A Good Father
Title: A Good Father
Author: Pamala
Characters: Mahone
Category: Gen/drabble
Spoilers: Season Two
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary: Mahone vowed to be a better father.
Authors notes: This was written for the current one hour fic prompt at foxriver_fic
I was going to be a good father.
Many a man raised by an absent, lousy or even a down right cruel man had made the same vow.
Maybe they meant it ... maybe they didn't.
Who's to say...
I know that I meant it ... wanted it to be true more than anything else in the world the day my son was born.
I tried the best I could.
I held him in my arms.... rocked him to sleep ... was even there to change the occasional diaper when he was a tiny baby.
I did my best to make a good start at being all the things to Cameron my father never was to me.
Even at the pinnacle of my career... a time when work consumed my every waking moment ... I would make my way home long enough to tuck him -- convincing my son he could do it with the lights out -- into bed at night.
I sit with him as long as it took telling there was nothing to be afraid of in the dark.
I'd assure him that nothing bad -- he looked up to me ... to my work... *no one messed with his dad! * -- would ever happen to him with me in the room.
I was there for him.
I was doing it better!
I was there to help my son get past his fear of the dark.
I felt sure....
...I *knew* I was a better father.
Until.
When my child's fear of the dark was replaced by pain, broken bones and the need to dodge speeding cars because of his fathers sins I knew I'd failed.
For all the vows to do better...
...no matter how I meant it... how hard I tried.
I was already a worse father than my own bastard father could have ever been.
Author: Pamala
Characters: Mahone
Category: Gen/drabble
Spoilers: Season Two
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary: Mahone vowed to be a better father.
Authors notes: This was written for the current one hour fic prompt at foxriver_fic
I was going to be a good father.
Many a man raised by an absent, lousy or even a down right cruel man had made the same vow.
Maybe they meant it ... maybe they didn't.
Who's to say...
I know that I meant it ... wanted it to be true more than anything else in the world the day my son was born.
I tried the best I could.
I held him in my arms.... rocked him to sleep ... was even there to change the occasional diaper when he was a tiny baby.
I did my best to make a good start at being all the things to Cameron my father never was to me.
Even at the pinnacle of my career... a time when work consumed my every waking moment ... I would make my way home long enough to tuck him -- convincing my son he could do it with the lights out -- into bed at night.
I sit with him as long as it took telling there was nothing to be afraid of in the dark.
I'd assure him that nothing bad -- he looked up to me ... to my work... *no one messed with his dad! * -- would ever happen to him with me in the room.
I was there for him.
I was doing it better!
I was there to help my son get past his fear of the dark.
I felt sure....
...I *knew* I was a better father.
Until.
When my child's fear of the dark was replaced by pain, broken bones and the need to dodge speeding cars because of his fathers sins I knew I'd failed.
For all the vows to do better...
...no matter how I meant it... how hard I tried.
I was already a worse father than my own bastard father could have ever been.