, I thought you might have. Tried to climb the wrong branch?"
"It should have held. I've been using it lots. I can get to the roof from there. Or... I always could before."
"Uh huh. Got careless, didn't you?"
"Ugh. No chastising. I broke my wrist I think."
"I doubt it somehow."
"Since when are you a doctor?"
Cade stood up again and examined the tree Anya had fallen out of. "Not a doctor. I just know you'd be whining way harder if you'd actually broken anything."
"Well it hurts!" Anya insisted.
"I'm sure it does. Do we need to hit the hospital?"
"... yes."
"Fine. Do you need me to carry you?"
"Mmhm!"
"Trick question. Not happening. On your feet."
Anya pouted. "So mean. And I thought I was your favourite sister and all."
"You are. Doesn't mean I'm going to encourage your constant attempts at injuring yourself."
"It's not a cry for help, dummy. I just like climbing."
"I know." Cade held up two fingers. "Second sign you didn't actually break anything, you're not too in pain to be lippy."
"Just wait 'til you break your arm. Then see how funny you think it is."
"Anya, dearest sister, I will bet you that it's not broken. Loser has to make supper."
"How am I s'posed to-"
"You'll win, right? Because your wrist is definitely broken?"
"... fine. You're on."
****
"Funny thing, isn't it?" Cade said. "Is that the doctor-"
"Shut up."
"-said the same thing I did."
"Blurgh," Anya said, gazing sulkily out her window.
"Not broken. Funny about that."
"You're the worst."
"I rescued you, didn't I?"
"You deigned to drive me to the hospital. No brother of the year awards for that."
Cade grinned wide. "You own me supper, anyway."
"I'm injured. It's not broken, but I'm still injured."
"Better think of something you can make one-handed, I guess."
"Ugh! Can we just stop somewhere and I'll get us take out?"
"That wasn't the bet."
Anya turned in her seat. "I just have to make supper. Buying it counts."
"There's no 'making' involved in just buying it."
"That's just a word."
"Yes. And the point of words is to communicate information."
"Nerd."
"So I've heard, yes."
"Look, there's a good restaurant. Just stop there."
"No."
"Stop the car, or I'll jump out anyway."
Cade sighed. "You know, anyone else I'd call their bluff. But you're just self-destructive enough to-"
"I'm not! I'm just injured and cranky."
"Are the pain meds not helping?"
"They are. I think maybe I need another one."
"No you don't. You're not to abuse those."
"Ok, little mister nosey. For your info I can take two every four hours, and I only started with one, so maybe I shoulda taken two, how 'bout that?"
Cade nodded sagely. "In that case you'd best take a second."
"Are you gonna pull over?"
"We missed the place you wanted already."
"There's another good one ahead." Anya struggled with her pill bottle for a second, popped it open, then downed another pill. "Ooh, or hit a grocery store. We could make stupid-big-good sundaes later. With all the chocolate and syrup and bad stuff."
"Boy, those kick in fast."
"You're gonna insist on being a shit about this, aren't you?"
Cade considered. "Kinda seems that way, yeah."
****
Anya struggled with prepping food that evening. Part of it was just for show, mind you. Not that Cade fell for many of her tricks these days. She missed when they'd been younger and he'd been more of a sucker.
She missed when they'd been younger for other reasons too. It hadn't been just the two of them then. But that was a whole other thing.
The pain pills helped quite a bit. Her wrist hardly even bothered her, though it was awkward to use her hand at all and she did her best to do everything one-handed where possible. She also felt pretty happy and a tad light-headed from the meds, which she wasn't sure was a good thing, but she'd at least enjoy the feeling as long as it was there anyway.
"Need any help?" Cade asked.
"Ha, what happened to getting poor Cinderella to make your food and-"
"Poor Cinderella's been playing the pity card awfully hard today."
"... well we made a bet and all. Technically I gotta do this."
"Mmhm," Cade agreed. "That's true. Can I help anyway?"
"Why?"
"'Cause I love you, doofus. And I know you're acting pitiful on purpose, but that doesn't mean it doesn't still work."
Anya flushed and kept her face away from Cade for a moment so he wouldn't see. "You can do the hamburger," she said more quietly. "I'm having a hard time keeping the frying pan in line without burning myself."
"Good choice. What are we having?"
"Nachos."
"Loaded up with all the good stuff?"
"Hell yeah. Who do you think you're talking to?"
"Just checking."
Anya busied herself cutting up more veggies and stuff. She was still reasonably able to handle that without too much trouble. Having Cade deal with browning the hamburger made a big difference. She hadn't thought he'd cave today, but she was glad he did.
****
Cade and Anya ate their nachos on the couch together. It was a somewhat messy affair, as well-loaded nachos tended to be. Cade had to help Anya a couple times to not make a total disaster. Her limited dexterity was a bit of a factor still.
"Mmm," Anya said, rubbing her tummy after. "That was good. Even worth you tricking me into cooking."
"Yeah. Tricking. That's what happened."
"Glad we're agreed," Anya said, deliberately not engaging with Cade's sarcasm.
"Are you not even gonna eat your ice cream with all kinds of junk on it? We specifically got everything you wanted."
"Ugh. You think I can do that now? That was hungry me talking. I'm very much full now."
Anya laid her head on Cade's shoulder as she shifted position and curled up next to him. He was still picking at the last of the nachos on his plate, but he put it aside as Anya was getting comfy.
She seemed much more docile now. Sleepy, even. She was kind of cute at times, for being a sister and all. This was one of those times, snuggled up calm and comfy, eyes heavily lidded, looking like she might just fall asleep at any moment.
"I got therapy tomorrow," Anya said, belying her otherwise comatose appearance.
"Mmhm. That's true."
"She's probably gonna ask about my wrist."
"Well it is fresh and all."
"It wasn't on purpose or anything."
Cade shrugged softly. "Don't have to tell me. I was there."
"Just sayin'. She thinks I'm... I don't even know. I don't think she likes me."
"I really don't think that's true. Even if she doesn't, she's gotta be professional, right?"
"Feels pretty personal sometimes."
"Yeah, well, it's all personal stuff."
Anya sighed. "I guess." She squirmed to get more comfortable. "How's yours going?"
"Got a session in... two days? I think?"
"Not what I asked. How's it going?"
"Fine."
"Ugh. Whatever. Don't tell me then."
Cade sighed an ran a hand through his hair. "It's fine. Really. Just... I still have trouble talking about some stuff."
"Well sure. So do I. That's part of the point, isn't it?"
"I guess."
"Mom and Dad?"
Cade nodded. "Yeah. Mostly them."
"Same."
They were silent for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts.
"Is that anything to do with why you're always climbing stuff?" Cade asked softly.
"I like climbing stuff. That's all. That climbing gym I liked is still closed. What else am I s'posed to do?"
"I dunno. Just asking.
Anya curled up tighter against Cade. "Makes me feel good for a while, is all. Some things do."
"I get ya."
****
What Anya wouldn't say was that Cade was another thing that made her feel good. Not always. Sometimes he was a pain in the ass. But sometimes she was too, so it all kind of evened out.
It was hard to imagine not having him in her life. What she'd do. She didn't even want to think about it.
Besides, she was stuffed, and all happy-sleepy. So what was the point in getting existential now?
Anya liked the thrill and danger of climbing higher and higher. Trees, walls, their house. Whatever. Often any danger was an illusion as much as anything. A feeling she could bring herself when she felt like it. Though as today had proven, it wasn't always just imaginary.