Big Sis
Title: The Fick Family Circus - Snapshot #2
Author: m_buggie
Fandom: “Generation Kill”
Pairing: Colbert/Fick
Word Count: 646 for Snapshot #2
Rating: PG
Standard Disclaimer: This is based off performances in the HBO miniseries, not the actual soldiers. The only thing I own is the computer I wrote this on. I make no profit and mean no disrespect so please don’t sue.
Author’s Note: This takes place in the Big Damn AU of Doom-verse…I think that says it all.
~x~x~
“So you’re coming to my wedding, right?”
Maureen Fick did not change her name when she got married. She saw no point to bothering with married names and maiden names because none of that nonsense had been an issue with her: the first words out of her mouth after saying, “yes, I’ll marry you,” were, “by the way, I’m keeping my name.” And - frugal as Maureen was - it wasn’t just about saving money on the boxes of business cards and personalized stationary that she had stockpiled in her office. She was genuinely proud of her name, proud of her family. She liked being recognizable as the daughter of Niel Fick, upstanding attorney at law and prosecutor of the criminal justice system. She liked being associated with her mother Jane, the humanitarian and social worker who’d been featured on the six o’clock news no less than twice for going above and beyond the call of duty.
Being a Fick in Baltimore was like having a badge of honor and as far as Maureen was concerned she wasn’t marrying into her husband’s family, he was marrying into hers. And besides, by that point the young aspiring legal counsel was already kicking in the glass ceiling at the corporation she worked at and was establishing herself as the go-to-ball-buster of the litigations department so altering her easily identifiable name just because she got hitched seemed like a foolish move, in Maureen’s opinion.
And if there was one thing that could be said about Maureen Fick it was that she did not suffer fools or foolish actions gladly. She had a reputation. Aside from being physically imposing - she stood almost as tall as her brother Nathaniel, even without high heels - Maureen was a pragmatist who liked doing things as efficiently as possible.
She kept her birth name when she married and thus avoided both paperwork and having to update all her personal and professional contacts. She wore a white pantsuit when she said “I do,” because she couldn’t justify the purchase of a dress that she’d wear only once and then pack away into her parents’ attic. The wedding ceremony itself was a simple one comprised of a document being signed at City Hall in the presence of her parents and one of her husband’s friends.
Maureen was also, when you got right down to it, something of a conservative. It made her unpopular with younger sister Stephanie, who gallivanted about making pottery and spewing poetry like the misplaced modern day hippie that she was. It also put her at odds with little brother Nathaniel: Nathaniel, who had shocked her years before by coming out of the closet and bringing his boyfriend to Thanksgiving with the family. Nathaniel, whom Maureen had worried would cast a different light on the Fick name when he announced he was gay. Nathaniel, who was calling her from New York City and sounding both excited and worried in the same breath.
“Maury? You’re coming to my wedding, right?” he asked again.
She could practically hear him frowning over the phone. Little Nate, always so concerned. Maureen bit her tongue. It wouldn’t do either of them good for her to scold him for putting her in a position of having to explain that her brother was going to become the proverbial Mrs. Brad Colbert or however the hell things worked out in the gay world. She stopped herself from mentioning how her husband was uncomfortable with the whole thing and wasn’t sure how much exposure their two kids should have to “that sort of thing.” Instead, she took a deep breath and sighed.
“Of course I am, Natty,” she finally replied, grinning softly in spite of herself.
“Thank you, Maury.”
“So tell me, baby brother, will you be keeping your name?”
Nate Fick laughed.
Maureen wouldn’t let him get off the phone until he said yes.
Author: m_buggie
Fandom: “Generation Kill”
Pairing: Colbert/Fick
Word Count: 646 for Snapshot #2
Rating: PG
Standard Disclaimer: This is based off performances in the HBO miniseries, not the actual soldiers. The only thing I own is the computer I wrote this on. I make no profit and mean no disrespect so please don’t sue.
Author’s Note: This takes place in the Big Damn AU of Doom-verse…I think that says it all.
~x~x~
“So you’re coming to my wedding, right?”
Maureen Fick did not change her name when she got married. She saw no point to bothering with married names and maiden names because none of that nonsense had been an issue with her: the first words out of her mouth after saying, “yes, I’ll marry you,” were, “by the way, I’m keeping my name.” And - frugal as Maureen was - it wasn’t just about saving money on the boxes of business cards and personalized stationary that she had stockpiled in her office. She was genuinely proud of her name, proud of her family. She liked being recognizable as the daughter of Niel Fick, upstanding attorney at law and prosecutor of the criminal justice system. She liked being associated with her mother Jane, the humanitarian and social worker who’d been featured on the six o’clock news no less than twice for going above and beyond the call of duty.
Being a Fick in Baltimore was like having a badge of honor and as far as Maureen was concerned she wasn’t marrying into her husband’s family, he was marrying into hers. And besides, by that point the young aspiring legal counsel was already kicking in the glass ceiling at the corporation she worked at and was establishing herself as the go-to-ball-buster of the litigations department so altering her easily identifiable name just because she got hitched seemed like a foolish move, in Maureen’s opinion.
And if there was one thing that could be said about Maureen Fick it was that she did not suffer fools or foolish actions gladly. She had a reputation. Aside from being physically imposing - she stood almost as tall as her brother Nathaniel, even without high heels - Maureen was a pragmatist who liked doing things as efficiently as possible.
She kept her birth name when she married and thus avoided both paperwork and having to update all her personal and professional contacts. She wore a white pantsuit when she said “I do,” because she couldn’t justify the purchase of a dress that she’d wear only once and then pack away into her parents’ attic. The wedding ceremony itself was a simple one comprised of a document being signed at City Hall in the presence of her parents and one of her husband’s friends.
Maureen was also, when you got right down to it, something of a conservative. It made her unpopular with younger sister Stephanie, who gallivanted about making pottery and spewing poetry like the misplaced modern day hippie that she was. It also put her at odds with little brother Nathaniel: Nathaniel, who had shocked her years before by coming out of the closet and bringing his boyfriend to Thanksgiving with the family. Nathaniel, whom Maureen had worried would cast a different light on the Fick name when he announced he was gay. Nathaniel, who was calling her from New York City and sounding both excited and worried in the same breath.
“Maury? You’re coming to my wedding, right?” he asked again.
She could practically hear him frowning over the phone. Little Nate, always so concerned. Maureen bit her tongue. It wouldn’t do either of them good for her to scold him for putting her in a position of having to explain that her brother was going to become the proverbial Mrs. Brad Colbert or however the hell things worked out in the gay world. She stopped herself from mentioning how her husband was uncomfortable with the whole thing and wasn’t sure how much exposure their two kids should have to “that sort of thing.” Instead, she took a deep breath and sighed.
“Of course I am, Natty,” she finally replied, grinning softly in spite of herself.
“Thank you, Maury.”
“So tell me, baby brother, will you be keeping your name?”
Nate Fick laughed.
Maureen wouldn’t let him get off the phone until he said yes.