Title: Baby You Can Drive My Car
Characters: Summer Davis-Dylan, Jimmy Page, John Bonham & family
Word Count: 530
Rating: PG-13 [cuteness, language, innuendo]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: It's Bonzo's birthday, 1976. And he has a surprise visitor.



May 31, 1976

With a happy squeal, Summer burst through the door, her bare feet slapping on the tiles. Behind her, Jimmy strolled out onto the veranda, smirking as he stopped in the shade. His dark eyes remained focused on the bubbly blond girl as she ran towards her target. Bonzo turned a moment before Summer slammed into him. Caught completely unawares, he lost his balance and tumbled directly into the crystal clear pool, his arms around the young woman. He instantly began to panic, remembering how pool time last worked out for him and Summer. The drummer’s arms remained fastened about her, attempting to keep her safe.

She wiggled out of his arms, her toes touching the bottom of the pool. With a wink, she moved towards the shallow end, turning and waiting for him to join her. Once more, she circled him with her arms and kissed his cheeks.

“Happy birthday, Bonzo!” she squealed.

His eyes brightened, “How did you know?”

“Duh,” she rolled her eyes.

He stared at her blankly.

“Jimmy mentioned it like last week. So I had to come and wish you happy birthday!”

“But… I thought you were in Hawaii?”

“We were, but I told him we had to come back to Switzerland to see you for your birthday. So here we are. I brought a present too!” she bubbled before turning away and heading towards the ladder.

“When did you learn to swim?”

“When Jimmy kept taking me to places with pools and oceans,” she responded pulling herself out of the pool. “Come on, John. Let’s go open presents.”

Chuckling, he watched as she pulled off her soaking wet sarong and wrung it out. Bonzo got out of the pool himself and waved at his family and Jimmy. Without adieu, he scooped Summer up and flopped her over his shoulder. She giggled and playfully flogged him with her wet sarong. He laughed, heading towards Jimmy.

“‘Ello, mate.”

“Hey, Bonzo. Happy birthday.”

He smirked, his hand on Summer’s arse to keep her from wiggling off his shoulder, “Thanks.”

While Jimmy wanted to tell Bonzo to remove his hand, he bit in the inside of his cheek and nodded. Instead he followed the drummer into the rented house silently, his hawk-like eyes remaining focused on his girl. He struggled to keep his jealousy in check as Summer was plopped unceremoniously on a sofa. Bonzo’s son instantly jumped up onto the couch with her, tackling Summer and chattering happily.

Various wrapped packages appeared suddenly and were unwrapped; the drummer happily thanking everyone. Jimmy held out a small package from Summer as the last gift. Bonzo needed no explanation that it was from the wet girl tickling his son. Instead, he whistled to get her attention before pulling the paper off. A moment later, he pulled out a small model racecar. He instantly grinned.

“It’s beautiful, Summer.”

“You’re welcome. Now you can teach me how to drive?”

“No,” Jimmy instantly interjected.

Her sapphire eyes instantly turned to him, “But, Jimmy–”

“No. He is not teaching you how to drive. End of discussion.”

She pouted.

“No.”

“Come on, love,” Bonzo reached for her and Jason. “Let’s go have cake!”