[MEME] And then there were children.
Stolen from the internet.
Leave a comment and I will come up with the hypothetical kid between any of my muses (List BTR) ( List Epic) and any of yours (assuming I know them at least well enough to pretend that I know them well enough to write them). Terms of parent-child relationship are left to the management. Children may be biological and ( Read more... )
Leave a comment and I will come up with the hypothetical kid between any of my muses (List BTR) ( List Epic) and any of yours (assuming I know them at least well enough to pretend that I know them well enough to write them). Terms of parent-child relationship are left to the management. Children may be biological and ( Read more... )
"We should have a kid," are the first five words out of Dmitri's mouth when she hops onto Toshiko's desk with a messenger bag slung over her shoulder and a pint of sweet pecan ice cream in her hand. She flips the spoon, offering it to Tosh handle-first, and follows it up with "you know, homeschooled, definitive proof that the American school system wastes the potential of the growing years to learn complex fields like language and differential calculus. Also, woman, you desperately need offspring."
Tosh takes the spoon for no reason other than the fact that the reasoning portion of her brain is trying to reason its way through Dmitri, and the instinctual portion says that when someone obviously wants you to take something, you take it. A moment later the ice cream is thrust into her hands as well, and Dmitri is digging something out of her bag. Tosh manages to get as far as "What...? A child," before Dmitri drops an overstuffed folder down in front of her.
"Don't worry, fruit van mijn gelukkige boom, I'm not talking about the weird parasitic awkward gestation thing, 'less you're into it. Kendall, you know, the old forger from the big O - yeah, Kendall got all the information a Wanderer needs to legally adopt in this state, and odds are ten in my favor that I could get the Doctor to hack the database. He owes me for that thing with the aerial kelp." She kicks out her heels, giving Tosh a look. "Oh, and I cleared it with Jack."
Tosh is left holding ice cream and a spoon and staring at the folder before she looks up at Dmitri again, getting as far as "You cleared-" before it occurs to her that she's got no idea whether or not to be annoyed about that. On the one hand, she'd appreciate it if Dmitri wouldn't go over her head when her own hypothetical children, not that she knew she had any, were involved. On the other hand, after six years of Dmitri checking with Gwen or Jack for her official schedule of responsibilities before any time she asked her out, she really should have expected this.
"Yeah, his exact words were something along the lines of 'am I really the one you should be asking about this?', which I took as tacit approval," she says. "So what do you say, la mia lezione bella? You'd make a great mother."
Tosh sets the ice cream down carefully next to the folder. "Dmitri," she says, trying for stern and making it two-thirds of the way there from bewildered. "Don't you think something like this requires more thought than you're putting into it?"
Dmitri laughs, tapping on the folder. "Oh, waveform analysis of my heart. The adoption brochures and legal information make up about thirty-five pages of that. The rest is what I think you'll find a very considerately-structured rationale. I've got time to go through it if you do."
Tosh is not sure what to say to that.
Eight months later, listening to Dmitri read the Principia Mathematica over a crib in the Kashtta nursery, she's still not entirely sure when she agreed.
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Thank you. ♥
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(And she and Tosh are just too much of the good. One day they're going to have that sex and quantum physics night, and Jack will be unsure, if he ever hears about it, whether they're doing something very wrong or very right.)
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