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Little Tally Drabble 2.  Tally Tipping Tables Pt.1

School is rough right now, so I may have hastily written this first part up to take my feelings out on poor Tally. Sorry buddy.

This will get one more part.

1400+ words


Matt/Tal 

Mentions of Matt/Marisha/Tal

Discipline/Comfort 

Matt is enjoying the evening, having a drink with everyone. Sam has invited everyone over to his place, wanting everyone to just get together without the fear of character death or dice. So everyone has gathered at Sam’s wandering his house and his back yard, comfortable to chat and snack. Ashley and Brian were even here tonight, but Marisha had left the state this morning. Matt and Tal missed her a little, but mostly planned to have a fun boy’s weekend.

At the moment Matt is chatting with Laura, with Sam and Liam talking with Ashley. He can see them sharing photo’s of Brian from when she was gone and had left him in their care. It’s pretty calm, there is some over playing music, the back doors are open wide into the lit back yard where the three other boys can be heard.

Their peaceful chat is ruined by a horrid crash. There is the sound of shattered glass and a crash of metal, punctuated by a series of shouts outside. It’s the beat of total silence after wards that has everyone on their feet and rushing outside, calling for their respective boy.

The adults find the three boy’s clustered around one wrecked table, With Taliesin laying on his back in the middle of the mess. Matt looks down at Tal, the boy staring back up at him like a deer in the head lights. The fact that he wasn’t actively complaining about pain, and the very nervous look he has tells Matt everything he needs to know.

“What. Happened.” Matt comes over to Taliesin now, careful of the broken glass of the shattered table top as he takes the boy’s hand and helps him to his feet. He takes a good look of the scene for a moment, seeing the other boy’s have the same wide eyed lost look. Brian is slowly creeping away, hands at his chest. Travis is holding a pool net over his head, frozen in a position as he looks around. Matt can see now that there is a backpack half hanging off the protective roof of the porch and Travis had been trying to get it down, judging by this table that had been moved, there had been a group effort.

Taking Tal’s hand he carefully helps the boy onto his feet and pulls him out of the glass. Matt dusts the seat of Tally’s shorts off with some extra force than necessary. “Are you going to tell me why you were standing on that table little boy?” Matt drops his voice lower.

Brian has been surrounded by Sam, Liam and Ashley. Travis is now clutching the pool net to his chest, staring down at Laura with wide eyes, frantically shaking his head no.

Tally squirms under Matt’s hands, whining softly. “Da…daddy,” He whispers. “My side hurts.” He pouts.

“Did you fall on your side?”

“Yes.” Tall ducks his head. “My arm hurts.”

Matt quickly unzips the boy’s hoodie and pulls it off. He looks him over, seeing no blood, or scratches. No glass reached his boy’s skin. But there is some redness he is sure will turn into a nasty bruise. “Do your bones hurt?”

“Nooo.”

“You’re fine. Stay.” He gives Taliesin a stern look and turns away, going over to Travis he takes the pool net from him. It takes Matt only a moment to hook the back pack with the end of the pole and it falls down to the patio. Picking it up, Matt holds the bag out. “Who threw his bag on the roof?”

It goes quiet again. The adults are watching their boy’s. The little’s just stare between one another in silence.

“If someone doesn’t fess up quick, you’re all getting your back sides whipped.” Liam snaps.

“Oh that’s already done.” Laura glares at Travis.

“I’d say so.” Matt nods, slinging the backpack of his shoulder. “Taliesin. Come on, we’re going home.”

The boy shuffles up to Matt, whining when his daddy grabs his arm and starts to march him back inside and to the front door. “You’ve got the whole ride home to tell me what happened.”

“Daaaddy,” Taliesin whines, tugging. “Ow. My arm hurt. Let go. Ow!”

Matt let’s go and swats him. “In the car.”

Tal sniffles softly as he climbs into the passenger seat. When Matt gets in and tosses his bag in the back seat, Tall whine. “Noo! I want me bag!”

“Taliesin, hush.”

“I want my kitty,” The little boy whimpers, “My head huuurts.”

“It’s a short ride, you will be fine. You need to tell me what happened.” Matt starts up the car and points them home.

“Nothing happened.” Tal mumbles.

“Do not fib to me. You are already in trouble.”

“Nooo. I can’t. I already hurt.”

“That is your fault for doing something dumb. It’s my job to make sure you’ve learned your lesson.”

Taliesin groans and turns away, curling up against the door.

“Don’t pout.” Matt shakes his head.

“I’m not pouting. It hurts.” Taliesin speaks short, biting at his words. He is sounding much more like a pissed adult then he was a little boy.

Matt wasn’t having it. He wouldn’t let Taliesin escape what needed to be done by being big. “You can have some medicine when we get home, young man.”

Taliesin stays quiet now. His head does hurt. It wasn’t a fib.

“Are you gonna tell daddy what happened?” Matt asks as they get onto the free way and move towards his home.

“We were trying to get my backpack. You know that. Don’t be dumb.” Taliesin crosses his arms against his chest.

“You better drop that attitude.” Matt warns, voice hard.

Taliesin turn away from Matt with a grunt.

“Don’t ignore me. Tell me what happened.” Matt reaches over, trying to snag one of Tal’s hands.

“No! Shut up, just shut up.” Taliesin pulls himself away.

“You’ve done it now little boy.” Matt grips the wheel.

“Did what? You were already gonna punish me. This is just stupid.”

“Oh things can get worse for you. They rapidly are if you want to be brat.”

“I am not being a brat,” Taliesin bares his teeth. He was angry. This isn’t fair. He is hurt. He fell. He got hurt. He was basically in trouble for falling.

“I should have spanked you at Sam’s house if you’re just going to have a tantrum now.” Matt says as  pulls off the highway and into his neighborhood. Matt usually likes to remove Taliesin from the situation before punishing him. Marisha is always the one to act quickly and deal with things immediately. He misses mama a lot right now. Tally’s tantrum’s were few and far between. He doesn’t act out much. Doesn’t defy or break rules or argue. Tally liked to please and be praised.

But oooh. When Taliesin Jaffe dug his heels in on something he believed, it was a test of wills. But Matt knew he would win, just not what it would take.

Taliesin is now realizing how close to home he is and his gut drops. Oh god. Matt was gonna blister him he knew it. A rush of indigent anger swells in Tal’s chest as his head pounds. “You don’t have any reason to punish me.”

“You were standing on top of that glass table top, weren’t you?”

Taliesin tries to speak rationally and explain things to Matt. “Yes. But my backpack was stuck.”

“If you couldn’t reach it you should have gotten me or Sam. You could have gotten seriously hurt and now you’ve broken Sam’s table and gotten hurt.” Matt rolls carefully over a speed bump.

Tal squirms little bit as he can see their porch light. Matt isn’t budging, just repeating his schpeel about rules. Refusing to talk thing out like adults. “You can’t da..da…No! No no no nononononoo!” Taliesin’s head is pounding now and he’s frantic to pull himself out of the hole he knows he has dug. But he doesn’t know how and the headache swells as a dampness gathers in the corner’s of his eyes.

Matt sets his jaw as he pulls into the drive way. He takes the key out of the car, going around quickly he pulls the passenger side open. He holds his hands out, a welcome gesture to help Tal out, even hold and hug him if need be.

Taliesin is gripping the edges of his seat. If he sits here Matt can’t punish him.

Matt holds in a heavy sigh as he drops his hands. He speaks low and calm. Yelling never did any good. “One. Two. Th-.” CLICK. Taliesin undoes his seat belt and gets to his feet, which he stares at, anger and shame on his face.

“Good. Now, go wait in the corner in the bed room. I will come deal with you in a minute.” Matt orders, pressing the keys into Taliesin’s hand.

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