Wednesday - Kids!
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comment_ficGood morning! As I am off playing chase with my goddaughters that will be the inspiration for today's theme: Kids! I believe you all be do awesome with that!
Rules!
No more than three prompts from one fandom
No more than five prompts in a row
No spoilers until a week after publication-/air-date. If you wonder if something's a spoiler it probably is.
If your fill contains spoilers please warn accordingly!
Examples!
Leverage, Hardison/Parker, Parker finds a baby in an abandoned building
X-men First Class, Alex/Sean, Sean finds pictures of Alex as a kid
Firefly/X-men, teams, All of the crew of Serenity gets kiddiefied, the X-men crew has to help
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Rules!
No more than three prompts from one fandom
No more than five prompts in a row
No spoilers until a week after publication-/air-date. If you wonder if something's a spoiler it probably is.
If your fill contains spoilers please warn accordingly!
Examples!
Leverage, Hardison/Parker, Parker finds a baby in an abandoned building
X-men First Class, Alex/Sean, Sean finds pictures of Alex as a kid
Firefly/X-men, teams, All of the crew of Serenity gets kiddiefied, the X-men crew has to help
tag=kids
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"How long will this martyrdom last?" Erik said while attempting to pry a rather clingy five-year-old engineer loose from his leg.
"I'm not sure," Charles got temporarily distracted by Mal exhibiting the first signs of professional thievery. He wrestled his watch out of the small hands, upon which Mal stuck out his tongue and punched him in the knee.
He winced, rubbing his leg and hobbling over to the stairs, "Maybe a couple of days?"
The fact that the rest of the team were facing similar problems was only marginally comforting.
"Goddammit, Charles," Erik tried to sit Kaylee down on the couch but whenever he moved she dug her fists into his trouser leg like tiny little pincers, "days? We can't stay here and babysit an entire crew of toddlers for this long."
A significantly smaller version of Simon had latched onto Charles and they were both giving Erik the same shocked look, "Would you rather leave them here alone?"
"I'm just saying-," he staggered backwards when Alex came rushing through, chasing after what looked like a seven-year-old Jayne armed with a knife the size of his arm, "we should drop them off somewhere... childproof."
He plucked the knife from Jayne's hand on the boy's second lap through the living quarters. Jayne immediately started a bodily assault on Erik's general leg area but was successfully removed from the vicinity by Alex. The screaming continued for quite a while though.
"That one," Erik pointed in the direction of Jayne's wailing, "has a nasty mouth."
Charles nodded, looking horrified. The girls were easier to deal with; Kaylee seemed to be perfectly content clutching Erik's thigh, Inara was quietly sitting on Raven's lap and occasionally shooting Mal a disapproving glance, Zoë was playing cards with Hank and a mini-version of her future husband - incidentally winning the hell out of their game - and River was... nowhere to be seen.
"Where's River?" Charles inquired. A distinct sense of panic was suddenly hanging in the air. In the short time that they had known the crew of the Serenity it had become clear that being aware of River's whereabouts at all times was crucial to survival.
A moment later all activities were ceased in favour of a frantic search for River. No piece of equipment remained unturned, no corner was left uninspected. They even made Sean crawl through the vents. He was not particularly happy about it.
Several hours and various nervous breakdowns later teenage Book found her curled up and fast asleep in the captain's chair. She had single-handedly plotted a course to the nearest space port - miraculously picking one that wasn't under Alliance supervision. She had also drawn flowers all over the dashboard with a sharpie.
"Wash is going to kill her." Sean stated while Hank carefully removed River from the seat and carried her off towards her quarters.
"I would really like to see him try." Erik smirked.
Charles looked over the data and shrugged, "Well, at least we won't have to worry about child care for much longer."
"If we get there in one piece," Erik grumbled and grabbed Mal's thin wrist before the boy could snag his wallet.
Alex let his gaze sweep over the cabin, "The ship looks sturdy enough-"
Something metallic creaked ominously and stopped abruptly with a very final-sounding 'thunk'.
They eyed the assorted machinery with growing unease until Alex broke the eerie silence.
"What was that?"
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Date: 2011-07-21 12:27 am (UTC)"Daddy, how did you and Momma meet?"
He considers the question carefully, full well knowing 'at work' is not an acceptable answer to one miss Riley Spencer.
"She flew down from the sky," he whispers, thinking back to the first time they met, waiting in a generic non descript non populated warehouse when Parker rappelled down from the ceiling.
"Like an angel?" she asks, yawning.
"Just like an angel." He agrees. A totally insane gone off the reservation angel that he was certain was going to get herself killed on that first job.
He hums "close to you' by the Carpteners he remembers his Momma singing it all the time, and watches his little girl fall asleep.
Getting up to leave the room, he sees Parker standing at the door, watching the two of them silently.
Parker bites her lip, watching their daughter.
"I don't want to screw her up," she whispers. Eliot sighs and wraps his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"You won't."
Parker leaned back against him. "We could take her with us tomorrow when we rob the Smithsonian."
Eliot glares.
"Fine, she can go to school." Parker bouts adn walks into their bedroom. Eliot laughs, following.
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Date: 2011-07-20 08:22 am (UTC)Warning: Fleeting discussion of abortion
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"We don't have to go through with this, if you don't want to," Ianto said, as they lay together in Ianto's bed.
"I don't know: started thinkin' about this," Jack admitted, covering Ianto's hand with his.
"Thinking about it?" Ianto asked, clasping Jack's hand gently.
"I've had one family before, and I've had to keep a certain bit of distance from my daughter; have to pretend I'm her brother and her son's grandfather, so the poor kid doesn't start Asking Questions," Jack said. "But this is different: this is your son, and I know your mum wants a grandson."
Ianto pulled his hand away and sat up. "You don't mean to say you want to keep the child on my account."
Jack sat up beside him, looking him in the eye. "Being with you has been the closest thing to having a home and a partner right now: I don't want to set that aside or throw it away or take it away from you."
"You're really sure it's mine?" Ianto asked: the question was natural, but even still, felt strange considering what manner of human it was applied to. There was no judgment in it, just a simple request for clarification.
((The rest can be read Here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/75590.html).))
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Date: 2011-07-20 09:58 am (UTC)untitled - gen, PG, Methos
Date: 2012-02-29 02:44 am (UTC)Richie is young, and he has young problems. Methos sits at the bar and listens to the brat rant to Joe about the girl who won't take his calls and the movie he wanted to see that isn't at theaters anymore and what a harsh taskmaster Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod is.
Joe listens and then he gives the kid a bit of tough love, and Richie is either soothed or he isn't.
Adam Pierson has young problems, too. He lost his job, and he can't contact that maiden aunt of his and he has to learn to fight (and Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod is a harsh taskmaster, but he's nowhere near as harsh as Time). Adam doesn't complain about his problems, though. Adam laughs about Richie’s, because Adam is so young he doesn’t yet understand.
Methos knows that Richie will never outgrow his young problems. There’s almost no way the kid will live past his first decade. Maybe if Methos took him on… but Methos won’t. He has no interest in a student this century, so that’s just too bad for Richie.
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Date: 2011-07-20 10:51 am (UTC)Werewolf Babies, Derek/Stiles, PG-13
Date: 2012-07-29 04:28 pm (UTC)Derek rolls his eyes when Stiles complains about the teeth thing, but Stiles isn’t a werewolf. His fingers aren’t going to heal in a matter of minutes and then he’ll have to go to school with huge bandages on his hands and be the weird bandaged hand kid and no one will ever love him, and “this is not funny Derek!”
Next time he’s over at Derek’s after school helping to watch the werebaby –“Seriously, where did you get this kid?” to which Derek only shrugs, which is totally not an answer–he gets hit in the face with a pair of gardening gloves. Stiles assumes this is Derek’s version of ‘please, I need your superior baby knowledge to survive’ so of course Stiles smiles and doesn’t comment for once in his life.
“You feed our perfect little princess yet?” Stiles questions; Derek shakes his head and Stiles heads off to the kitchen to start the bottle making process.
Stiles is nearly done when Derek returns with little Leah –named after the only female werewolf in Twilight, Derek didn’t find it nearly as funny as Stiles– Derek hasn’t moved two feet into the room when Leah whines and makes grabby-hands for Stiles. It causes Derek to frown –as it always does– that Leah seems to prefer Stiles to Derek. He’s lost count of how many times he’s tried to explain to Derek that babies don’t have favorites, but Derek either doesn’t listen or doesn’t understand.
“Well hello there,” Stiles says in his most soothing baby voice as he takes Leah into his arms. “You ready for a delicious bottle of baby formula? I think this is my best batch yet. You’ll have to tell me if you agree. And I’ve been practicing my airplane noises, you know, for when you’re finally ready for big girl food and your daddy picks up some yucky flavor like spinach, cause you won’t want to eat spinach, nobody does. But Scott told me they sound too much like lightsaber noises,–I disagree and I bet you’ll like them regardless because they’ll be awesome.”
Leah doesn’t make any indication that she cares if his airplane noises sound more like lightsabers so Stiles counts that as a win. Derek though, his eyebrows are nearly touching his hairline. “What? Babies like when you actually talk to them. They don’t understand broody werewolf body language. You should try it sometime.”
Derek considers the idea for a moment before moving closer to where Stiles is perched near the kitchen counter. “Hello Leah,” he tries. Leah doesn’t pause in her feeding, but she does turn her big brown eyes in Derek’s direction. Stiles makes an awkward head motion that he hopes conveys Derek should continue. He must catch on because he adds, “Your Papa Stiles seems to think you like this sort of thing, but I’m not too sure…”
Stiles doesn’t hear much more after that. His chest feels kinda tight, like it might explode with joy or something at the fact Derek referred to him as Papa Stiles. It’s unexpected to say the least considering they’ve never had this conversation. Stiles has been operating under the assumption that he’d be good ol’ Uncle Stiles and them maybe move up to just Stiles after he and Derek got werewolf married or whatever. Not that he’s thought that far into the future or anything, cause he hasn’t. Well maybe a little bit.
He’s so caught up in thoughts of marrying Derek that he doesn’t even notice Leah’s bottle is now empty and Derek is staring at him like he said something important and Stiles missed it. It’s probably exactly what happened and Stiles would be worried whatever Derek said was important, but Derek’ll repeat it if it is, cause right now it’s infinitely more important Derek understand he’s made Stiles’ day –possibly his life– with that one tiny comment.
So he kisses Derek, well as much as he can kiss Derek with a baby in his arms. He assumes Derek gets the point if the tiny smile he receives in return is anything to go by.
Stiles’ fingers don’t get bitten once the whole afternoon. Well, not by Leah at least.
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