Bits and Pieces of Whipped Cream
Story: Blaze Mafia Family
Title: Why Wait?
Prompts: Pistachio #28: waiting, Heavenly Hash #15: holier than thou + whipped cream
Rating: PG
Words: 154
Summary: This is gratuitous kid-Firebird silliness. It should come as no surprise that Firebird is hell on waiting rooms. She’s eight here.
“Daddy, I don’t want to be here anymore.”
“You haven’t seen the dentist yet,” Atlas pointed out.
Firebird slouched back in her seat, bored. “He’s taking too long.”
“We’ve only been waiting for ten minutes.”
“But why do we have to wait?”
“Because the dentist is seeing other people.”
“What other people?”
Atlas sighed, “Just other people, Firebird.”
Firebird stuck her lower lip out in an overblown pout. “I shouldn’t have to wait for just regular old people.”
“Oh? What makes you so much better?”
She glanced up at her dad with a look normally reserved for the daft. “Because I’m a Blaze.”
The entire waiting room looked over at Atlas roaring with laughter. He wrapped an arm around his little girl’s shoulders and kissed her forehead. “Yes you are, baby girl. But dentists are a special case. Even the Blazes have to wait their turn here.”
“Well that’s stupid.”
Story: Blaze Mafia Family
Title: Daddy’s Girl
Prompts: Pistachio #25: morning after, Green Cheese #19: extra-terrestrial, Heavenly Hash #25: nothing like it + whipped cream
Rating: PG
Words: 436
Summary: Family fluff. Atlas takes a good look at his new daughter.
The light knock on the door pulled Atlas out of his doze. He glanced at his wife, still sleeping, then hurried to answer it.
A nurse was pushing the hospital bassinet that held a small bundle wrapped tightly in a pink blanket. “We’ve finished all the standard tests. Firebird’s a perfectly healthy little girl. She’ll be looking to be fed soon,” the nurse said.
“I’ll take her,” Atlas answered softly, mindful of Paloma. She’d stated in explicit detail what she’d like to do to him for making her go through the pain of giving birth to his child; he’d like to give her enough time to calm down from that mood before he woke her up.
Atlas pulled the bassinet inside then closed the door behind him. He hesitated for a moment before he worked up the courage to actually pick up the fragile newborn. Yes, he’d been around plenty of nieces, nephews, and godchildren so he knew how to handle a small baby, but it felt so much more important that he do it correctly with this child.
Carefully, Atlas lifted the little pink bundle and set it in the crook of his arms. Firebird was quiet but wide awake, her dark brown eyes staring solemnly up at him. This wasn’t the first time he’d held her. He’d been the one to carry the baby to Paloma after she’d been born, but this was different. That moment had been full of relief that the birthing was over and elation that he had a screaming baby in his hands. This moment was quiet, serene, and so utterly disarming that Atlas had trouble breathing.
This was his baby. He’d helped create this. That one night nine months ago had been the precursor to his daughter was a wonder Atlas couldn’t fathom. He was elated. Terrified. Completely in love.
“How does she look?” Paloma asked softly.
He looked up at his wife, still drowsy with sleep, and was overwhelmed again. That God would let him have not one, but two, perfect women in his life was unimaginable. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this, but he knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do to make his girls safe and happy. “Like you,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.
The corners of Paloma’s mouth lifted in her characteristic half-smirk, though the soft look in her eyes dampened her usual sharp humor. “Lucky girl.”
“No,” Atlas said, looking back down at Firebird. She was wriggling in the confines of her blanket more, her face contorting into the beginnings of a hungry cry. “I’m the lucky one here.”
Story: Blaze Mafia Family
Title: Just in Case
Prompts: Pistachio #18: I should have known, Heavenly Hash #14: in good faith + whipped cream
Rating: PG13 for squicky talk
Words: 403
Summary: This isn’t how Edan gets his heart, but it should come as no surprise that the Blazes would be willing to go to this length to get him a donor. This is Doc, in case you don't remember.
“Doc, we need a favor.”
There was a short pause over the phone line. “That’s...different.”
Nicky knew where the hesitation in the Doc’s voice came from. They had a very strictly defined relationship. The mafia provided corpses and the surgeon removed anything of monetary value in exchange for whatever body part caught his eye. It was a working relationship with minimum contact and definitely no friendly favors.
Still, if there was ever a time to take this relationship to a new level, now was it. “We’ll pay well.”
“You usually do. What’s the favor?”
“The boss’s son needs a heart transplant.”
“Son? Since when has Atlas Blaze had a son?”
“Since two weeks ago. He was born premature and he’s got a heart defect. The surgeons went in and fixed it temporarily but the kid has to have a new heart or he’s not going to make it to his first birthday.”
“Lamentable, but what does this have to do with me?”
“We haven’t found a donor yet.”
The phone line was silent for an uncomfortably long time but Nicky didn’t speak up.
“I’m qualified to work on infants,” the Doc finally said.
“It’s more than that,” Nicky sighed. “We’re not going to go around killing babies until we find a match. We need you to find the donor.”
“No.”
“Why not?” Nicky asked calmly. Intimidation didn’t work nearly as well as logic did with the Doc.
“The work I do during the day and the work I do during the night are strictly separate. I won’t take the chance of being caught.”
“The Family doesn’t want you to get caught any more than you do, especially in this case.”
The phone line was quiet but Nicky could feel the Doc thinking. Nicky decided to just have out with the truth. “Doc, you’ve got us by the short hairs with this one. When I say we’ll pay well, I mean you name the price and we’ll pay it, no questions asked.”
Silence.
“Anything?” the Doc finally said.
“Pretty damn close.”
The Doc sighed. “This is going to take time, you understand that. And I’m going to need complete access to Atlas’ child’s records as well as your family’s ability to wipe my tracks clean. And I won’t be the one to kill the donor.”
“Done. We’ll get you the records by tomorrow night. Find us a donor and we’ll discuss payment.”
Title: Why Wait?
Prompts: Pistachio #28: waiting, Heavenly Hash #15: holier than thou + whipped cream
Rating: PG
Words: 154
Summary: This is gratuitous kid-Firebird silliness. It should come as no surprise that Firebird is hell on waiting rooms. She’s eight here.
“Daddy, I don’t want to be here anymore.”
“You haven’t seen the dentist yet,” Atlas pointed out.
Firebird slouched back in her seat, bored. “He’s taking too long.”
“We’ve only been waiting for ten minutes.”
“But why do we have to wait?”
“Because the dentist is seeing other people.”
“What other people?”
Atlas sighed, “Just other people, Firebird.”
Firebird stuck her lower lip out in an overblown pout. “I shouldn’t have to wait for just regular old people.”
“Oh? What makes you so much better?”
She glanced up at her dad with a look normally reserved for the daft. “Because I’m a Blaze.”
The entire waiting room looked over at Atlas roaring with laughter. He wrapped an arm around his little girl’s shoulders and kissed her forehead. “Yes you are, baby girl. But dentists are a special case. Even the Blazes have to wait their turn here.”
“Well that’s stupid.”
Story: Blaze Mafia Family
Title: Daddy’s Girl
Prompts: Pistachio #25: morning after, Green Cheese #19: extra-terrestrial, Heavenly Hash #25: nothing like it + whipped cream
Rating: PG
Words: 436
Summary: Family fluff. Atlas takes a good look at his new daughter.
The light knock on the door pulled Atlas out of his doze. He glanced at his wife, still sleeping, then hurried to answer it.
A nurse was pushing the hospital bassinet that held a small bundle wrapped tightly in a pink blanket. “We’ve finished all the standard tests. Firebird’s a perfectly healthy little girl. She’ll be looking to be fed soon,” the nurse said.
“I’ll take her,” Atlas answered softly, mindful of Paloma. She’d stated in explicit detail what she’d like to do to him for making her go through the pain of giving birth to his child; he’d like to give her enough time to calm down from that mood before he woke her up.
Atlas pulled the bassinet inside then closed the door behind him. He hesitated for a moment before he worked up the courage to actually pick up the fragile newborn. Yes, he’d been around plenty of nieces, nephews, and godchildren so he knew how to handle a small baby, but it felt so much more important that he do it correctly with this child.
Carefully, Atlas lifted the little pink bundle and set it in the crook of his arms. Firebird was quiet but wide awake, her dark brown eyes staring solemnly up at him. This wasn’t the first time he’d held her. He’d been the one to carry the baby to Paloma after she’d been born, but this was different. That moment had been full of relief that the birthing was over and elation that he had a screaming baby in his hands. This moment was quiet, serene, and so utterly disarming that Atlas had trouble breathing.
This was his baby. He’d helped create this. That one night nine months ago had been the precursor to his daughter was a wonder Atlas couldn’t fathom. He was elated. Terrified. Completely in love.
“How does she look?” Paloma asked softly.
He looked up at his wife, still drowsy with sleep, and was overwhelmed again. That God would let him have not one, but two, perfect women in his life was unimaginable. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this, but he knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do to make his girls safe and happy. “Like you,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.
The corners of Paloma’s mouth lifted in her characteristic half-smirk, though the soft look in her eyes dampened her usual sharp humor. “Lucky girl.”
“No,” Atlas said, looking back down at Firebird. She was wriggling in the confines of her blanket more, her face contorting into the beginnings of a hungry cry. “I’m the lucky one here.”
Story: Blaze Mafia Family
Title: Just in Case
Prompts: Pistachio #18: I should have known, Heavenly Hash #14: in good faith + whipped cream
Rating: PG13 for squicky talk
Words: 403
Summary: This isn’t how Edan gets his heart, but it should come as no surprise that the Blazes would be willing to go to this length to get him a donor. This is Doc, in case you don't remember.
“Doc, we need a favor.”
There was a short pause over the phone line. “That’s...different.”
Nicky knew where the hesitation in the Doc’s voice came from. They had a very strictly defined relationship. The mafia provided corpses and the surgeon removed anything of monetary value in exchange for whatever body part caught his eye. It was a working relationship with minimum contact and definitely no friendly favors.
Still, if there was ever a time to take this relationship to a new level, now was it. “We’ll pay well.”
“You usually do. What’s the favor?”
“The boss’s son needs a heart transplant.”
“Son? Since when has Atlas Blaze had a son?”
“Since two weeks ago. He was born premature and he’s got a heart defect. The surgeons went in and fixed it temporarily but the kid has to have a new heart or he’s not going to make it to his first birthday.”
“Lamentable, but what does this have to do with me?”
“We haven’t found a donor yet.”
The phone line was silent for an uncomfortably long time but Nicky didn’t speak up.
“I’m qualified to work on infants,” the Doc finally said.
“It’s more than that,” Nicky sighed. “We’re not going to go around killing babies until we find a match. We need you to find the donor.”
“No.”
“Why not?” Nicky asked calmly. Intimidation didn’t work nearly as well as logic did with the Doc.
“The work I do during the day and the work I do during the night are strictly separate. I won’t take the chance of being caught.”
“The Family doesn’t want you to get caught any more than you do, especially in this case.”
The phone line was quiet but Nicky could feel the Doc thinking. Nicky decided to just have out with the truth. “Doc, you’ve got us by the short hairs with this one. When I say we’ll pay well, I mean you name the price and we’ll pay it, no questions asked.”
Silence.
“Anything?” the Doc finally said.
“Pretty damn close.”
The Doc sighed. “This is going to take time, you understand that. And I’m going to need complete access to Atlas’ child’s records as well as your family’s ability to wipe my tracks clean. And I won’t be the one to kill the donor.”
“Done. We’ll get you the records by tomorrow night. Find us a donor and we’ll discuss payment.”