Fic: His Girl (Mad Men, Betty)
Title: His Girl
Disclaimer: Not mine in any way, shape, or form.
Fandom/Characters:Mad Men, Betty
Word Count: 184
Request: For abjv, who said it was writer's choice. Set during season one.
When Betty was six years old, her father taught her how to fire his shot gun. He taught her to load the gun, how to aim at the tin can he'd set up in the back yard, how to fire. He helped her pull the trigger, his big hands covering her small ones. The first shot missed and Betty stamped her foot on the ground in frustration.
"We'll try again," he said. He helped her take aim once more, and this time when their hands pulled the trigger, the shot was true.
She heard the ding of the bullet colliding with the can and she spun around and gave her father a bright, beaming smile. "I did it," she said and he ran his hand over her braids.
"That's my girl," he said. Betty had never felt prouder.
That night, her mother spanked her, because shooting guns wasn't ladylike. Her father didn't try to stop it.
***
Twenty-two years later, she hears his voice when she picks up Bobby's toy gun and takes aim at the pigeons. She smiles and she shoots again.
She's still his girl.
Disclaimer: Not mine in any way, shape, or form.
Fandom/Characters:Mad Men, Betty
Word Count: 184
Request: For abjv, who said it was writer's choice. Set during season one.
When Betty was six years old, her father taught her how to fire his shot gun. He taught her to load the gun, how to aim at the tin can he'd set up in the back yard, how to fire. He helped her pull the trigger, his big hands covering her small ones. The first shot missed and Betty stamped her foot on the ground in frustration.
"We'll try again," he said. He helped her take aim once more, and this time when their hands pulled the trigger, the shot was true.
She heard the ding of the bullet colliding with the can and she spun around and gave her father a bright, beaming smile. "I did it," she said and he ran his hand over her braids.
"That's my girl," he said. Betty had never felt prouder.
That night, her mother spanked her, because shooting guns wasn't ladylike. Her father didn't try to stop it.
***
Twenty-two years later, she hears his voice when she picks up Bobby's toy gun and takes aim at the pigeons. She smiles and she shoots again.
She's still his girl.