Ficlet: As Long as One and One is Two (GH, Robin/Patrick, Lana Verse)
Title: As Long as One and One is Two
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 96 - Writer's Choice
Pairing/Character(s): Robin, Patrick, Robin/Patrick
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Robin and Patrick aren't mine, Lana Drake is.
Word Count: 761 (oops)
Spoilers/Warnings: Future fic, though this is a continuation of the universe started in "Welcome to the World."
Summary: Thank heaven for little girls.
Author's Notes: For lapiccolina, on the occasion of her birthday. Written for theechochorus. Title from Paul Simon's "Father and Daughter."
Patrick sat at his desk, frowning over an article in the latest New England Journal of Medicine. There was no way that surgical technique would work.
A little girl’s voice calling out “Daddy?” made him look up, and a smile broke out on his face.
“Hey sugar plum, what’s going on?” he asked.
His daughter Lana stood in the doorway, still dressed in her school uniform. The sight of her in her kilt and knee socks, and long, dark braids never failed to bring a smile to his face. Except for the dimple in her cheek that matched his own, she was the spitting image of Robin. Patrick never would have imagined someone so tiny could wrap her fist around his heart so easily, but then, her mother’s ability to do it had surprised him too.
Lana crossed the room, and climbed up into his lap, snuggling into his chest.
Patrick tugged lightly at one of her braids. “Did you just come in to say hi?”
She leaned back and her face took on the familiar earnestly curious expression he knew so well. “No. Daddy, a boy at school kept running up and pulling my hair at recess. I thought we were friends. Why would he do that?”
Patrick’s smile froze, and he choked back his first reaction. He struggled for a moment to control himself, and Lana watched in fascination at the multitude of emotions that played out across his face.
“Daddy?”
“Why would one of your boy friends pull your hair?” Patrick repeated slowly. He shook his head and wished that Robin were around, though no doubt she’d be laughing at his pain. “Don’t you want to ask your mother this? She’s so much smarter than I am, you know.”
Lana frowned. “She told me to come ask you.”
“Oh, did she now,” Patrick muttered. His thoughts turned quickly to revenge, but a tugging on his shirt front jerked him back to reality. He looked down into the brown eyes that reminded him so much of Robin’s, and sighed. He tightened his hold on Lana slightly, and answered, “Well, when a boy does things like pull a girl’s hair it usually means that he likes her.”
Lana’s nose crinkled in confusion. “Likes her?”
Patrick blew out a breath. He was so going to make Robin pay for this. “Yes, sweetie, likes her. You know, sort of like Daddy likes Mommy, or Aunt Maxie likes Uncle Lucky.”
“But why would he try to hurt me to tell me that?”
A laughing voice from the doorway answered for him. “Because boys are silly and don’t know any better.”
Patrick and Lana’s heads turned in unison towards the sight of Robin leaning against the doorframe, a wide smile on her face.
“Mommy, that doesn’t make any sense,” Lana said.
Robin nodded. “I know, sweetie. And you think they’ll outgrow it, but they never do.” She walked over to the two of them and ran a hand across Lana’s head. “You need to go get changed, missy. Alexis will be here to pick you up for your dance class in twenty minutes, and I don’t think you want to wear your uniform, do you?”
Lana scrambled down off Patrick’s lap. “No! I forgot.” She ran out of the room.
“I’ll be by to see if you need any help in a minute!” Robin called after her daughter’s retreating form. She looked down at her husband’s sulking expression. “Shouldn’t the six year old be the one doing the pouting?”
Patrick tugged her down onto his lap, holding her in the same way he’d been holding Lana. “That was a mean thing you just did, Robin.”
Robin batted her eyelashes innocently. “What did I do? I thought you liked when Lana came and talked to you about school,” she teased gently.
“But about boys?” Patrick complained. “Isn’t she too young for that?”
Robin rolled her eyes at him. “Patrick, at what age did you steal your first kiss from a girl?”
“Four,” he admitted. “But don’t go changing the subject!”
Robin laughed, and pressed a kiss to his cheek before sliding off her lap and heading for the door.
“Robin?” Patrick called after her. She turned, and looked at him, an expectant expression on her face. “Is it too late to consider an all girls school?”
Robin rolled her eyes once more and walked out. As she walked down the hall, Patrick could hear the sound of her laughter as she headed towards their daughters bedroom.
He frowned. He thought it was a good idea.
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 96 - Writer's Choice
Pairing/Character(s): Robin, Patrick, Robin/Patrick
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Robin and Patrick aren't mine, Lana Drake is.
Word Count: 761 (oops)
Spoilers/Warnings: Future fic, though this is a continuation of the universe started in "Welcome to the World."
Summary: Thank heaven for little girls.
Author's Notes: For lapiccolina, on the occasion of her birthday. Written for theechochorus. Title from Paul Simon's "Father and Daughter."
Patrick sat at his desk, frowning over an article in the latest New England Journal of Medicine. There was no way that surgical technique would work.
A little girl’s voice calling out “Daddy?” made him look up, and a smile broke out on his face.
“Hey sugar plum, what’s going on?” he asked.
His daughter Lana stood in the doorway, still dressed in her school uniform. The sight of her in her kilt and knee socks, and long, dark braids never failed to bring a smile to his face. Except for the dimple in her cheek that matched his own, she was the spitting image of Robin. Patrick never would have imagined someone so tiny could wrap her fist around his heart so easily, but then, her mother’s ability to do it had surprised him too.
Lana crossed the room, and climbed up into his lap, snuggling into his chest.
Patrick tugged lightly at one of her braids. “Did you just come in to say hi?”
She leaned back and her face took on the familiar earnestly curious expression he knew so well. “No. Daddy, a boy at school kept running up and pulling my hair at recess. I thought we were friends. Why would he do that?”
Patrick’s smile froze, and he choked back his first reaction. He struggled for a moment to control himself, and Lana watched in fascination at the multitude of emotions that played out across his face.
“Daddy?”
“Why would one of your boy friends pull your hair?” Patrick repeated slowly. He shook his head and wished that Robin were around, though no doubt she’d be laughing at his pain. “Don’t you want to ask your mother this? She’s so much smarter than I am, you know.”
Lana frowned. “She told me to come ask you.”
“Oh, did she now,” Patrick muttered. His thoughts turned quickly to revenge, but a tugging on his shirt front jerked him back to reality. He looked down into the brown eyes that reminded him so much of Robin’s, and sighed. He tightened his hold on Lana slightly, and answered, “Well, when a boy does things like pull a girl’s hair it usually means that he likes her.”
Lana’s nose crinkled in confusion. “Likes her?”
Patrick blew out a breath. He was so going to make Robin pay for this. “Yes, sweetie, likes her. You know, sort of like Daddy likes Mommy, or Aunt Maxie likes Uncle Lucky.”
“But why would he try to hurt me to tell me that?”
A laughing voice from the doorway answered for him. “Because boys are silly and don’t know any better.”
Patrick and Lana’s heads turned in unison towards the sight of Robin leaning against the doorframe, a wide smile on her face.
“Mommy, that doesn’t make any sense,” Lana said.
Robin nodded. “I know, sweetie. And you think they’ll outgrow it, but they never do.” She walked over to the two of them and ran a hand across Lana’s head. “You need to go get changed, missy. Alexis will be here to pick you up for your dance class in twenty minutes, and I don’t think you want to wear your uniform, do you?”
Lana scrambled down off Patrick’s lap. “No! I forgot.” She ran out of the room.
“I’ll be by to see if you need any help in a minute!” Robin called after her daughter’s retreating form. She looked down at her husband’s sulking expression. “Shouldn’t the six year old be the one doing the pouting?”
Patrick tugged her down onto his lap, holding her in the same way he’d been holding Lana. “That was a mean thing you just did, Robin.”
Robin batted her eyelashes innocently. “What did I do? I thought you liked when Lana came and talked to you about school,” she teased gently.
“But about boys?” Patrick complained. “Isn’t she too young for that?”
Robin rolled her eyes at him. “Patrick, at what age did you steal your first kiss from a girl?”
“Four,” he admitted. “But don’t go changing the subject!”
Robin laughed, and pressed a kiss to his cheek before sliding off her lap and heading for the door.
“Robin?” Patrick called after her. She turned, and looked at him, an expectant expression on her face. “Is it too late to consider an all girls school?”
Robin rolled her eyes once more and walked out. As she walked down the hall, Patrick could hear the sound of her laughter as she headed towards their daughters bedroom.
He frowned. He thought it was a good idea.