Fic: Stars Misaligned -- Part III - Robin
Title: Stars Misaligned
Summary: In hindsight, he really should never have answered the phone.
Pairing: Don/Robin
Genre: Humour/Romance
Rating: 14A
Spoilers: Set season 5, no specific spoliers.
Part 5/11
Taking a long calming breath, Robin leaned against the fence of her parents' back porch watching a squirrel digging in the yard before her. It was getting dark now, and above her a crescent moon was clearly visible in the evening sky. Not that Robin really noticed, her mind was too occupied slowly replayed the conversation she had just had with her parents. Her father, had finally found his voice, and he did not seem to agree with his wife's comment that Don's job did not matter. Apparently, 'it did in fact matter, and Robin really ought to be able to see that for herself.'
Thankfully, due to a buzzer from the kitchen indicating that dinner required attention, the conversation had been aborted before it could become a repeat of the arguments they used to have over Robin's job. While her parents were otherwise engaged, Robin had taken the opportunity to disappear out back. Although she was not usually one to back down from a fight, in fact she made a career out of arguing, she was just too tired to get into it with her parents today, and it was not like anything she ever said to them seemed to make a difference anyway. She really, really ought to have stayed in bed, and made Don stay too. The day would have turned out much nicer that way.
She had of course realized that she would eventually have to tell her parents what Don did for a living, she had just assumed Don would have been there at the time and her parents would have been to busy being polite hosts to comment. Of course, maybe it's better this way, she thought. While her parents may have not said anything in front of Don about their disapproval, she supposed her nephews would have been less tactful, and would have just directed their barrage of questions at Don himself, and that would have been awkward. At least for him.
"Hey," Hannah's voice came from behind her, startling Robin and causing her to jump slightly.
"I didn't hear you come out." She replied after a moment, glancing over her shoulder to see her older sister silhouetted by the house lights.
Hannah came up beside her and leaned on the fence next to her. "You want a drink?" She asked holding a cooler out to Robin.
"Definitely." Robin replied taking the offered bottle, "Though I think I could use something a little stronger though."
"Yeah, that uh, didn't go over so well did it?"
Robin snorted quietly, understatement of the year. "No kidding. They still in the kitchen?"
"I think so." Hannah replied glancing back over her shoulder towards the house. "Look Robin, I'm sorry about the boys, I guess their imaginations are a little too developed." She said with a small almost nervous laugh. "I'm sure he's a perfectly nice guy. And it's not like it's as bad as their all making it out to be, right?"
Robin turned to look at her sister confused, "What do you mean?"
"Him being a federal agent. I mean I'm sure lots of cops and agents never even have to use their weapon in the field, sure it's not the safest job, but it's not like he goes off dodging bullets and bombs everyday right?" Hannah replied sipping on a second cooler that she had brought out.
Robin turned her gaze back towards the back lawn, not wanting to reply. She was sure Hannah was right, lots of agents probably did go through most of their career without being involved in too many life-or-death situations. However, those agents did not work in the violent crime squad like Don, more likely they worked white-collar crimes, or counter-intelligence. Not to say Don did not have cases that were less dangerous, but as a general rule, most of the cases he worked had at least the potential to turn deadly.
In fact Robin knew all too well what kind of risks Don's job entailed, and she really could not deny that he had taken lives in the line of duty either. As it was, she still occasionally had nightmares recalling the night she had come far too close to becoming an assassin's next victim, and while she was eternally grateful to Don's timely arrival, she really did not think that was something she should mention to her family, ever.
"You know," She said at last deciding a change of subject would be her safest response, "I actually kind of wish Jonathan were here. What was his excuse this time anyway?"
"Hm?" Her sister asked, "Oh I don't know, does he even need one anymore?" Jonathan, their younger brother was a video game designer in Seattle, and he possessed the skill to somehow talk his way out of coming home ninety percent of the time he was asked. "I think he promised to come over for Easter weekend or something."
"Not likely." Robin replied, while at the same time wishing she had thought to try that, even though it would likely not have changed anything, at least she could have delayed it longer. And maybe Don would have actually shown up.
"Yeah, but I really don't think that even his extreme lack of a life could distract Mom from that little announcement you just made in there." Hannah commented. Although nearly thirty, their brother managed to spend nearly all of his free time glued to various computer games, something Robin could not really understand as he spent all day at work designing them. As a result, the vast majority of his friends, excluding the one who shared his apartment, were known to him only by the sound of their voices over his headset and as their character's image on his game screen.
"Yeah, you're probably right." Robin replied with a sigh. "It's a shame he isn't still dating that girl he met online, Mom really did not like her."
Hannah laughed, "No she did not. But hey, I'm sure everything will be fine." She assured her sister, "They'll like him once they get to know him."
"Assuming he ever gets here." Robin mumbled turning back towards the house. "I guess we should go back in huh?"
"Probably." Hannah replied heading for the door, "They'll change their minds Robin, don't worry about it so much."
"Easy for you to say," Robin muttered as she followed her sister in, "You married a surgeon."
Summary: In hindsight, he really should never have answered the phone.
Pairing: Don/Robin
Genre: Humour/Romance
Rating: 14A
Spoilers: Set season 5, no specific spoliers.
Part 5/11
Taking a long calming breath, Robin leaned against the fence of her parents' back porch watching a squirrel digging in the yard before her. It was getting dark now, and above her a crescent moon was clearly visible in the evening sky. Not that Robin really noticed, her mind was too occupied slowly replayed the conversation she had just had with her parents. Her father, had finally found his voice, and he did not seem to agree with his wife's comment that Don's job did not matter. Apparently, 'it did in fact matter, and Robin really ought to be able to see that for herself.'
Thankfully, due to a buzzer from the kitchen indicating that dinner required attention, the conversation had been aborted before it could become a repeat of the arguments they used to have over Robin's job. While her parents were otherwise engaged, Robin had taken the opportunity to disappear out back. Although she was not usually one to back down from a fight, in fact she made a career out of arguing, she was just too tired to get into it with her parents today, and it was not like anything she ever said to them seemed to make a difference anyway. She really, really ought to have stayed in bed, and made Don stay too. The day would have turned out much nicer that way.
She had of course realized that she would eventually have to tell her parents what Don did for a living, she had just assumed Don would have been there at the time and her parents would have been to busy being polite hosts to comment. Of course, maybe it's better this way, she thought. While her parents may have not said anything in front of Don about their disapproval, she supposed her nephews would have been less tactful, and would have just directed their barrage of questions at Don himself, and that would have been awkward. At least for him.
"Hey," Hannah's voice came from behind her, startling Robin and causing her to jump slightly.
"I didn't hear you come out." She replied after a moment, glancing over her shoulder to see her older sister silhouetted by the house lights.
Hannah came up beside her and leaned on the fence next to her. "You want a drink?" She asked holding a cooler out to Robin.
"Definitely." Robin replied taking the offered bottle, "Though I think I could use something a little stronger though."
"Yeah, that uh, didn't go over so well did it?"
Robin snorted quietly, understatement of the year. "No kidding. They still in the kitchen?"
"I think so." Hannah replied glancing back over her shoulder towards the house. "Look Robin, I'm sorry about the boys, I guess their imaginations are a little too developed." She said with a small almost nervous laugh. "I'm sure he's a perfectly nice guy. And it's not like it's as bad as their all making it out to be, right?"
Robin turned to look at her sister confused, "What do you mean?"
"Him being a federal agent. I mean I'm sure lots of cops and agents never even have to use their weapon in the field, sure it's not the safest job, but it's not like he goes off dodging bullets and bombs everyday right?" Hannah replied sipping on a second cooler that she had brought out.
Robin turned her gaze back towards the back lawn, not wanting to reply. She was sure Hannah was right, lots of agents probably did go through most of their career without being involved in too many life-or-death situations. However, those agents did not work in the violent crime squad like Don, more likely they worked white-collar crimes, or counter-intelligence. Not to say Don did not have cases that were less dangerous, but as a general rule, most of the cases he worked had at least the potential to turn deadly.
In fact Robin knew all too well what kind of risks Don's job entailed, and she really could not deny that he had taken lives in the line of duty either. As it was, she still occasionally had nightmares recalling the night she had come far too close to becoming an assassin's next victim, and while she was eternally grateful to Don's timely arrival, she really did not think that was something she should mention to her family, ever.
"You know," She said at last deciding a change of subject would be her safest response, "I actually kind of wish Jonathan were here. What was his excuse this time anyway?"
"Hm?" Her sister asked, "Oh I don't know, does he even need one anymore?" Jonathan, their younger brother was a video game designer in Seattle, and he possessed the skill to somehow talk his way out of coming home ninety percent of the time he was asked. "I think he promised to come over for Easter weekend or something."
"Not likely." Robin replied, while at the same time wishing she had thought to try that, even though it would likely not have changed anything, at least she could have delayed it longer. And maybe Don would have actually shown up.
"Yeah, but I really don't think that even his extreme lack of a life could distract Mom from that little announcement you just made in there." Hannah commented. Although nearly thirty, their brother managed to spend nearly all of his free time glued to various computer games, something Robin could not really understand as he spent all day at work designing them. As a result, the vast majority of his friends, excluding the one who shared his apartment, were known to him only by the sound of their voices over his headset and as their character's image on his game screen.
"Yeah, you're probably right." Robin replied with a sigh. "It's a shame he isn't still dating that girl he met online, Mom really did not like her."
Hannah laughed, "No she did not. But hey, I'm sure everything will be fine." She assured her sister, "They'll like him once they get to know him."
"Assuming he ever gets here." Robin mumbled turning back towards the house. "I guess we should go back in huh?"
"Probably." Hannah replied heading for the door, "They'll change their minds Robin, don't worry about it so much."
"Easy for you to say," Robin muttered as she followed her sister in, "You married a surgeon."