Camp Counselor
HL100 Challenge #7

Firmly in Clan Denial, here...

Something wasn’t right. And it wasn’t the double sunset.

A boy, looking out over the lake.

"What’s wrong?" Not one of his boys, but it was his turn. Patrol, they called it; it reminded him of his brief stint as a cop.

"My daddy’s dead."

"How long ago?"

"Last year."

"You remember him. I never met my dad."

The boy turned. Dark, sad eyes. "I’m sorry."

"It’s okay. It was a long time ago. I’m Richie. What’s your name?"

"Wesley. Wesley Crusher."

There’s something about this boy, not like me, but something. Something very special.

They walked back to camp.

[fin]

 

100 words – point to Richie.

Considering I was the one who suggested a week of crossovers, it took me forever to come up with a good one. This came to me in the middle of the night, if you can believe it. I don’t remember how old Wesley was supposed to be when Jack Crusher died; if he was too young to remember, let’s just call this a little AU.