Lance
This song has always made me think of Lance, with the references to Russia and the sword and the flying and the going on in spite of everyone saying you can't. So I'd like a ficlet with Lance (paired or not) inspired by the lines: You can say it one more time / What you don't like / Let me hear it one more time then / Have a seat while I / Take to
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“I worry. I’m your mother, it’s my right to worry.” Diane sounded almost petulant. Like a small child asking for dessert a half hour before dinner; knowing it’s not going to do any good, but compelled to try nonetheless. “So much can go wrong.”
“It won’t, Mama,” Lance assured her.
Not that it was something he had much control over. He’d do his very best not to give her cause to worry, she knew, but he was only able to do so much.
“But everyone else is a trained professional.” She was grabbing at straws and they both knew it.
Lance reminded her gently, that he too was now a trained professional. She halted for a moment, unsure of where to go next. “Mama, it’s almost time.”
“I know what time it is, James Lance, I certainly don’t need you to remind me.” Diane frowned. There wasn’t much left she could say. All of her real fears had been answered with calmly delivered facts and assurances from her son. He’d done all his research before he’d come to her, she realized. That was her boy; always knowing how to convince her that what he wanted to do was the right thing to do. Regardless of what her heart told her.
She watched as Lance fiddled with some electronic device in his hands. Probably talking to one of his bandmates, four men who were almost as worried about him as she was. She smiled fondly at him. Another time Lance had done all his research. He’d been so earnestly convincing then. And even so, she hadn’t wanted him to go. Hadn’t wanted to let him leave the safety of her constant protection. I don’t want you to go she’d thought then, knowing him well enough to know that if she had voiced it, he would have told Justin he was sorry, but he wasn’t interested. The thing he was playing with buzzed and Lance smiled as he read something off it.
He turned the screen to her so she could see. On it was a very tiny picture of JC. There was some sound, too. She put her ear closer and could hear JC’s beautiful voice singing Rocket Man. To her son. Chris had called earlier. He pressed a few buttons and a message from Justin, this one simply saying Love you, Fly Boy. She smiled and patted his hand. Behind him stood Joey and his daughter. Lance’s goddaughter.
There was an announcement and Lance started hugging and kissing Joey and his daughter. Joey was more than a little emotional. Lance said goodbye to the few other people gathered there and turned, finally, to her.
“It’s time Mama,” he said.
He’d been right back then. He was right now. She’d never doubted him, simply wanted to hold on, just a little longer. But now her son was going to the sky. She had never been prouder of him, which was no small feat as he made her proud every day. Diane put her arms around him and held him tightly.
“You’re going to be fine,” she said, voice wavering just a bit.
“I know, Mama.” Lance’s voice wasn’t steady either. He held on. “You and Dad are coming to the launch, right?”
They’d only be able to see Lance through a window for a brief moment before he actually went into the shuttle; this was the last chance for hugs and physical reassurances.
“Wouldn’t be anywhere else.” She gave a squeeze.
“Ok. I love you.”
“I love you, too. I am so proud of you.” She kissed him and gave him one last squeeze before shoving him gently to the door for the jet-way. He turned back at the last minute and looked at her. She gave him two thumbs up and blew him a kiss. He pantomimed catching it and pressed it to his cheek, eyes closed for just a moment, then walked out of sight. So grown up was her son.
Still.
I don’t want you to go, she thought.
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this is so chock-full of emotions and just *hands flailing*
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Just wow. That was just lovely. *sniffles*
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Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
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Hey, if I knew exactly what I had in mind, I'd have written it myself - don't worry about that :)
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