[The 4400] FIC: Monopoly, PG (Marco, Maia)
Title: Monopoly
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Marco babysits Maia. Fluff.
Word Count: 418
Disclaimer: Woefully, not mine.
"That is so not allowed!" Marco protested as his charge gleefully landed on Free Parking and collected a hefty sum from the Bank. Her big eyes looked up at him, her mouth pursed into a self-satisfied smirk.
"House rules," Maia explained, carefully placing her money into the appropriate piles on her side of the Monopoly board.
Diana and Tom had been given a 4400 case in Ohio at the last minute, leaving Diana in a pinch. No one was around to look after Maia. Her sister April had flaked out a couple of weeks ago and the regular babysitter was at her junior prom. Overhearing her problem, Marco casually interjected that he would love to babysit Maia. At first Diana glanced at him with furrowed brows and suspicious eyes, her lips upturned in amusement. He was quick to refute that this had anything to do with her possibly going out on a date with him in the future or ending up seeing a movie together at some point in time where popcorn might be bought which would lead to hand-hand contact. In her harried state, she didn't have any other choices and agreed.
And now her daughter was beating his ass at Monopoly. He glanced at the clock. It was after midnight!
"Maia, it's late - after your bedtime. Maybe we should pick this up in the morning," he reasoned, hoping she wouldn't protest. Diana would kill him if she ever found out that he let Maia stay up so late.
The little girl shrugged her shoulders at him. "Don't worry about it. You wouldn't have won anyway," she said. He started.
"Is this something you saw or are you just afraid of losing Boardwalk and Park Place when I get my second wind?"
She reached across the coffee table and put her tiny hands on his, as if trying to reassure him. "It was something I saw. Just like how I saw Aunt April leave before she left her note on the kitchen counter. Just like I see how you..." she trailed off. Her eyes looked up into his again, looking into him and into his future.
"What about me?" He was an amalgam of excitment, fear, and curiosity.
"It's more fun when you don't know it's going to happen," she explained, getting up from her seat on the floor. Dumbstruck, he watched her go to her room.
"Goodnight, Maia!" he called to her, finally finding his voice.
"Goodnight!" she called back. Dad, she added to herself.
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Marco babysits Maia. Fluff.
Word Count: 418
Disclaimer: Woefully, not mine.
"That is so not allowed!" Marco protested as his charge gleefully landed on Free Parking and collected a hefty sum from the Bank. Her big eyes looked up at him, her mouth pursed into a self-satisfied smirk.
"House rules," Maia explained, carefully placing her money into the appropriate piles on her side of the Monopoly board.
Diana and Tom had been given a 4400 case in Ohio at the last minute, leaving Diana in a pinch. No one was around to look after Maia. Her sister April had flaked out a couple of weeks ago and the regular babysitter was at her junior prom. Overhearing her problem, Marco casually interjected that he would love to babysit Maia. At first Diana glanced at him with furrowed brows and suspicious eyes, her lips upturned in amusement. He was quick to refute that this had anything to do with her possibly going out on a date with him in the future or ending up seeing a movie together at some point in time where popcorn might be bought which would lead to hand-hand contact. In her harried state, she didn't have any other choices and agreed.
And now her daughter was beating his ass at Monopoly. He glanced at the clock. It was after midnight!
"Maia, it's late - after your bedtime. Maybe we should pick this up in the morning," he reasoned, hoping she wouldn't protest. Diana would kill him if she ever found out that he let Maia stay up so late.
The little girl shrugged her shoulders at him. "Don't worry about it. You wouldn't have won anyway," she said. He started.
"Is this something you saw or are you just afraid of losing Boardwalk and Park Place when I get my second wind?"
She reached across the coffee table and put her tiny hands on his, as if trying to reassure him. "It was something I saw. Just like how I saw Aunt April leave before she left her note on the kitchen counter. Just like I see how you..." she trailed off. Her eyes looked up into his again, looking into him and into his future.
"What about me?" He was an amalgam of excitment, fear, and curiosity.
"It's more fun when you don't know it's going to happen," she explained, getting up from her seat on the floor. Dumbstruck, he watched her go to her room.
"Goodnight, Maia!" he called to her, finally finding his voice.
"Goodnight!" she called back. Dad, she added to herself.