Fic: The Sentinel: Gifted: Gen
Title: Gifted
Author: escargoat
Fandom: The Sentinel
Words: 334
Pairing: Gen
Rating: FRC
Summary: A parent muses on the pride and worry that a special child brings
Disclaimer: The Sentinel is owned by people and companies who are not me. I’m not making money, sprinklers, super glue or otherwise being remunerated for this effort.
A/N: This was written in response to sentinel_thurs challenge #293 - Brilliant.
I’m squeaking in just under the wire on this one.
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My child has always had a special aura. This isn’t parental pride on my part mind you. The soothsayers and seers that encountered that shining radiance all proclaimed that my offspring would have a brilliant future. They spoke of being very gifted.
Of course, they also told me that said child would be opinionated, stubborn, and perhaps a touch too inquisitive.
I told them all that there was no such thing as being too inquisitive, and stubborn was just another word for tenacious. Imagine, men and women of spiritual prowess trying to box in my beloved offspring.
Oh, I’m not blind. That tenacity has gotten my baby into a lot of trouble over the years. It has even caused some serious arguments with superiors in the workplace. I raised my child to be able to think independently of others, and that doesn’t always work so well in more structured environments.
Needless to say, the decision to go into law enforcement was met with great reservations on my end. But I reaped what I sowed in that regard because my innocent little lamb turned that wonderful tenacity on me and stayed on that oh so dangerous path.
I can’t say that it isn’t a good fit. Snoopy and stubborn are perfect personality traits for solving crimes. Pair that with my child’s intellect, and the results are sheer brilliance. (Now, that is parental pride talking, and I don’t care.)
So now instead of written fortunes of my baby’s future, I have paper clippings of my child’s recent past detailing dangerous criminals and their arrests.
As I put the latest letter away, and carefully preserve the news article that came with it, I pray for the health and safety of my progeny.
I pray that the new coworkers are really as supportive as my silver tongued devil spawn has told me.
I pray that they don’t change who my child is.
And I pray that Megan knows what the hell she’s doing in that wretched American city.