âDanno!â Jack Fenton boomed, âCome down here!â
âComing!â Danny shouted back, putting the model rocket he was working on down on his desk and walking down the stairs till he was in the living room with the rest of the Fenton family
âWhatâs up, Dad?â Danny asked, Jack looking like an overeager puppyâwell, more so than usual, that is.
âMy brother John is coming over!â Jack grinned, âYouâll like him, a good fella!â
âWe have an Uncle?â Jazz raised an eyebrow, âI didnât know Grandma Janice had a son besides Dad,â
âYour Grandmother had married an English man sometime after your grandfather died, but theyâd gotten divorced, and your Uncle John had gone with his father back to England.â Maddie explained, âHe didnât ever get along with your father much,â
âBut now weâll get the chance to move past our childhood squabbles and become the brothers we shouldâve always been!â Jack grinned, âYouâll love your Uncle Connie!â
âConnie?â Danny asked in confusion, âI thought his name was John?â
âJohn Constantine,â Maddie clarified, âHe took his fatherâs name when your grandmother went back to her previous marriageâs one,â
âWhenâs he going to be here?â Jazz questioned right before the doorbell rang.
Jack sprung up, âThere he is!â
Bounding towards the door, the orange-clad man threw open the front door and wrapped his arms around whoever was there in a large hug.
âJohnny!â Jack exclaimed, âHow are you, buddy?!â
âGet off me!â A British voice yelped, âI canât breathe, ya bloody idiot!â
Jack let go and a blonde man in a trench coat fell to the floor, coughing slightly as he stood up.
âFuckinâ shit,â The man looked rough, greasy blond hair and a stubble of a beard all while smelling of cigarette smoke and faintly of alcohol.
The man glanced at Maddie, âYouâre Maddie, right? Jackâs wife,â
âThatâs me,â Maddie smiled as she held out her hand as he took it to shake.
âJohn Constantine,â He grunted, âThis buffoonâs half brother,â
The man suddenly made eye contact with Danny and his eyes went wide at the same time Danny felt his core shutter.
John cleared his throat, âGuessinâ your Danny?â
Danny nodded, âUh, yeah,â
The two shook hands, both thinking the same thought.
(If anyone would like to continue/write a fic, just credit/@ me so i can read it too!!!!)