Ficlet: Tiny Dancer (GH, Robin, Lana Verse)
Title: Tiny Dancer
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 86 - Butterflies
Pairing/Character(s): Robin/Patrick, Lana Drake
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Robin, Patrick, and assorted characters originating on GH do not belong to me. Lana does.
Word Count: 882
Spoilers/Warnings: We're firmly AU at this point.
Summary: In short, she looked every inch the ballerina.
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus.
“Close your eyes,” Robin instructed her daughter. “And keep them that way, or I could poke your eye out.”
Lana obeyed, though a few stray giggles emerged. “Mommy, you wouldn’t poke my eye out.”
“Well, no,” Robin admitted, as she carefully started lining Lana’s eyes with black eyeliner. “But I could, if little girls weren’t to listen.”
Lana frowned. “I always listen,” she said indignantly.
“Oh, really?” Robin asked. “Then why did I find the race car track set up after I told you to put it away?”
“Daddy did it!” Lana protested. “I told him, but he said to ignore you.”
Robin paused. “Did he now,” she muttered. “Well, I’ll deal with his punishment later.”
“What Mommy?”
“Nothing, sweetie. Mommy was just thinking out loud.” She surveyed her handiwork critically. “Alright, open your eyes.”
Lana’s dark brown eyes were lined, and her lashes coated with a thick coat of black mascara. Blush covered her cheeks, and bright red lipstick was on her lips. Her long brown hair was piled high on her head in a bun, surrounded by a red ribbon.
In short, she looked every inch the ballerina.
“Okay short stuff, I think you’re done,” Robin said, as she lifted her down from her seat on the counter. “Ready to see how you look?” She set Lana down on the stool they kept in the bathroom for her, facing the mirror.
Lana stared. “I don’t look like me.”
Robin laughed and squeezed her shoulders gently. “Well, no, that’s the point of the makeup and costume, remember? So you can look like the character you’re playing. Sort of like when we play dress up.”
A wide smile crossed Lana’s face. “Can I look like this every day?”
Robin laughed again and smoothed a stray hair back into place. “No sweetie, remember we talked about this. Makeup is for big girls like Mommy and for special occasions like your recital.”
Lana’s face slid into a pout, and she was about to protest, but the sound of the door bell ringing stopped her.
“Saved by the bell,” Robin muttered under her breath. Louder, she addressed Lana. “I bet that’s Molly and Alexis. Why don’t we go see?”
“Okay!” Lana ran out of the bathroom and down the stairs ahead of Robin.
“Wait for me or check to see who it is before you open the door!” Robin called after her daughter’s retreating form. She walked down the stairs more slowly, and when she reached the bottom, found Lana chattering away with Molly, while Alexis stood by watching.
“Hey guys,” Robin greeted, as she crossed the room to join them. “You all set for your big night Molly?”
“Yes,” the little girl said shyly.
Alexis and Robin traded glances. Despite knowing Robin since birth, Molly was always shy when she first arrived at the Drake’s.
Alexis spoke up. “Thank you so much again for getting her ready Robin. I’ve never quite mastered the whole stage makeup thing.”
Robin waved a hand in the air, as if to dismiss her. “It’s so not a problem. We’ll see you at the show?”
Alexis nodded. “Of course.” She turned towards Molly and Lana. “Be good for Robin.” She bent down to press a kiss to the top of Molly’s head. “Your father, sister, and I will be front row center, promise.”
With a grateful smile, Alexis rushed back out the door.
Robin turned to the girls. “Well Miss Molly, I suppose we should make you look like Lana now, hmm?”
Molly nodded eagerly.
“Alright, upstairs with you.” Robin shooed the girls towards the stairs, but Lana stayed rooted in place. Robin crossed over to where she stood, and crouched down to her height. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
“Mommy, my tummy hurts.”
Robin lifted a hand to Lana’s forehead. “You’re not warm.” She leaned back on her heels. “Tell me, does it feel like butterflies are in your tummy?”
Lana’s nose crinkled in confusion. “Butterflies?”
Robin tried to think of a better way to explain. “Does it feel like something is moving around really fast, back and forth in your tummy?”
The confusion lifted from Lana’s face. “Yes! What is it?”
“Well, remember how Miss Amanda said you might get nervous?”
Lana frowned. “Yes.”
“That feeling in your tummy is just a sign that you’re a little scared about tonight,” Robin explained.
“I’m not scared,” Lana protested indignantly.
“It’s okay if you are,” Robin reassured. She looked over at Molly. “You too, Molly. It’s completely normal. I was always nervous before my dance recitals. Your daddy gets nervous sometimes before he does important surgeries, and I bet your mom and dad get nervous before big trials,” she concluded, looking over at Molly.
“I’m not scared!” Lana repeated, a scowl setting in on her face.
“Okay, okay.” Robin held her hands up in defeat, an attempt to ward off the tantrum or argument that she was certain was about to erupt. “Molly, let’s go do your makeup.” Robin herded the girls towards the stairs once more.
As she watched them scamper up the stairs ahead of her, Robin pressed her hand to her stomach. Lana might not admit it, but Robin had a case of the butterflies herself.
She just wasn’t about to admit it to a five year old.
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 86 - Butterflies
Pairing/Character(s): Robin/Patrick, Lana Drake
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Robin, Patrick, and assorted characters originating on GH do not belong to me. Lana does.
Word Count: 882
Spoilers/Warnings: We're firmly AU at this point.
Summary: In short, she looked every inch the ballerina.
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus.
“Close your eyes,” Robin instructed her daughter. “And keep them that way, or I could poke your eye out.”
Lana obeyed, though a few stray giggles emerged. “Mommy, you wouldn’t poke my eye out.”
“Well, no,” Robin admitted, as she carefully started lining Lana’s eyes with black eyeliner. “But I could, if little girls weren’t to listen.”
Lana frowned. “I always listen,” she said indignantly.
“Oh, really?” Robin asked. “Then why did I find the race car track set up after I told you to put it away?”
“Daddy did it!” Lana protested. “I told him, but he said to ignore you.”
Robin paused. “Did he now,” she muttered. “Well, I’ll deal with his punishment later.”
“What Mommy?”
“Nothing, sweetie. Mommy was just thinking out loud.” She surveyed her handiwork critically. “Alright, open your eyes.”
Lana’s dark brown eyes were lined, and her lashes coated with a thick coat of black mascara. Blush covered her cheeks, and bright red lipstick was on her lips. Her long brown hair was piled high on her head in a bun, surrounded by a red ribbon.
In short, she looked every inch the ballerina.
“Okay short stuff, I think you’re done,” Robin said, as she lifted her down from her seat on the counter. “Ready to see how you look?” She set Lana down on the stool they kept in the bathroom for her, facing the mirror.
Lana stared. “I don’t look like me.”
Robin laughed and squeezed her shoulders gently. “Well, no, that’s the point of the makeup and costume, remember? So you can look like the character you’re playing. Sort of like when we play dress up.”
A wide smile crossed Lana’s face. “Can I look like this every day?”
Robin laughed again and smoothed a stray hair back into place. “No sweetie, remember we talked about this. Makeup is for big girls like Mommy and for special occasions like your recital.”
Lana’s face slid into a pout, and she was about to protest, but the sound of the door bell ringing stopped her.
“Saved by the bell,” Robin muttered under her breath. Louder, she addressed Lana. “I bet that’s Molly and Alexis. Why don’t we go see?”
“Okay!” Lana ran out of the bathroom and down the stairs ahead of Robin.
“Wait for me or check to see who it is before you open the door!” Robin called after her daughter’s retreating form. She walked down the stairs more slowly, and when she reached the bottom, found Lana chattering away with Molly, while Alexis stood by watching.
“Hey guys,” Robin greeted, as she crossed the room to join them. “You all set for your big night Molly?”
“Yes,” the little girl said shyly.
Alexis and Robin traded glances. Despite knowing Robin since birth, Molly was always shy when she first arrived at the Drake’s.
Alexis spoke up. “Thank you so much again for getting her ready Robin. I’ve never quite mastered the whole stage makeup thing.”
Robin waved a hand in the air, as if to dismiss her. “It’s so not a problem. We’ll see you at the show?”
Alexis nodded. “Of course.” She turned towards Molly and Lana. “Be good for Robin.” She bent down to press a kiss to the top of Molly’s head. “Your father, sister, and I will be front row center, promise.”
With a grateful smile, Alexis rushed back out the door.
Robin turned to the girls. “Well Miss Molly, I suppose we should make you look like Lana now, hmm?”
Molly nodded eagerly.
“Alright, upstairs with you.” Robin shooed the girls towards the stairs, but Lana stayed rooted in place. Robin crossed over to where she stood, and crouched down to her height. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
“Mommy, my tummy hurts.”
Robin lifted a hand to Lana’s forehead. “You’re not warm.” She leaned back on her heels. “Tell me, does it feel like butterflies are in your tummy?”
Lana’s nose crinkled in confusion. “Butterflies?”
Robin tried to think of a better way to explain. “Does it feel like something is moving around really fast, back and forth in your tummy?”
The confusion lifted from Lana’s face. “Yes! What is it?”
“Well, remember how Miss Amanda said you might get nervous?”
Lana frowned. “Yes.”
“That feeling in your tummy is just a sign that you’re a little scared about tonight,” Robin explained.
“I’m not scared,” Lana protested indignantly.
“It’s okay if you are,” Robin reassured. She looked over at Molly. “You too, Molly. It’s completely normal. I was always nervous before my dance recitals. Your daddy gets nervous sometimes before he does important surgeries, and I bet your mom and dad get nervous before big trials,” she concluded, looking over at Molly.
“I’m not scared!” Lana repeated, a scowl setting in on her face.
“Okay, okay.” Robin held her hands up in defeat, an attempt to ward off the tantrum or argument that she was certain was about to erupt. “Molly, let’s go do your makeup.” Robin herded the girls towards the stairs once more.
As she watched them scamper up the stairs ahead of her, Robin pressed her hand to her stomach. Lana might not admit it, but Robin had a case of the butterflies herself.
She just wasn’t about to admit it to a five year old.