Fake Empire: Rhiannon Epilogue
Title: Fake Empire: Rhiannon Epilogue
Pairing: Emma/Emily
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds
Rating: still PG-13.
Universe: Fake Empire
Apologies: There were definitely a few things that needed wrapping up in this, and I went on a nice meandering bike ride and managed to come up with some of them. The whole - worst pregnancy ever - stuff was making me miserable (If you want really good miserable lesbian pregnancy stuff, go here bun_in_oven.) so this, I hope, is more upbeat.
Emma spent weeks being angry and bored before she decided that she hated being bored and started writing an article for a psych journal. At least now she was productively angry, and Emily found it entertaining to hear her rant about “idiots who thought Freud and Jung were some kind of facts!”
You could only be miserable for so long before you started hating being miserable more than you hated what was making you miserable.
And she was sleeping with Emily now, which meant she wasn’t in such a terrible mood all the time.
Still, she blew up frequently. And when she was getting upset, Emily would find herself getting twitchy and on edge as well, even if they were in different rooms. Jubilee could sense it coming like a low-pressure electrical storm. Whenever she suddenly stopped Didi in the middle of an activity and said “Let’s go to the park,” Emily knew she had better get moving or there was going to be a knock-down drag-out fight over something. (Usually it was actually about Emma really, really wanting coffee. No real coffee was allowed in the flat, because if anyone even so much as looked at it in front of Emma it was enough to set her off.) Emily had managed to figure out a list of things to do if the Jubilee barometer started dropping. Sex was usually the most effective, followed by Didi attacks, footrubs, and decaf.
Emma had also managed to build an intimate relationship with Henry, which made JJ very, very nervous and upset.
“You like kids,” Emily said, settling down next to Emma in the park. Henry had just run off to play mountain-climber with Didi.
“I like other people’s kids.”
Emily raised an eyebrow.
Emma narrowed her eyes. “Deirdre isn’t like other children.”
“No,” Emily said, laughing. “She’s like you.”
“Exactly.”
“Why do you like other people’s kids?”
Emma grinned, glancing at Henry. “I like messing with other people’s things. It’s a normal pleasure for people who grew up in rather neurotic multi-child families. You want your siblings’ toys, but if they’re older than you, you know they’ll just take them back. So you break them instead.”
“You like… breaking other people’s kids?”
“What do you think teaching is? Parents send their children to me and give me the opportunity to shape their minds. And I don’t even have to use telepathy.”
“You’re a terrible person.”
“I know.”
* * *
Emma’s head turned, and she caught Emily’s eyes, a faint brush of panic touching her mind.
<< Now? >>
<< It kind of fucking feels like it! >>
“Okay.” Emily was up and going, the others in the room looked up, confused. “Jubilee, you stay with Didi, okay? We’re going to the hospital.”
“You are?” Jubilee asked.
Emma winced in pain, the pen in her hand shattering into pieces.
“Oh my god.”
“Please.” Emily scooped up her bag, grabbed Emma’s wrist and hauled her towards the door.
<< You doing okay?”
<< This is going to be over, isn’t it? >>
<< What? >>
Emma actually laughed. “It’s finally going to be over. I can deal with pain. I’m not bloody afraid of that. But it’s going to be over!”
Emily grinned, hailing a taxi. She didn’t mention that dealing with an infant wasn’t going to be a picnic either.
* * *
“What are you going to name her?”
Emily blinked, staring down at the squashy only semi-human thing in her arms, and felt blank and washed out. (Apparently they really should give telepaths inhibitor collars while going through childbirth - or just knock them the hell out. Emily had to run interference to make sure the doctors weren’t incapacitated, and she really, really needed to lie down now.) “I don’t know.”
Emma turned away and pressed her cheek into the pillow. “I don’t fucking care,” she grumbled and shut her eyes.
The male nurse looked bewildered. “You didn’t… discuss it beforehand?”
“No family names,” Emma muttered. “I hate my family. And yours.”
“I…” Emily sank onto the edge of the bed. “I don’t have any ideas.”
“JJ!” Garcia strode in and grabbed the birth certificate. “I think this is where we save the day!”
“We do?” JJ asked worriedly.
“It has to be something that matches Deirdre…” They disappeared down the hall to the waiting room. Emily awkwardly gave the baby back to the nurse. She leaned back and Emma curled into her.
“You’re really going to let them do this?” Emily asked.
“I’ll make sure they don’t pick something atrocious.” Emma closed her eyes and rested her head on Emily’s shoulder. “I hate you.”
“You may have mentioned that already today.”
* * *
“Rhiannon?” Emily asked. She didn’t hate it or anything; it just didn’t mean anything to her.
Emma shrugged. “She was accused of eating her own child. It felt… agreeable.”
FIN
Pairing: Emma/Emily
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds
Rating: still PG-13.
Universe: Fake Empire
Apologies: There were definitely a few things that needed wrapping up in this, and I went on a nice meandering bike ride and managed to come up with some of them. The whole - worst pregnancy ever - stuff was making me miserable (If you want really good miserable lesbian pregnancy stuff, go here bun_in_oven.) so this, I hope, is more upbeat.
Emma spent weeks being angry and bored before she decided that she hated being bored and started writing an article for a psych journal. At least now she was productively angry, and Emily found it entertaining to hear her rant about “idiots who thought Freud and Jung were some kind of facts!”
You could only be miserable for so long before you started hating being miserable more than you hated what was making you miserable.
And she was sleeping with Emily now, which meant she wasn’t in such a terrible mood all the time.
Still, she blew up frequently. And when she was getting upset, Emily would find herself getting twitchy and on edge as well, even if they were in different rooms. Jubilee could sense it coming like a low-pressure electrical storm. Whenever she suddenly stopped Didi in the middle of an activity and said “Let’s go to the park,” Emily knew she had better get moving or there was going to be a knock-down drag-out fight over something. (Usually it was actually about Emma really, really wanting coffee. No real coffee was allowed in the flat, because if anyone even so much as looked at it in front of Emma it was enough to set her off.) Emily had managed to figure out a list of things to do if the Jubilee barometer started dropping. Sex was usually the most effective, followed by Didi attacks, footrubs, and decaf.
Emma had also managed to build an intimate relationship with Henry, which made JJ very, very nervous and upset.
“You like kids,” Emily said, settling down next to Emma in the park. Henry had just run off to play mountain-climber with Didi.
“I like other people’s kids.”
Emily raised an eyebrow.
Emma narrowed her eyes. “Deirdre isn’t like other children.”
“No,” Emily said, laughing. “She’s like you.”
“Exactly.”
“Why do you like other people’s kids?”
Emma grinned, glancing at Henry. “I like messing with other people’s things. It’s a normal pleasure for people who grew up in rather neurotic multi-child families. You want your siblings’ toys, but if they’re older than you, you know they’ll just take them back. So you break them instead.”
“You like… breaking other people’s kids?”
“What do you think teaching is? Parents send their children to me and give me the opportunity to shape their minds. And I don’t even have to use telepathy.”
“You’re a terrible person.”
“I know.”
* * *
Emma’s head turned, and she caught Emily’s eyes, a faint brush of panic touching her mind.
<< Now? >>
<< It kind of fucking feels like it! >>
“Okay.” Emily was up and going, the others in the room looked up, confused. “Jubilee, you stay with Didi, okay? We’re going to the hospital.”
“You are?” Jubilee asked.
Emma winced in pain, the pen in her hand shattering into pieces.
“Oh my god.”
“Please.” Emily scooped up her bag, grabbed Emma’s wrist and hauled her towards the door.
<< You doing okay?”
<< This is going to be over, isn’t it? >>
<< What? >>
Emma actually laughed. “It’s finally going to be over. I can deal with pain. I’m not bloody afraid of that. But it’s going to be over!”
Emily grinned, hailing a taxi. She didn’t mention that dealing with an infant wasn’t going to be a picnic either.
* * *
“What are you going to name her?”
Emily blinked, staring down at the squashy only semi-human thing in her arms, and felt blank and washed out. (Apparently they really should give telepaths inhibitor collars while going through childbirth - or just knock them the hell out. Emily had to run interference to make sure the doctors weren’t incapacitated, and she really, really needed to lie down now.) “I don’t know.”
Emma turned away and pressed her cheek into the pillow. “I don’t fucking care,” she grumbled and shut her eyes.
The male nurse looked bewildered. “You didn’t… discuss it beforehand?”
“No family names,” Emma muttered. “I hate my family. And yours.”
“I…” Emily sank onto the edge of the bed. “I don’t have any ideas.”
“JJ!” Garcia strode in and grabbed the birth certificate. “I think this is where we save the day!”
“We do?” JJ asked worriedly.
“It has to be something that matches Deirdre…” They disappeared down the hall to the waiting room. Emily awkwardly gave the baby back to the nurse. She leaned back and Emma curled into her.
“You’re really going to let them do this?” Emily asked.
“I’ll make sure they don’t pick something atrocious.” Emma closed her eyes and rested her head on Emily’s shoulder. “I hate you.”
“You may have mentioned that already today.”
* * *
“Rhiannon?” Emily asked. She didn’t hate it or anything; it just didn’t mean anything to her.
Emma shrugged. “She was accused of eating her own child. It felt… agreeable.”
FIN