“Danno!” Jack Fenton boomed, “Come down here!”
“Coming!” 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
“What’s up, Dad?” Danny asked, Jack looking like an overeager puppy—well, more so than usual, that is.
“My brother John is coming over!” Jack grinned, “You’ll like him, a good fella!”
“We have an Uncle?” Jazz raised an eyebrow, “I didn’t know Grandma Janice had a son besides Dad,”
“Your Grandmother had married an English man sometime after your grandfather died, but they’d gotten divorced, and your Uncle John had gone with his father back to England.” Maddie explained, “He didn’t ever get along with your father much,”
“But now we’ll get the chance to move past our childhood squabbles and become the brothers we should’ve always been!” Jack grinned, “You’ll love your Uncle Connie!”
“Connie?” Danny asked in confusion, “I thought his name was John?”
“John Constantine,” Maddie clarified, “He took his father’s name when your grandmother went back to her previous marriage’s one,”
“When’s he going to be here?” Jazz questioned right before the doorbell rang.
Jack sprung up, “There he is!”
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.
“Johnny!” Jack exclaimed, “How are you, buddy?!”
“Get off me!” A British voice yelped, “I can’t breathe, ya bloody idiot!”
Jack let go and a blonde man in a trench coat fell to the floor, coughing slightly as he stood up.
“Fuckin’ shit,” 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, “You’re Maddie, right? Jack’s wife,”
“That’s me,” Maddie smiled as she held out her hand as he took it to shake.
“John Constantine,” He grunted, “This buffoon’s half brother,”
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, “Guessin’ your Danny?”
Danny nodded, “Uh, yeah,”
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!!!!)
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