Fic: Mama's Cookin'
Title: Mama's Cookin'
Rating: G
Disclaimer: CSI belongs to CBS and the Bruckster. Farscape belongs to Rockne and Jim Henson, as well as Sci-Fi. The characters also belong to them, as well as their respective actors. The original characters are mine.
Notes: within a few weeks of Little Moya's First Kiss *Written for Criss Cross Apple Sauce at writerverse
"Ooh," Crichton hummed, making a slow turn as he reached the end of his pacing area. "Pancakes," he drawled slowly, glancing down at the newborn in his arms. He smiled at the scrunched look on her face and nodded. "My mama made the best pancakes. I don't know if your mama can make pancakes," he added, making a face in return.
Little Moya's lip curled into a slight smile, which caused John to smile. "Yeah, she doesn't look like a pancake-kinda lady." He made a face as she curled up and sneezed. "Well, bless ya, darlin'. Let me fix this," he said, shifting her slightly so he could adjust the blanket.
Once he was sure Moya was comfortable, John made a face. "Where were we? Oh, pancakes," he nodded. "Maybe, by the time you're old enough, we'll find some funky space flour and I'll make you some pancakes."
"Who's talking about pancakes?" Crichton heard, and turned to see Grissom coming into the kitchen. The older man pointed to the baby and came in to join them.
Crichton adjusted his hold on the baby and carefully passed her over to Grissom. "I was tellin' all her about my mama's pancakes." He let out a heavy sigh, once Moya was in Grissom's arms. "I miss pancakes. You like pancakes?"
"I do like pancakes," Grissom replied, smiling as Moya settled into his neck. Rubbing a slow circle on her back, Grissom nodded to Crichton. "There was a diner we always went to, after shift. Greasy as hell, salty eggs," he said, making a face.
"Uh," John groaned, as the mention of eggs reminded him. "Mama's friend chicken," he whined.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: CSI belongs to CBS and the Bruckster. Farscape belongs to Rockne and Jim Henson, as well as Sci-Fi. The characters also belong to them, as well as their respective actors. The original characters are mine.
Notes: within a few weeks of Little Moya's First Kiss *Written for Criss Cross Apple Sauce at writerverse
"Ooh," Crichton hummed, making a slow turn as he reached the end of his pacing area. "Pancakes," he drawled slowly, glancing down at the newborn in his arms. He smiled at the scrunched look on her face and nodded. "My mama made the best pancakes. I don't know if your mama can make pancakes," he added, making a face in return.
Little Moya's lip curled into a slight smile, which caused John to smile. "Yeah, she doesn't look like a pancake-kinda lady." He made a face as she curled up and sneezed. "Well, bless ya, darlin'. Let me fix this," he said, shifting her slightly so he could adjust the blanket.
Once he was sure Moya was comfortable, John made a face. "Where were we? Oh, pancakes," he nodded. "Maybe, by the time you're old enough, we'll find some funky space flour and I'll make you some pancakes."
"Who's talking about pancakes?" Crichton heard, and turned to see Grissom coming into the kitchen. The older man pointed to the baby and came in to join them.
Crichton adjusted his hold on the baby and carefully passed her over to Grissom. "I was tellin' all her about my mama's pancakes." He let out a heavy sigh, once Moya was in Grissom's arms. "I miss pancakes. You like pancakes?"
"I do like pancakes," Grissom replied, smiling as Moya settled into his neck. Rubbing a slow circle on her back, Grissom nodded to Crichton. "There was a diner we always went to, after shift. Greasy as hell, salty eggs," he said, making a face.
"Uh," John groaned, as the mention of eggs reminded him. "Mama's friend chicken," he whined.