La Femme Nikita. Adam Samuelle. 089. Work.
Important, Importanter, Importantest:
Fandom: La Femme Nikita
Characters: Adam, Elena, Michael, Nikita, and three OCs
Prompt: 089. Work.
Word count: 842
Rating: G
Summary: Some jobs are too important to talk about.
Author's Notes: Contains spoilers through Season 3.
*To preserve continuity, this story should actually be read between And the Beat Goes On and Vanished.*
Important, Importanter, Importantest
“Look at me! I can fly!”
Adam glanced up at the top of the climbing wall, where his tow-headed friend was waving one leg and one arm in the air, much to his nanny’s dismay.
“Émile, you get down from there right this minute!.”
“Oh, okay,” the little boy agreed, taking one more quick “flight” before doing as he was told. Émile dropped to the ground beside Adam, who was playing in the sandbox with his backhoe. He had a lot of annoying pebbles to get rid of before beginning to construct his masterpiece.
“I’m gonna fly for real when I grow up,” he informed Adam. “My papa flies airplanes. Giant ones. And fast. Like rockets. I’m gonna fly planes, too, like Papa. What are you gonna do?"
Adam shrugged, not having given his career path much thought before.
“My papa is *very* important,” Yvette chimed in, springy red curls bouncing as she emphasized her statement with a vigorous nod. “He’s a chef. Do you know what that is?” She continued before either boy could speak. “He cooks food for very important people.”
“What kind of people?” Adam asked politely, though in truth he just wanted Yvette and Émile to move out of his way. They were both older, therefore bigger, than he was. His toy truck and digger were too large to maneuver in the small space they had left him.
“The really important ones,” she smirked. “You wouldn’t know them. That’s how important they are.”
Adam and Émile shared a glance, and the younger boy rolled his eyes.
“What does your papa do, Adam?” Yvette demanded. Clearly his eye-roll had irritated her. Didn’t he know how important her father’s job was? Wasn’t he listening?
Adam sat back on his heels and pondered a moment. He actually had no idea what his daddy did, only that he had to go away on lots of trips to meet important people. More importanter than Yvette’s daddy, he was sure.
He dropped his voice so the others had to lean in to listen. It didn’t hurt that his mother couldn’t hear him; just in case he got something wrong.
“My daddy is a very important person. He has really important meetings. All over the world. He brings me lots of presents. He probably eats the food your daddy cooks,” he threw in at Yvette, inspired.
“That’s a lie!" she snapped. "Adam Samuelle, you take that back. My papa is lots more importanter than yours.”
Adam shrugged again. As far as he was concerned, his work was done. He turned back to his digger.
“Yeah, Adam,” Émile piped up. He didn’t want to be on the losing end of the important-father contest. “What kind of meetings does he go to?”
Michael was out of town at the moment, so Adam figured he was in the clear.
“Yesterday he had lunch with the President. He called and told me all about it,” he embellished, warming to his game. “I can’t tell you what he said. It’s a secret. I’m not really supposed to talk about my daddy’s work. But it’s the most importantest.”
Ever the skeptic, Yvette called to Adam’s mother. Oops.
"Yes, Yvette?" Elena paused for a moment in her grown-up conversation to listen to Yvette. Whatever the little girl had to say, it had to be more interesting than her mother’s obsession about which film star was sleeping with whom.
“Adam said his papa’s job is so important that he can’t talk about it.”
In truth, Elena wasn’t sure herself exactly what Michael did, only that it involved computers, that he was contracted by the government, and couldn’t discuss his work at home.”
Having some idea of Adam’s “explanation,” missing Michael again, and not being particularly enamored of her own, forced conversation, Elena provided backup.
“That’s right,” she agreed, smiling sweetly first at Yvette, then at Adam, who had the good sense to keep the look of surprise off his face. “We can’t talk about Adam’s daddy’s work. It’s very, very important.” Switching gears, she asked her son, “Are you ready to go sweetheart?”
“Yes, Mommy.” Adam quickly brushed the sand off the knees of his jeans, gathered his things, and ran to join his mother as they left the park.
Émile and Yvette shared a silent “Wow!” Adam’s papa’s work must be very important indeed.
* * * * *
Michael was far beyond impatient and heading quickly toward hell. “Just pick one, Nikita. We’ve been here for over 15 minutes. I have more important things I need to be doing.”
“No you don’t,” Nikita shot back. “Madeline said she freed your whole afternoon so you could spend it with me.” At Michael’s scowl, she added, “Don’t look at me like that. The meet with Alec Chandler is important. You said so yourself.”
“It is,” Michael ground out, the back of his head throbbing with a Nikita-sized tension headache, “but can you tell me exactly how much longer you intend to keep me waiting here while you decide on the ‘right’ shade of lipstick?”
My prompt table is here.
Fandom: La Femme Nikita
Characters: Adam, Elena, Michael, Nikita, and three OCs
Prompt: 089. Work.
Word count: 842
Rating: G
Summary: Some jobs are too important to talk about.
Author's Notes: Contains spoilers through Season 3.
*To preserve continuity, this story should actually be read between And the Beat Goes On and Vanished.*
Important, Importanter, Importantest
“Look at me! I can fly!”
Adam glanced up at the top of the climbing wall, where his tow-headed friend was waving one leg and one arm in the air, much to his nanny’s dismay.
“Émile, you get down from there right this minute!.”
“Oh, okay,” the little boy agreed, taking one more quick “flight” before doing as he was told. Émile dropped to the ground beside Adam, who was playing in the sandbox with his backhoe. He had a lot of annoying pebbles to get rid of before beginning to construct his masterpiece.
“I’m gonna fly for real when I grow up,” he informed Adam. “My papa flies airplanes. Giant ones. And fast. Like rockets. I’m gonna fly planes, too, like Papa. What are you gonna do?"
Adam shrugged, not having given his career path much thought before.
“My papa is *very* important,” Yvette chimed in, springy red curls bouncing as she emphasized her statement with a vigorous nod. “He’s a chef. Do you know what that is?” She continued before either boy could speak. “He cooks food for very important people.”
“What kind of people?” Adam asked politely, though in truth he just wanted Yvette and Émile to move out of his way. They were both older, therefore bigger, than he was. His toy truck and digger were too large to maneuver in the small space they had left him.
“The really important ones,” she smirked. “You wouldn’t know them. That’s how important they are.”
Adam and Émile shared a glance, and the younger boy rolled his eyes.
“What does your papa do, Adam?” Yvette demanded. Clearly his eye-roll had irritated her. Didn’t he know how important her father’s job was? Wasn’t he listening?
Adam sat back on his heels and pondered a moment. He actually had no idea what his daddy did, only that he had to go away on lots of trips to meet important people. More importanter than Yvette’s daddy, he was sure.
He dropped his voice so the others had to lean in to listen. It didn’t hurt that his mother couldn’t hear him; just in case he got something wrong.
“My daddy is a very important person. He has really important meetings. All over the world. He brings me lots of presents. He probably eats the food your daddy cooks,” he threw in at Yvette, inspired.
“That’s a lie!" she snapped. "Adam Samuelle, you take that back. My papa is lots more importanter than yours.”
Adam shrugged again. As far as he was concerned, his work was done. He turned back to his digger.
“Yeah, Adam,” Émile piped up. He didn’t want to be on the losing end of the important-father contest. “What kind of meetings does he go to?”
Michael was out of town at the moment, so Adam figured he was in the clear.
“Yesterday he had lunch with the President. He called and told me all about it,” he embellished, warming to his game. “I can’t tell you what he said. It’s a secret. I’m not really supposed to talk about my daddy’s work. But it’s the most importantest.”
Ever the skeptic, Yvette called to Adam’s mother. Oops.
"Yes, Yvette?" Elena paused for a moment in her grown-up conversation to listen to Yvette. Whatever the little girl had to say, it had to be more interesting than her mother’s obsession about which film star was sleeping with whom.
“Adam said his papa’s job is so important that he can’t talk about it.”
In truth, Elena wasn’t sure herself exactly what Michael did, only that it involved computers, that he was contracted by the government, and couldn’t discuss his work at home.”
Having some idea of Adam’s “explanation,” missing Michael again, and not being particularly enamored of her own, forced conversation, Elena provided backup.
“That’s right,” she agreed, smiling sweetly first at Yvette, then at Adam, who had the good sense to keep the look of surprise off his face. “We can’t talk about Adam’s daddy’s work. It’s very, very important.” Switching gears, she asked her son, “Are you ready to go sweetheart?”
“Yes, Mommy.” Adam quickly brushed the sand off the knees of his jeans, gathered his things, and ran to join his mother as they left the park.
Émile and Yvette shared a silent “Wow!” Adam’s papa’s work must be very important indeed.
* * * * *
Michael was far beyond impatient and heading quickly toward hell. “Just pick one, Nikita. We’ve been here for over 15 minutes. I have more important things I need to be doing.”
“No you don’t,” Nikita shot back. “Madeline said she freed your whole afternoon so you could spend it with me.” At Michael’s scowl, she added, “Don’t look at me like that. The meet with Alec Chandler is important. You said so yourself.”
“It is,” Michael ground out, the back of his head throbbing with a Nikita-sized tension headache, “but can you tell me exactly how much longer you intend to keep me waiting here while you decide on the ‘right’ shade of lipstick?”
My prompt table is here.