AC/DC One Shots

Inseparable (Young brothers)

"Will! Where's Angus!?" Margarete called through the house. William, who had just gotten home from work, was standing in the bathroom washing his hands.

"I don't know. Shouldn't you take care of him?"

"I can't do anything! George needs help with homework! The budget must be thrown! I have to cook! I have to clean!" The adults argued. Malcolm stood on the stairs and watched his parents argue. He realized that it was somehow about Angus. His four month old brother. His father screamed a little louder and he winced. He was afraid of him. Quick! He thought. He ran into his room and got two pillows and a blanket. He also put a few coins in his pants pocket. Then he quickly went to his brother's room, where Baby Angus was lying in his crib, playing with the hangers that hung over his bed. He sucked on his pacifier and looked at his big brother with big eyes.

"Hey Ang." The 2 year old whispered and ran his thumb over Angus' cheek. "We're going to make a trip. What do you think about? Just the two of us?" Angus cooed. Malcolm smiled and carefully lifted his little brother out of the baby bed. Malcolm held him as he had seen his parents do. Angus snuggled against his brother's chest. Malcolm giggled and walked into the garage with the blankets and Angus through the back door. There he carefully laid his little brother on the floor and stacked the pillows in a handcart. He put Angus in it and covered him with the blanket. Angus smiled at him. Malcolm stroked the few curls that were on Angus' head. He took the wagon and drove out of the garage.

They crossed the street and Malcolm already knew exactly where he was going. However, the distance was very long. Halfway through, Malcolm's legs hurt, but he knew he had to keep going. Angus gurgled behind him. Malcolm turned around and saw that his brother didn't like something.

"What's the matter Ang?" The little one looked at him with watery eyes. "Hey, no. Don't cry." Malcolm said, stopping to stroke his brother. "What's wrong?" Ang's stomach gurgled. "I see. You're hungry." Malcolm grinned and stroked Ang's stomach. "Okay, let's get something to eat then." Malcolm turned down a side street and came to a small shop. He left the wagon in front of the shop and picked up his brother. Then he went in and made his way to the milk counter, where he bought a bottle of warm milk and then got another cheese roll.

"What are you doing here, Malcolm?" Asked the shopkeeper. Malcolm hid Angus behind him so she wouldn't see him.

"I make a trip."

"Have fun then." Malcolm nodded, smiled and went back to his handcart, where he put Angus back in and put the bottle of milk and the bag with the bread next to him. Angus picked up the bottle and held it to him as it was warm.

"Are you cold, Ang?" Malcolm asked with a giggle and took off his jacket, which he wrapped around his brother. Angus gurgled and clapped his hands. "Better? Well then it fits. Let's go a little longer and then you get some food." Malcolm took the handle of the drawbar in his hand and pulled the cart on. After half an hour, he stopped at a bench and sat down exhausted. Then he sat his little brother on his lap and unscrewed the glass bottle. He put the bottle carefully to his brother's lips.

"I don't have a real bottle for you Ang." Malcolm said regretfully and tried to spill as little as possible. Angus wanted to suckle, only that didn't work with the bottle. Malcolm took a sip too, and when Angus saw it on him, he did it. He put his little fingers around his brother's hands and wanted to hold the bottle by himself, but Malcolm wouldn't let him because it was too heavy. When Angus took small sips, he stopped drinking. Malcolm screwed the bottle back on and put it back in the car. Then he unpacked the roll and ate it. Angus wanted it too, as he held out his hands for it. Malcolm grinned and formed balls from the soft interior that he gave Angus. The little one was more likely to suck on it.