Ficlet: With Crismon in Triumph Flashing (GH, Scrubs, Lana Verse)
Title: With Crimson in Triumph Flashing
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 8 - Passion
Pairing/Character(s): Robin/Patrick, Lana
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: 880
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lana!AU.
Summary: “Only the letter I’ve been waiting for since fall!”
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus.
Lana skidded in the front door, clutching the mail tightly in her fist.
“Mom, Dad, are you home?” she called loudly, dropping her school and dance bags on the floor and kicking off her shoes. She ran into the kitchen, where she found her parents kissing, Patrick pressing Robin back into the refrigerator.
She made a face. “Ew, is there no place in this house you two won’t play grab ass?”
Patrick pulled back, slumping his head against the refrigerator. “You know, if someone would knock first…”
Robin laughed, and pushed Patrick off of her. “What’s up?”
Lana rolled her eyes at Patrick. “First of all, I shouted the minute I walked in the door. If you didn’t hear me, well…”
“Fine, fine…” Patrick grumbled. “I’ll repeat your mother’s question. What’s up?”
She held up the mail. “Did neither of you bother to check this when you got home?”
Robin and Patrick traded amused glances.
“Clearly not,” Robin said laughingly. “What’s in there?”
“Only the letter I’ve been waiting for since fall!” Lana announced, holding up an envelope with the Harvard logo sitting prominently in the return address position.
“Aren’t you going to open it?” Patrick asked, leaning his elbows down on the counter.
Lana started to tear it open, and then suddenly stopped. “What if they said no?”
“They’re not going to say no,” Robin said encouragingly. “Aren’t you at the top of your class? Don’t you have a ton of extracurriculars?”
Lana chewed her lip nervously. “Yeah, but so are lots of other people.”
Patrick rounded the counter and wrapped an arm around Lana’s shoulders. “You did everything you could to get in. If they don’t want you they’re morons, since I’m sure lots of other schools will be fighting to have you.”
Lana rolled her eyes and leaned her head against Patrick’s shoulder. “You have to say that. But thank you.”
He tightened his arm. “Anytime, sweetheart.”
Robin came around and wrapped her arm around Lana from the other side. “Ready to open it?”
Lana took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing.” She tore the rest of the envelope open and pulled out the letter within. Her hands fumbled as she unfolded it and she scanned it as quickly as she could, a wide smile breaking out on her face as she absorbed the contents.
“Well?” Patrick asked impatiently, trying to peer over her shoulder to read the letter himself.
“I got in!” Lana squealed, throwing her arms around Patrick’s neck. “I got in, I got in, I got in!”
Patrick beamed at Robin over Lana’s shoulder. “I knew you could do it, sweetheart” He wrapped his arms around her tightly. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispered in her ear.
Robin tapped Lana on the shoulder. “Do I get to hug the newest soon to be Harvard bound freshman?”
Lana spun around and threw herself into Robin’s arms. “Mommy!”
Robin hugged her back, stroking Lana’s hair gently. “You did so good, baby girl. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks, Mom.” Lana drew back, and smiled widely at her parents. “I’m going to go call Molly and let her know, okay? She’s going to be so psyched to have us going to the same school again!”
“Go,” Patrick ordered. “How about we go for a fancy celebratory dinner tonight? I’ll see if we can snag reservations at the Riverside Grill?”
“Really?” Lana squealed happily. “You’re the best, Daddy!” She threw herself back into his arms and kissed his cheek quickly. She ran out of the room, calling behind her “Let me know what time, okay?”
Robin and Patrick watched her go with bemusement on their faces.
Patrick wrapped his arm around Robin’s shoulders, as they leaned back against the edge of the counter. Robin laid her head against his chest, and sighed. “I can’t believe she’s old enough to have gotten into college.”
Patrick pressed a kiss to the top of Robin’s head. “I know.”
“Shouldn’t you be more freaked out than me?” Robin asked curiously, tilting her head up to look at Patrick. “You realize this means your little girl, the one you’ve wanted to lock in a tower somewhere since the day she was born, is going to be moving away, living on her own…”
“Stop!” Patrick covered his ears with his hands. “Stop saying these things.” He looked down at Robin and pouted. “You’re being mean.”
“Aw, poor thing,” Robin said sympathetically, sliding her hands up his chest and linking her hands around his neck. “How can I make it up to you?”
Patrick tilted his head to the side, considering. “Well, you could help take my mind off all those awful images you just put into my head.”
Robin nodded solemnly. “Tell you what, I’ll go upstairs and draw a bath so that I can get ready for this extravagant evening out you’ve promised our daughter, while you make reservations.” She pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. “And when you’re finished…” she drawled, stepping out of his arms and heading out of the kitchen, “You can join me.” She winked at him, and he could hear her footsteps as she ran up the stairs.
Patrick reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
Suddenly making a phone call seemed very important.
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 8 - Passion
Pairing/Character(s): Robin/Patrick, Lana
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: 880
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lana!AU.
Summary: “Only the letter I’ve been waiting for since fall!”
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus.
Lana skidded in the front door, clutching the mail tightly in her fist.
“Mom, Dad, are you home?” she called loudly, dropping her school and dance bags on the floor and kicking off her shoes. She ran into the kitchen, where she found her parents kissing, Patrick pressing Robin back into the refrigerator.
She made a face. “Ew, is there no place in this house you two won’t play grab ass?”
Patrick pulled back, slumping his head against the refrigerator. “You know, if someone would knock first…”
Robin laughed, and pushed Patrick off of her. “What’s up?”
Lana rolled her eyes at Patrick. “First of all, I shouted the minute I walked in the door. If you didn’t hear me, well…”
“Fine, fine…” Patrick grumbled. “I’ll repeat your mother’s question. What’s up?”
She held up the mail. “Did neither of you bother to check this when you got home?”
Robin and Patrick traded amused glances.
“Clearly not,” Robin said laughingly. “What’s in there?”
“Only the letter I’ve been waiting for since fall!” Lana announced, holding up an envelope with the Harvard logo sitting prominently in the return address position.
“Aren’t you going to open it?” Patrick asked, leaning his elbows down on the counter.
Lana started to tear it open, and then suddenly stopped. “What if they said no?”
“They’re not going to say no,” Robin said encouragingly. “Aren’t you at the top of your class? Don’t you have a ton of extracurriculars?”
Lana chewed her lip nervously. “Yeah, but so are lots of other people.”
Patrick rounded the counter and wrapped an arm around Lana’s shoulders. “You did everything you could to get in. If they don’t want you they’re morons, since I’m sure lots of other schools will be fighting to have you.”
Lana rolled her eyes and leaned her head against Patrick’s shoulder. “You have to say that. But thank you.”
He tightened his arm. “Anytime, sweetheart.”
Robin came around and wrapped her arm around Lana from the other side. “Ready to open it?”
Lana took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing.” She tore the rest of the envelope open and pulled out the letter within. Her hands fumbled as she unfolded it and she scanned it as quickly as she could, a wide smile breaking out on her face as she absorbed the contents.
“Well?” Patrick asked impatiently, trying to peer over her shoulder to read the letter himself.
“I got in!” Lana squealed, throwing her arms around Patrick’s neck. “I got in, I got in, I got in!”
Patrick beamed at Robin over Lana’s shoulder. “I knew you could do it, sweetheart” He wrapped his arms around her tightly. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispered in her ear.
Robin tapped Lana on the shoulder. “Do I get to hug the newest soon to be Harvard bound freshman?”
Lana spun around and threw herself into Robin’s arms. “Mommy!”
Robin hugged her back, stroking Lana’s hair gently. “You did so good, baby girl. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks, Mom.” Lana drew back, and smiled widely at her parents. “I’m going to go call Molly and let her know, okay? She’s going to be so psyched to have us going to the same school again!”
“Go,” Patrick ordered. “How about we go for a fancy celebratory dinner tonight? I’ll see if we can snag reservations at the Riverside Grill?”
“Really?” Lana squealed happily. “You’re the best, Daddy!” She threw herself back into his arms and kissed his cheek quickly. She ran out of the room, calling behind her “Let me know what time, okay?”
Robin and Patrick watched her go with bemusement on their faces.
Patrick wrapped his arm around Robin’s shoulders, as they leaned back against the edge of the counter. Robin laid her head against his chest, and sighed. “I can’t believe she’s old enough to have gotten into college.”
Patrick pressed a kiss to the top of Robin’s head. “I know.”
“Shouldn’t you be more freaked out than me?” Robin asked curiously, tilting her head up to look at Patrick. “You realize this means your little girl, the one you’ve wanted to lock in a tower somewhere since the day she was born, is going to be moving away, living on her own…”
“Stop!” Patrick covered his ears with his hands. “Stop saying these things.” He looked down at Robin and pouted. “You’re being mean.”
“Aw, poor thing,” Robin said sympathetically, sliding her hands up his chest and linking her hands around his neck. “How can I make it up to you?”
Patrick tilted his head to the side, considering. “Well, you could help take my mind off all those awful images you just put into my head.”
Robin nodded solemnly. “Tell you what, I’ll go upstairs and draw a bath so that I can get ready for this extravagant evening out you’ve promised our daughter, while you make reservations.” She pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. “And when you’re finished…” she drawled, stepping out of his arms and heading out of the kitchen, “You can join me.” She winked at him, and he could hear her footsteps as she ran up the stairs.
Patrick reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
Suddenly making a phone call seemed very important.