Ficlet: Speed Racer (GH, Robin/Patrick, Lanaverse)
Title: Speed Racer
Author: empressearwig
Claim: Robin/Patrick
Fandom: General Hospital
Theme: 9 - Driver's License
Disclaimer: Robin and Patrick aren't mine, Lana is.
Robin and Patrick in the kitchen making dinner together, when they heard the front door opened and footsteps running into the house, followed quickly by the thumps of bags hitting the floor.
“Lana must be home from dance class,” Robin noted as she chopped herbs for the spaghetti sauce she was working on.
“The quiet was nice while it lasted,” Patrick laughed, pressing a quick kiss to Robin’s lips, before turning back to the salad he was preparing.
As if on cue, Lana burst into the kitchen, waving a piece of paper about wildly. “Guess what?!” she squealed happily.
“Nice to see you too, sweetheart,” Robin said with amusement.
Lana rolled her eyes. “Hi,” she babbled. “But seriously, guess what?!”
“You’re going to be the Sugar Plum Fairy in the Nutcracker?” Robin guessed, dumping the contents of the cutting board into the pot and stirring them in slowly.
“Better!” she squealed.
“You’ve decided that going to an all girls school really wouldn’t be so bad?” Patrick asked hopefully. At Robin’s disbelieving look, he defended. “What? It would be better for me.”
Lana rolled her eyes again and stamped her foot. “No! Nice try though, Daddy.” She looked back and forth between her parents. “Do neither of you really remember what today was?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t,” Robin said apologetically. “Why don’t you tell us?”
Lana held up the piece of paper she’d been waving again. “My temps test was today! And I passed! Isn’t that great?”
“That’s great!” Patrick exclaimed. “When do you want to start practicing?”
Robin looked panicked. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” she said quickly.
Patrick and Lana’s heads snapped towards Robin with identical dumfounded expressions on their faces.
“Mom!” Lana protested.
“Robin!” Patrick echoed.
Robin held up a hand. “I don’t mean her practicing. I meant you taking her, Patrick.”
“But Mom, Dad was a race car driver. Who would be better to teach me?” Lana asked, flabbergasted at her mother’s reaction.
“What the kid said,” Patrick said. “What is this about, Robin?”
Robin held up a hand to ward them off. “Yes, your father was a race car driver. That means that he zoomed around tracks at incredibly fast speeds, and maybe that’s not the kind of influence you should be under when learning how to drive.”
“You want her to learn to drive from you?” Patrick snorted. “She’ll never get over 25 miles per hour.”
Robin glared at Patrick. “Yeah? Well how many speeding tickets have you had Lucky fix for you this year alone?”
“How is that relevant?” Patrick deflected. He crossed his arms over his chest. “You don’t seriously think I’d teach Lana to be a bad driver, do you?”
Robin frowned. “No. I just don’t think you’d discourage her if she happens to share your proclivities towards going fast.”
Patrick opened his mouth to speak, but Lana beat him to it.
“Give me a little credit, please,” Lana requested. “I do want to actually pass my driver’s test, you know.”
“See?” Patrick jerked his thumb towards Lana. “She won’t be a speed demon.”
Both of them looked at Robin expectantly
Robin sighed. “I can’t fight both of you.”
“Does that mean I can take Lana out driving?” Patrick asked hopefully.
“Yes.”
Lana squealed and Patrick wrapped his arm around her shoulders, as they beamed at Robin with matching dimpled grins.
“You’re the best, Mom!” Lana exclaimed. She looked up at Patrick. “Can we go right now?”
“No one is going anywhere right now,” Robin interjected. “We’re eating dinner in less than an hour, and you need to go start your homework. If you get it done, you can go for a drive afterwards.”
Lana pouted a little, then her smile reappeared. “That’s the best I’m going to do, isn’t it?” she asked wryly.
Robin nodded. “It is.”
Lana sighed heavily. “Then I’m going to go start my homework.” She dashed out of the kitchen and up the stairs, calling after her, “Thanks Mom!”
Patrick watched her go and stepped back around the counter to wrap his arms around Robin’s waist. “I’m not going to let her do anything stupid, you know.”
“I know,” Robin sighed. “I just worry. You know that.”
He laughed, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. “I do. It’s one of the reasons I love you.”
Robin smiled. “You’re such a liar.” She elbowed him lightly in the stomach. “Now help me finish getting dinner ready so that you can take your daughter out for her first driving lesson.”
Patrick grinned. “Yes ma’am.”
They began cooking together companionably once more.
Author: empressearwig
Claim: Robin/Patrick
Fandom: General Hospital
Theme: 9 - Driver's License
Disclaimer: Robin and Patrick aren't mine, Lana is.
Robin and Patrick in the kitchen making dinner together, when they heard the front door opened and footsteps running into the house, followed quickly by the thumps of bags hitting the floor.
“Lana must be home from dance class,” Robin noted as she chopped herbs for the spaghetti sauce she was working on.
“The quiet was nice while it lasted,” Patrick laughed, pressing a quick kiss to Robin’s lips, before turning back to the salad he was preparing.
As if on cue, Lana burst into the kitchen, waving a piece of paper about wildly. “Guess what?!” she squealed happily.
“Nice to see you too, sweetheart,” Robin said with amusement.
Lana rolled her eyes. “Hi,” she babbled. “But seriously, guess what?!”
“You’re going to be the Sugar Plum Fairy in the Nutcracker?” Robin guessed, dumping the contents of the cutting board into the pot and stirring them in slowly.
“Better!” she squealed.
“You’ve decided that going to an all girls school really wouldn’t be so bad?” Patrick asked hopefully. At Robin’s disbelieving look, he defended. “What? It would be better for me.”
Lana rolled her eyes again and stamped her foot. “No! Nice try though, Daddy.” She looked back and forth between her parents. “Do neither of you really remember what today was?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t,” Robin said apologetically. “Why don’t you tell us?”
Lana held up the piece of paper she’d been waving again. “My temps test was today! And I passed! Isn’t that great?”
“That’s great!” Patrick exclaimed. “When do you want to start practicing?”
Robin looked panicked. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” she said quickly.
Patrick and Lana’s heads snapped towards Robin with identical dumfounded expressions on their faces.
“Mom!” Lana protested.
“Robin!” Patrick echoed.
Robin held up a hand. “I don’t mean her practicing. I meant you taking her, Patrick.”
“But Mom, Dad was a race car driver. Who would be better to teach me?” Lana asked, flabbergasted at her mother’s reaction.
“What the kid said,” Patrick said. “What is this about, Robin?”
Robin held up a hand to ward them off. “Yes, your father was a race car driver. That means that he zoomed around tracks at incredibly fast speeds, and maybe that’s not the kind of influence you should be under when learning how to drive.”
“You want her to learn to drive from you?” Patrick snorted. “She’ll never get over 25 miles per hour.”
Robin glared at Patrick. “Yeah? Well how many speeding tickets have you had Lucky fix for you this year alone?”
“How is that relevant?” Patrick deflected. He crossed his arms over his chest. “You don’t seriously think I’d teach Lana to be a bad driver, do you?”
Robin frowned. “No. I just don’t think you’d discourage her if she happens to share your proclivities towards going fast.”
Patrick opened his mouth to speak, but Lana beat him to it.
“Give me a little credit, please,” Lana requested. “I do want to actually pass my driver’s test, you know.”
“See?” Patrick jerked his thumb towards Lana. “She won’t be a speed demon.”
Both of them looked at Robin expectantly
Robin sighed. “I can’t fight both of you.”
“Does that mean I can take Lana out driving?” Patrick asked hopefully.
“Yes.”
Lana squealed and Patrick wrapped his arm around her shoulders, as they beamed at Robin with matching dimpled grins.
“You’re the best, Mom!” Lana exclaimed. She looked up at Patrick. “Can we go right now?”
“No one is going anywhere right now,” Robin interjected. “We’re eating dinner in less than an hour, and you need to go start your homework. If you get it done, you can go for a drive afterwards.”
Lana pouted a little, then her smile reappeared. “That’s the best I’m going to do, isn’t it?” she asked wryly.
Robin nodded. “It is.”
Lana sighed heavily. “Then I’m going to go start my homework.” She dashed out of the kitchen and up the stairs, calling after her, “Thanks Mom!”
Patrick watched her go and stepped back around the counter to wrap his arms around Robin’s waist. “I’m not going to let her do anything stupid, you know.”
“I know,” Robin sighed. “I just worry. You know that.”
He laughed, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. “I do. It’s one of the reasons I love you.”
Robin smiled. “You’re such a liar.” She elbowed him lightly in the stomach. “Now help me finish getting dinner ready so that you can take your daughter out for her first driving lesson.”
Patrick grinned. “Yes ma’am.”
They began cooking together companionably once more.