Challenge response ficlet
The Reason
By: PD
Pairing: well, none really, but read into it and there could be!
Rating: G
Summary: It's the early as hell years, AUish in the respect that Colin and Ryan are best friends right out of high school. This is the conversation when Ryan tells his dad of his career decision.
Hope kekona_iolana like this response to her challenge of a protective!Colin, no matter how muted it may be :)
-PD
“I still can’t believe you,” Ryan’s father huffed for the fifth time that evening. “How could you make such a … decision? For God’s sake, a comedian? Why don’t you just sign up for AA and get it over with?”
“They aren’t all alcoholics, Dad. I know I’ll be good at it, and besides, you know how much I hate getting fall down drunk!”
The older man scowled darkly at his son, already at eye level with him and still growing with a mop of unruly hair that he should have had cut years ago. Behind him, quieter and infinitely more personable was his best friend young Colin Mochrie recently come for a visit from Canada. He was his son’s exact opposite in every way; neat, ordered, and with a bright future in science in front of him. Colin waved meekly before Mr. Stiles turned back to his son, the youngest of five. “A comedian’s life is so unfulfilling. No stable income, hanging around with drunkards and addicts, and that is no life for any son of mine.” He said with an air of finality that made Ryan square is shoulders and set his jaw.
However, Colin beat him to the punch. “Isn’t that his choice?” his voice was soft and reserved as it always was. The two Stiles men glanced down at him. He felt like he was under a microscope, and he hastened to finish his thought, “I mean, he’s been 18 for about half a year, moved out for longer than that…right?” Colin blushed and fidgeted with his coat buttons. He chanced a glance to see Ryan looking at him with great affection painted all over his features, making him warm down to his toes. The warm fuzzy feeling left immediately when he turned to Mr. Stiles, grey-green eyes icy.
“Regardless, he’s my son and I know what’s best for him in these kinds of matters,”
“You’ve been a comedian before?” Colin asked curiously.
The man flushed, face stony. “No-,”
“Well…” Colin looked away, playing with a piece of lint from his pocket before looking back up to his best friends angry father. “Why don’t you let him give this a try? I’ll make sure he doesn’t become a crack addict with a dash of alcoholism,” he tried for a joke but it fell flat, though he thought he saw Ryan hide a smile.
“You? But you’re going to University next spring. You can’t possibly follow my son around as you study for a major in biology,” he crossed his arms, a frown in place.
Colin blushed again, “Actually I was going with him,”
Mr. Stiles deflated, “But, your marine biology!”
“Yeah, aboot that,” he rubbed the back of his neck, his accent becoming slightly more pronounced under the stress. “Ry convinced me to get up on stage, and well… I tell you, nothing is better at making you realize your one true calling than ripping your pants onstage in front of hundreds of strangers,” Ryan laughed, patting Colin on the shoulder. Mr. Stiles just scowled, throwing his hands up in the air in a gesture of submission, stalking away with a great growl.
Mrs. Stiles peeked around the corner with a great grin on her face. “Well done Colin, for some odd reason my husband listens to you,”
“It runs in the family,” Ryan smirked, throwing an arm around Colin’s shoulders.
He blushed, “Well, somebody had to stand up for you,” he looked up at Ryan, his brown eyes shining.
“I’m glad you did,” Ryan’s mom pecked their cheeks, “Now get going, you have our blessing. Your flight for Toronto leaves in about an hour!”
By: PD
Pairing: well, none really, but read into it and there could be!
Rating: G
Summary: It's the early as hell years, AUish in the respect that Colin and Ryan are best friends right out of high school. This is the conversation when Ryan tells his dad of his career decision.
Hope kekona_iolana like this response to her challenge of a protective!Colin, no matter how muted it may be :)
-PD
“I still can’t believe you,” Ryan’s father huffed for the fifth time that evening. “How could you make such a … decision? For God’s sake, a comedian? Why don’t you just sign up for AA and get it over with?”
“They aren’t all alcoholics, Dad. I know I’ll be good at it, and besides, you know how much I hate getting fall down drunk!”
The older man scowled darkly at his son, already at eye level with him and still growing with a mop of unruly hair that he should have had cut years ago. Behind him, quieter and infinitely more personable was his best friend young Colin Mochrie recently come for a visit from Canada. He was his son’s exact opposite in every way; neat, ordered, and with a bright future in science in front of him. Colin waved meekly before Mr. Stiles turned back to his son, the youngest of five. “A comedian’s life is so unfulfilling. No stable income, hanging around with drunkards and addicts, and that is no life for any son of mine.” He said with an air of finality that made Ryan square is shoulders and set his jaw.
However, Colin beat him to the punch. “Isn’t that his choice?” his voice was soft and reserved as it always was. The two Stiles men glanced down at him. He felt like he was under a microscope, and he hastened to finish his thought, “I mean, he’s been 18 for about half a year, moved out for longer than that…right?” Colin blushed and fidgeted with his coat buttons. He chanced a glance to see Ryan looking at him with great affection painted all over his features, making him warm down to his toes. The warm fuzzy feeling left immediately when he turned to Mr. Stiles, grey-green eyes icy.
“Regardless, he’s my son and I know what’s best for him in these kinds of matters,”
“You’ve been a comedian before?” Colin asked curiously.
The man flushed, face stony. “No-,”
“Well…” Colin looked away, playing with a piece of lint from his pocket before looking back up to his best friends angry father. “Why don’t you let him give this a try? I’ll make sure he doesn’t become a crack addict with a dash of alcoholism,” he tried for a joke but it fell flat, though he thought he saw Ryan hide a smile.
“You? But you’re going to University next spring. You can’t possibly follow my son around as you study for a major in biology,” he crossed his arms, a frown in place.
Colin blushed again, “Actually I was going with him,”
Mr. Stiles deflated, “But, your marine biology!”
“Yeah, aboot that,” he rubbed the back of his neck, his accent becoming slightly more pronounced under the stress. “Ry convinced me to get up on stage, and well… I tell you, nothing is better at making you realize your one true calling than ripping your pants onstage in front of hundreds of strangers,” Ryan laughed, patting Colin on the shoulder. Mr. Stiles just scowled, throwing his hands up in the air in a gesture of submission, stalking away with a great growl.
Mrs. Stiles peeked around the corner with a great grin on her face. “Well done Colin, for some odd reason my husband listens to you,”
“It runs in the family,” Ryan smirked, throwing an arm around Colin’s shoulders.
He blushed, “Well, somebody had to stand up for you,” he looked up at Ryan, his brown eyes shining.
“I’m glad you did,” Ryan’s mom pecked their cheeks, “Now get going, you have our blessing. Your flight for Toronto leaves in about an hour!”