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Tiny Watchmen fic? Why yesss!
This is sort of a practice fic, playing around with fairly unfamiliar characters and whatnot.
Tell me how I did?
Title: Enough
Rating: PG-13 ish. I spy a naughty word.
Characters/Pairing: Sally Jupiter, Sally/Eddie aka Silk Spectre/The Comedian
Disclaimer: So totally and utterly not even close to being mine.
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Jesus Christ. One night.
Laurence isn’t stupid, she’s just lucky she married a man who cares more about her image and profitability than her deceit. They’ll lie. No one will have to know - with the obvious exception.
She has to tell him.
She struts purposefully into the seedy bar she knows he likes - and wishes she didn’t - and all heads turn but the one she wants to notice her.
She spots him sitting at the bar, the now trademark cloud of smoke lingering around him. She sits down on the barstool to his left and when he eventually graces her with his attention he doesn’t bother looking surprised. “Sal. Thought you weren’t talking to me?”
She sighs, it always feels so difficult with him, “I’m not. This is an exception.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Sounds important baby, better spill the beans. You need to satisfy another craving?”
She allows herself one deep breath, “I’m pregnant.”
His cigar immediately finds itself between his lips and he inhales harshly. When he finally speaks the word runs from his mouth with the curls of smoke, “Fuck.”
- - - - -
4 months pregnant and she knows she can’t keep it from the others anymore. They’re beginning to get suspicious, she’s missing more and more of their meetings and always finds an excuse for not heading out with them - generally avoiding them all as much as possible - and God knows she’s not going to be able to hide it with a coat for much longer.
Wandering into their meeting room where she knows they’re all gathered, she shrugs off her jacket and drapes in over the back of a chair. The room goes silent, and her announcement is now startlingly obvious but she still declares it with newfound unrestrained delight, “I’m having a baby!”
She looks at Eddie first, his line of sight is focused even further south than where it usually rests and she‘s not sure she’s ever seen him look so genuinely interested in anything before.
Hollis manages a half-hearted smile and congratulations, even Ursula - god knows they’re notfriends - looks happy for her. Eddie doesn’t move from his spot in the corner until everyone else has given their excited well wishes and turns to look at him expectantly. He takes a long drag from his cigar and pushes himself away from the wall, “Congrats, Sal.” He brushes past her and leaves - She’s not sure if she wants to have imagined the feeling of the back of his hand on her swollen abdomen or not.
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She’s 7 and a half months pregnant when she has her official retirement party. Laurence is flapping around trying to organize the press and photographers - trying to get her to look that way, smile at that one. For the first time it feels intrusive and unnatural, so she ignores him and his wildly gesturing arms, instead looks down to Eddie sitting next to her who smirks and mouths ‘asshole’, nodding his head in Laurence’s direction. She glares at him but he just winks and her resolve can’t stop the frown from turning into a smile.
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She’s in the hospital and Edward Blake is an asshole. So many people have flocked through her door, smiling, cooing and giving the same boring spiel over and over - but she doesn’t give about them or what they have to say. She just wants him to burst through the door, gruff and rude and tell everyone else to get their boring selves out, She wants to see him carefully pick up their tiny daughter and hold her protectively against his chest. She knows she shouldn’t want that, not after everything, even less now. So Sally Jupiter makes a vow, one chance for that man was one too many - there won’t be any more. She might not have been able to do it for herself but she’ll damn well do it for her daughter.
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I'm hoping with my nice free time at the moment the next thing I write will be some lovely neglected Daniel/Wilhelmina from the also lovely and neglected Meade_slater drabble game.
This is sort of a practice fic, playing around with fairly unfamiliar characters and whatnot.
Tell me how I did?
Title: Enough
Rating: PG-13 ish. I spy a naughty word.
Characters/Pairing: Sally Jupiter, Sally/Eddie aka Silk Spectre/The Comedian
Disclaimer: So totally and utterly not even close to being mine.
- - - - - - - - - -
Jesus Christ. One night.
Laurence isn’t stupid, she’s just lucky she married a man who cares more about her image and profitability than her deceit. They’ll lie. No one will have to know - with the obvious exception.
She has to tell him.
She struts purposefully into the seedy bar she knows he likes - and wishes she didn’t - and all heads turn but the one she wants to notice her.
She spots him sitting at the bar, the now trademark cloud of smoke lingering around him. She sits down on the barstool to his left and when he eventually graces her with his attention he doesn’t bother looking surprised. “Sal. Thought you weren’t talking to me?”
She sighs, it always feels so difficult with him, “I’m not. This is an exception.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Sounds important baby, better spill the beans. You need to satisfy another craving?”
She allows herself one deep breath, “I’m pregnant.”
His cigar immediately finds itself between his lips and he inhales harshly. When he finally speaks the word runs from his mouth with the curls of smoke, “Fuck.”
- - - - -
4 months pregnant and she knows she can’t keep it from the others anymore. They’re beginning to get suspicious, she’s missing more and more of their meetings and always finds an excuse for not heading out with them - generally avoiding them all as much as possible - and God knows she’s not going to be able to hide it with a coat for much longer.
Wandering into their meeting room where she knows they’re all gathered, she shrugs off her jacket and drapes in over the back of a chair. The room goes silent, and her announcement is now startlingly obvious but she still declares it with newfound unrestrained delight, “I’m having a baby!”
She looks at Eddie first, his line of sight is focused even further south than where it usually rests and she‘s not sure she’s ever seen him look so genuinely interested in anything before.
Hollis manages a half-hearted smile and congratulations, even Ursula - god knows they’re notfriends - looks happy for her. Eddie doesn’t move from his spot in the corner until everyone else has given their excited well wishes and turns to look at him expectantly. He takes a long drag from his cigar and pushes himself away from the wall, “Congrats, Sal.” He brushes past her and leaves - She’s not sure if she wants to have imagined the feeling of the back of his hand on her swollen abdomen or not.
- - - - -
She’s 7 and a half months pregnant when she has her official retirement party. Laurence is flapping around trying to organize the press and photographers - trying to get her to look that way, smile at that one. For the first time it feels intrusive and unnatural, so she ignores him and his wildly gesturing arms, instead looks down to Eddie sitting next to her who smirks and mouths ‘asshole’, nodding his head in Laurence’s direction. She glares at him but he just winks and her resolve can’t stop the frown from turning into a smile.
- - - - -
She’s in the hospital and Edward Blake is an asshole. So many people have flocked through her door, smiling, cooing and giving the same boring spiel over and over - but she doesn’t give about them or what they have to say. She just wants him to burst through the door, gruff and rude and tell everyone else to get their boring selves out, She wants to see him carefully pick up their tiny daughter and hold her protectively against his chest. She knows she shouldn’t want that, not after everything, even less now. So Sally Jupiter makes a vow, one chance for that man was one too many - there won’t be any more. She might not have been able to do it for herself but she’ll damn well do it for her daughter.
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I'm hoping with my nice free time at the moment the next thing I write will be some lovely neglected Daniel/Wilhelmina from the also lovely and neglected Meade_slater drabble game.