Jones family

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== Family History (meta) ==
The ancestors of the three Jones brothers who play such large roles in are story have lived in Australia since shortly after European settlement of the island began, arriving from England as deported convicts. In fact, their father's family (through their beloved grandmother, Nanny) was among the first settlers of the boys' hometown of Port Macquarie, which was founded as a penal colony. 
Family Motto (at least for the Eadys): "Outwit. Outrun. Outlast." 
==Tree==
Holly "Nanny" Jones (nee Eady) has a younger brother named Joey who spends most of his time in various sorts of trouble with the law. Their father is Patrick Eady.
Jackson, Logan, and Derek's parents are Michael Jones (a patent lawyer who schedules /everything (Port Macquarie, 1966)) and Kathleen Grainger (a psychologist and author (Port Macquarie)). They finalized an acrimonious divorce in 2009.
Kathleen's grandparents are Eugene and Linda Grainger.
== The Riker ==
A squeal and a /thud—like a body hitting the floor—and a /bang from Jack's room.
Logan doubles back, pokes his head through the doorway.
Jack, under his toppled chair and curled in a very tight ball in front of his desk.
Logan rolls his eyes. "You tried the Trekkie thing again, ay?"
"Shu' up," squeaks Jack.
"Hope you don't want kids."
"Shut. /Up."
Logan shrugs, moseys toward the kitchen and his second after-school snack.
==Movie Night==
Is it possible for the Jones children to agree on a movie?
JACKSON: No, ‘cause this idiot [shoves the side of Logan’s head] has no taste–
LOGAN: [rolls eyes, makes an obscene gesture]
JACKSON: –Derek an’ I, though, can usually work something out.
DEREK: [nods]
LOGAN: ‘cause you’re both nerds.
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== Doppelganger ==
Date/Timing: ~Nov/Dec 2016
Setting: Along a street a few blocks from Nanny's new house in Randwick, NSW, Australia
Inspiration: Suddenly; Prompts!
Note: Didn't get a good look at Derek's security or the BuenaKai, so, brackets!
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[Cultist 1] hisses and yanks [Cultist 2] into an alley between buildings.
"Whassup, kith?"
""You've made a bit of a mistake,"" drawls a voice.
[Cultist 1] and [Cultist 2] jump, face the stranger.
"Wha—we're just headed to the milk bar for some snacks," ventures [Cultist 2].
Stranger projects 'really, now?'
[Cultist 2] swallows.
"You're following a doppelganger and not the real deal."
"We're not—"
"Fine, you've been walking /exactly the same path as them for seven blocks by chance."
"Hey! That means /you've been following /us!"
"Nooo, I've been following the same person you haven't been."
"B-but—"
"Listen, redshirts," sighs Stranger, "that ain't the Ranger. They're the wrong size, shape, /and age, for starters."
[Cultist 1] and [Cultist 2] ponder—
"We've been following the wrong person," mumbles [Cultist 1], eyes on shoes.
—deflate.
"Now, be good little whackjobs and run on back home and let your 'betters' know they shouldn't bother that kid if they don't want the law to drop on them from a great height."
[Cultist 1] and [Cultist 2] blink.
Stranger rolls their eyes. "Off we ye now. Shoo!"
[Cultist 2] grabs [Cultist 1] by the arm, scrambles out of the alley, and toward the temple.
Stranger's chuckle chases them for a solid block before finally fading away.
==Jar of Dirt==
The cab pulls up outside the Shatterdome, splashing puddle water over Derek’s shoes.
It’s beneath his notice because the door swings open a moment later.
Jackson lurches out, wobbles, takes a moment to center his balance, then smiles and says, “Hey,” softly.
Derek waves, steps closer. “Uh, here’s what you asked for, Jack.”
“Thanks.” Jack pockets the jar and his smile reaches his eyes for the first time Derek’s seen in months—since Jack’s last fight. “C’mere.” He opens his arms.
Derek steps in and hugs him, gingerly at first, harder as he realizes how stable Jack is on his feet. So much better than last time …
“You realize you’re the last Jones brother fighting, yea?”
Derek stiffens, almost pulls away.
“For all the attention we got being pilots, you’re the one who’s gonna be there to end this.” He squeezes Derek tighter. “I’m so proud of you. Logan’s, too, even if the bastard won’t say it.”
Derek snorts into Jackson’s shoulder.
Jackson laughs. It’s rusty, tired, but it’s a laugh, the first in what seems like ages.
“Umm … so why’d you want it? The jar?”
Jackson reclaims an arm to rub the back of his neck. “Well … I—uh, in case we--I don’t get back here, I wanted a li’l bit of home with me.”
“D’you think—”
“We’ll win. Another month and we’ll all be safe again.” The old command steel’s back in his voice.
Derek sags against him, croaks, “Jack, you gotta go or you’re gonna miss your flight.”
“I know, I know.” He sighs. “You keep yerself safe and your Rangers happy. Win the war and come visit us in Pittsburgh.”
“I-I-I’ll try.”
“I know you will.” He kisses Derek’s forehead, whispers, “Love you, Mouse.”
Derek makes a choking noise, nods against Jackson’s shoulder.
Jackson squeezes Derek’s shoulder, folds himself into the cab, closes the door, and the car pulls away and he’s gone.
Derek rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, hauls himself back inside.
==Trip==
Please see "Recruiting Drive"
==Gallery==
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