[Telemachus: Drabble] "Making Time" [G]
Title: Making Time
Prompt: writerverse challenge #5 ‘father’s day’
Word Count: 338
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original (Telemachus, sci-fi set 23rd century)
Pairings: none
Summary: Making time for family is important to the Winslows.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_bookclub
Making Time
When Colin Winslow left the Medical Complex’s conference center, for the sweeping grounds of the United Earth Space Fleet Academy, he immediately spotted a familiar figure, who slid off the waist-high retaining wall and began walking toward him.
“Tim!” he cried happily, pulling his oldest daughter in for a quick hug.
“Hey, Dad,” she replied.
“Not that I’m not thrilled to see you, pumpkin,” he said. “But what are you doing here? I thought you were going to be gone for another month.”
“We picked up a passenger on Illium,” she explained. “So our supply run got interrupted to bring him back to Earth.”
“Does your mother know you’re here?” Colin asked, leading them down the tree-lined path toward the Engineering buildings.
His daughter nodded. “I stopped by the Farm already. Which is why I’m here.”
Colin smiled. “Despite what your mother thinks, I am not quite old enough yet to need an escort home.”
“I’m off-duty, Dad,” said Tim, spreading her arms to show off her non-regulation sweater and jeans. “And don’t forget that I keep bringing you aboard for temporary active service whenever my ship’s surgeon takes leave. But today, I’m here to take you out to dinner for Father’s Day.”
“Timmy, Father’s Day isn’t for another two weeks.”
“I know. But we ship out again the day after tomorrow, and I don’t think we’ll be back again by then. Besides, I’ve been needing a little father/daughter time.”
Colin smiled again. “And your mother?”
“Should already be aboard Telemachus, telling embarrassing stories to my crew.”
“She does enjoy that, doesn’t she?”
“It was actually kind of embarrassing twenty years ago, but now?” Tim shrugged. “Namir can tell most of the stories himself.”
They passed under the pedestrian bridge between the Engineering and Science centers, and out to the Public Transit stop.
“So,” Colin asked. “I heard a mention of dinner.”
Tim grinned at him. “Anywhere you want, Dad. My treat.”
“You tell Mom not to wait up for us?”
“With the two of us? Of course.”
THE END
Current Mood:
pissed off
Prompt: writerverse challenge #5 ‘father’s day’
Word Count: 338
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original (Telemachus, sci-fi set 23rd century)
Pairings: none
Summary: Making time for family is important to the Winslows.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_bookclub
Making Time
When Colin Winslow left the Medical Complex’s conference center, for the sweeping grounds of the United Earth Space Fleet Academy, he immediately spotted a familiar figure, who slid off the waist-high retaining wall and began walking toward him.
“Tim!” he cried happily, pulling his oldest daughter in for a quick hug.
“Hey, Dad,” she replied.
“Not that I’m not thrilled to see you, pumpkin,” he said. “But what are you doing here? I thought you were going to be gone for another month.”
“We picked up a passenger on Illium,” she explained. “So our supply run got interrupted to bring him back to Earth.”
“Does your mother know you’re here?” Colin asked, leading them down the tree-lined path toward the Engineering buildings.
His daughter nodded. “I stopped by the Farm already. Which is why I’m here.”
Colin smiled. “Despite what your mother thinks, I am not quite old enough yet to need an escort home.”
“I’m off-duty, Dad,” said Tim, spreading her arms to show off her non-regulation sweater and jeans. “And don’t forget that I keep bringing you aboard for temporary active service whenever my ship’s surgeon takes leave. But today, I’m here to take you out to dinner for Father’s Day.”
“Timmy, Father’s Day isn’t for another two weeks.”
“I know. But we ship out again the day after tomorrow, and I don’t think we’ll be back again by then. Besides, I’ve been needing a little father/daughter time.”
Colin smiled again. “And your mother?”
“Should already be aboard Telemachus, telling embarrassing stories to my crew.”
“She does enjoy that, doesn’t she?”
“It was actually kind of embarrassing twenty years ago, but now?” Tim shrugged. “Namir can tell most of the stories himself.”
They passed under the pedestrian bridge between the Engineering and Science centers, and out to the Public Transit stop.
“So,” Colin asked. “I heard a mention of dinner.”
Tim grinned at him. “Anywhere you want, Dad. My treat.”
“You tell Mom not to wait up for us?”
“With the two of us? Of course.”
THE END
Current Mood:
pissed off