A/N: So I'm totally not copying usedusername, I promise. (Srsly) However, I did have at least two incomplete little things I'd written on a whim that I figured shouldn't be allowed to just die, so I decided a nice collection was in order. The fact that usedusername did it first was... coincidental. (coughsrslycough) Lol Really, it was.

Anyway, all of these drabble things will most likely be extremely short, and I'm not promising I'll ever update this. All of the drabbles will most likely be Reese/Malcolm in some form or another, so if you don't like, go away. I don't put up with flames. Oh, AND, I am giving permission to anyone who might want to steal and expand on any of these, if they so wish. All I ask is to be given credit for the original idea.

Drabble Number One Rating: K (Overall fic rating is M because I can't see into the future)

Moods and Rages

Malcolm categorized Reese's moods in two ways: Inward and outward. Inward rages had to do with things that pertained to Reese himself—often times these involved emotions that Reese couldn't understand or had trouble dealing with. His current rage, though, was more of an outward one. These were caused by other people—most often one of his family members.

Malcolm found it far easier to deal with the outward rages, because then he didn't have to deal with any of the emotional blocks Reese had running rampant in his mind. For this type of rage, all he had to do was sling an arm around Reese's shoulder and hold him tightly against himself. Reese would continue to huff and puff, but after merely a minute the physical contact would normally calm him down, and Malcolm would give him a final squeeze before going back to whatever he'd been doing previously.

Malcolm always felt very pleased with himself after these occurrences—as if he'd accomplished some great and awe-inspiring feat. He sometimes contemplated writing a book about his experiences with Reese, detailing possible psychological reasons for Reese's ease of calm when it came to him. He tentatively called it something like The Moods and Rages of the Wilkerson Male.

Of course, then he would realize that he was missing half of the equation—the inward moods he so dreaded dealing with—and always gave up the book as a lost cause.

A/N: Wrote this one late at night right before I went to bed. I had the random idea, so I jotted it down. If it had been a full-length fic, I probably would've added something to the beginning detailing that Reese was pissed about something or another. He was supposed to be, anyway.

I figure this would take place in that twilight period when they know they like each other (as more than brothers), but still have very little idea of what's going on. So they wouldn't mind the half-hugs so much. Maybe. It was a work in progress, so I dunno for sure.

Yes, I know my notes are longer than the actual drabble. I TALK A LOT. XD

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