Dayton: The Junior Guardian Chronicles: Episode 62

Mrs. Harris held the phone the way people held lighters near a gas leak. Not shaking. Not dramatic. Just there. A quiet, undeniable threat. 

Ezra stared at it through the flawless polymer, his breath fogging nothing because even the humidity in here was regulated. He could feel his own pulse in his throat, a frantic little drumbeat pressed against the soft-lined collar. 

He wanted to say something smart. Something teacherly. He wanted to explain systems and rights and personhood and the fact that he was not a hamster with a degree. 

But his mouth was dry, and his mind kept tripping over one ugly truth: 

If she called them… he would be gone. 

Not “back to the district.” Not “reassigned.” Gone in the way a file disappeared. A shipment. A transfer. A quiet correction made by people who wore armor to confiscate a middle school classroom. He more then anyhting didnt want to be gone or erased. Even with Smallara taking from him. Being gone was final. It was permament and he only had one life to live.  

Mrs. Harris waited him out. That was the worst part. She didn’t need to win the argument loudly. She’d already won it with paperwork, a doorbell camera, and the fact that she was tall. She was on the other side of the glass.  

“So,” she said again, voice even. “Stay. Or go.” 

Ezra’s hands clenched at his sides. His knuckles still ached from the earlier, useless punch he’d thrown at the wall, the pathetic tap of it echoing in his memory like a joke at his expense. 

He forced his chin up, trying to reclaim something, anything, that felt like dignity. 

Then he gave the smallest nod he’d ever made in his life. 

It wasn’t a grateful nod. It wasn’t even a surrendered one. 

It was stiff. Minimal. Like he was doing her a favor by agreeing not to ruin her daughter’s life. 

Like the situation was beneath him. 

Mrs. Harris’s eyes narrowed a fraction. 

Not angry. Not surprised. 

Just… taking note. 

A mother seeing exactly what kind of man her daughter had dragged into their house. 

“Okay,” she said. 

She didn’t say good choice. 

She didn’t say thank you. 

She didn’t soften, didn’t offer comfort, didn’t reach for the easy lie of “We’ll figure this out.” 

She simply slid the phone back into her pocket with one clean motion, as if filing him away right alongside it. 

Ezra felt the moment land, heavy and sour. 

Because he could hear how it looked from the outside. 

A tiny man in an expensive habitat, surrounded by warmth and luxury, choosing to stay… and doing it like he’d been wronged by the option. 

Ungrateful. 

Unappreciative. 

A little thing living in a little palace, still trying to act like he was the one in charge. 

Mrs. Harris picked up the laundry basket again and turned slightly away, the conversation already ending on her terms. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” she said, eyes on the room now instead of him, like he wasn’t worth the effort of direct attention anymore. “You’re going to be civil. You’re going to stop talking about my daughter like she’s a mistake. And you’re going to stop acting like you’re doing us some kind of favor by not running.” 

Ezra bristled immediately. “I never said—” 

She snapped her gaze back to him. 

One look. 

Not shouting. Not fury. 

The look you gave a dog that had just bared its teeth at your child. 

Ezra stopped mid sentence, lips parting uselessly. 

Mrs. Harris nodded once, satisfied. Not pleased. Just satisfied. 

“That’s what I thought,” she said quietly. 

Then she added, almost conversational, like she was talking with Tiffany Reeves. 

“And for the record… Dayton doesn’t need you.” 

The words hit him harder than the threat ever had. 

She shifted the laundry basket against her hip and moved toward the closet, footsteps heavy enough that Ezra felt them through the shelf, through the habitat base, through the soft, expensive carpet that kept trying to comfort him. 

“I let her do this because she wanted to,” Mrs. Harris said. “Because she has a big heart and a stubborn streak and she thinks she can make the world orderly if she works hard enough.” 

She paused at the closet door and glanced back. 

“So don’t make her regret it.” 

Ezra’s throat tightened. 

He wanted to shout that he wasn’t a charity project. He wanted to say he had a life. A career. A name that wasn’t printed under Property of Dayton Harris. 

Instead, all that came out was a bitter, thin whisper. 

“I’m not making her regret anything.” 

Mrs. Harris’s mouth twitched like she might laugh, but she didn’t. 

She looked at him for another second, Then she opened the closet and began sorting laundry, calm and efficient, like the most terrifying thing she’d done today wasn’t threatening to call the SEA. 

It was realizing Ezra would take every kindness offered to him… and still find a way to feel superior about it. 

Ezra stood there at the front wall of his habitat, fists clenched, face hot with humiliation. People didnt talk to him like this. Certainly not some single mom raising  a undisciplined, smartmouth daughter like Dayton. But he didnt verbalize anything.  

Because he knew exactly how he looked. A tiny man in a warm, clean, safe place.  He hated how much effort Dayton had put into this habitat. He wanted to be able to criticize its construction so badly. Being able to point out Daytons faults. Her mistakes would provide a degree of solace but instead she actually built a comfortable home. It looked classy. It was tidy. It was well thought out and put together.  

He could say something but it would just make him look petty and liar. Instead he sat down and looked at Dayton’s mother putting away Dayton’s clothes. Humming like nothing was wrong in the world. But nothing had changed for her. Her daughter was safe. She wasnt harmed by the SEA and neither were her friends.  
 
As Mrs. Harris finished up she walked out of Dayton’s room looking back briefly at the habitat giving it a once over but her attention focued on Ezra. Making sure she was still where he should be. Where dayton left him. LIke he could some how Harry Potter himself out of the habitat.  

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Lethal Ledgend
4 hours ago

1) “He wanted to say something smart. Something teacherly. He wanted to explain systems and rights and personhood and the fact that he was not a hamster with a degree.” I also what him to say something along those lines

2.1) “Not “back to the district.” Not “reassigned.” Gone in the way a file disappeared. A shipment. A transfer. A quiet correction made by people who wore armour to confiscate a middle school classroom.” She really is no better than those SEA thugs
2,2) “He more than anything didn’t want to be gone or erased. Even with Smallara taking from him. Being gone was final. It was permament and he only had one life to live.” That’s good, though his one life has been ruined

3) “Mrs. Harris waited him out. That was the worst part. She didn’t need to win the argument loudly. She’d already won it with paperwork, a doorbell camera, and the fact that she was tall. She was on the other side of the glass” That’s true, she’s comein with every advantage and gone after an unarmed, unprepared opponent.

4) “Like he was doing her a favor by agreeing not to ruin her daughter’s life.” After what she did to his, that is a favour

5) “A mother seeing exactly what kind of man her daughter had dragged into their house.” she really should have figured that out before letting him in

6) “She didn’t say good choice.  She didn’t say thank you.  She didn’t soften, didn’t offer comfort, didn’t reach for the easy lie of “We’ll figure this out.” Of course not, those are the sorts of lies Dayton used

7) “Because he could hear how it looked from the outside. A tiny man in an expensive habitat, surrounded by warmth and luxury, choosing to stay… and doing it like he’d been wronged by the option. Ungrateful. Unappreciative. ” Well, looks can be deceiving, and gratitude and appreciation are still privileges not rights

8) “You’re going to be civil. You’re going to stop talking about my daughter like she’s a mistake. And you’re going to stop acting like you’re doing us some kind of favour by not running.” Does Dayton have such rules? Are people gonna stop acting like Dayton did him a favour by calling the feds on him?

9) “And for the record… Dayton doesn’t need you.” Nor deserve him, or deserve any Little

10.1) “I let her do this because she wanted to,” She did
10.2) ”Because she has a big heart” She doesn’t

11) “So don’t make her regret it.” Why not? She‘s making him regret a few of his choices

12) “He wanted to shout that he wasn’t a charity project. He wanted to say he had a life. A career. A name that wasn’t printed under Property of Dayton Harris.” Then do that, she’s almost definitely bluffing about sending him away

13)  “I’m not making her regret anything.” No, she’ll regret this on her own soon enough

14) “Mrs. Harris’s mouth twitched as she might laugh, but she didn’t,” not taking him seriously

15) “It was realizing Ezra would take every kindness offered to him… and still find a way to feel superior about it.” Not sure what you’re calling “kindnesses” feel the same from Ezra’s perspective

16) “People didn’t talk to him like this. Certainly not some single mom raising an undisciplined, smart-mouthed daughter like Dayton.”  His best line went unsaid

17) “Because he knew exactly how he looked. A tiny man in a warm, clean, safe place” and to people as shallow as the Harrises, that’s more than good enough.

J - Vader
J - Vader
Reply to  Lethal Ledgend
3 hours ago

Bro I have to agree with all points here like holy fuck the punch down on Ezra feels extremely brutal

C M
C M
Reply to  Asukafan2001
2 hours ago

For informations sake, What all happened prior to Ezras reduction between him and Dayton? I had a teacher when I was 12-13 that was extremely harsh on me, but I was also a bit of a hyperactive kid with attitude issues, so looking back on it I could understand some of her actions towards me, but Im also pretty sure she flat out didn’t like me or had a low tolerance. I just want more context I guess cause I probably had a bad teacher that year, but Ezra doesn’t seem that abnormal just based on my own experience and what I saw in his teaching style

Edit: I only ask cause I feel like I’m defending Ezra more but don’t have the full story to counter my bias towards littles that are In new life’s. Like Cindy I feel like I can both defend or attack with how much context we have, Ezra I just have a huge gap in

Last edited 2 hours ago by C M
Darkone
Darkone
Reply to  Asukafan2001
1 hour ago

Ezra does not deserve the fate he has been dealt.

Taking your arguments against Ezra, if a teacher here today was like him, it seems you feel justified if he was incarcerated for life, taken away and never heard from again. That smells of the old Soviet and current PRC societies.

Now, I think this is great in the story (it gives us something to rail against), but I get the feeling you would be perfectly happy if Ezra, if he was in real life, hauled away somewhere and kept away from society, or are you arguing from the standpoint of the SEA in this case (i.e. from the POV of the Smallara society you have created)?

washsnowghost
Reply to  Lethal Ledgend
3 hours ago

If he is ungrateful, just put him in a hamster cage as a time out place. Give him a limited amount of strikes a week or she turns him him in to Sea and hopefully gets her money back to get someone more greatful. He is basically on SEA’s death row

J - Vader
J - Vader
3 hours ago

Sigh back to not liking Mrs Harris again I was semi tolerating her but now she’s on the shit list

Honestly I hope we get more arguments between them but again probably would not look good so maybe they just have a heated dislike for each other and Dayton can see sparks flying every time they are near each other probably dinners when she can sense it

Nodqfan
1 hour ago

Ezra being put in his place, I like that.