His Daughter [1/1]
Title: His Daughter
Author: exoticway
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
POV: Ray
Summary: Ray spends some quality time with his daughter. (killjoy verse)
Disclaimer: Do not own!
Author Notes: I originally posted this anynomously at anon_lovefest but decided to delurk because I am writing a longer more involved sequel.
Warnings: Fluffy
It breaks his heart when she writes the letters.
He hasn’t figured out a way to tell her that her mom is dead. She’s already been through so much and it just doesn’t seem fair to weigh her down with even more heartbreak. So instead he watches her color the envelope with some colored pencils borrowed from Party Poison.
When she finishes up she turns around to get his approval. He smiles nodding his head and leans down the kiss her forehead, “Ready to send it?” He asks.
“Yeah dad.” She grabs his hand and leads him outside where she carefully slips the letter into the mail box. She’s never asked why she doesn’t get replies back. If she did he would tell her the truth, but for now as long as she doesn’t say anything he won’t either.
He’s a little depressed, thinking about the letter sitting at the bottom of the mail box. A letter addressed to someone who doesn’t even exist anymore. It’s gotten quiet though, and she’s a smart little girl. She’ll know something’s wrong if he doesn’t do something, “How about some shooting practice?” he asks.
He had wanted to resist teaching her how to use a ray gun for a while, but there have been some close calls lately and it would kill him if something happened to her. It has helped relax him a little to. Every time they are outside he gets so paranoid always making sure she is by one of their sides, close enough to be protected. Now someday (soon he thinks) she’ll be able to take care of herself a little more. Plus she thinks its great fun (especially that time Ghoul taught her to shoot the bazooka).
They’ve been practicing for a couple of weeks, and she is actually not too bad of a shot
He sends her inside to get a couple of empty Power Pup cans and when she comes back he sets them up on the back of a bench he has moved out into the open. They move back about 25 feet away and he hands her his gun. He makes her go through all the safety precautions (he knows out in the desert they almost never will have time to do these things, but it’s still a good thing to know) and then she gets into her stance and lifts the gun. It doesn’t take her long to find her target, and as soon as she does she pulls the trigger. Almost before the first can has fallen off the bench she’s aiming and shooting at the second can, and then the third.
He’s almost speechless. He’s never had her shoot in succession like that, whiz, whiz, whiz three in a row. Plus she’s managed to hit all three of them dead on even though they are smaller targets than she’s ever used before.
She smiles victoriously and then runs to see the damage she’s caused (after handing him the gun). He follows her quickly and kneels beside her. Each of the cans has a perfect hole melted into it. They are all centered really well and in the same general area on each can. She’s ready and he knows it.
“Come on.” He says, truly happy for the first time in days, “I’ve got a surprise for you!”
He leads her back into the diner and then into the kitchen where he has stashed the bag he keeps their stuff in. He digs to the bottom and pulls out a purple hanky. If this were the world it used to be he would be giving her a bike, or a puppy, something that a normal girl her age gets.
She frowns when he holds it out for her to take, but when she gets it into her hands he can tell she recognizes the weight of it immediately. She pulls off the hanky and gets a look at the purple ray gun. Her smile is completely infectious.
She sets it down carefully and then throws her arms around him. “Thank you daddy!”
It’s been so long since she’s called him that the he can feel the sharp sting of tears. He doesn’t cry though, instead he just holds her; his daughter.
Sequel
Author: exoticway
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
POV: Ray
Summary: Ray spends some quality time with his daughter. (killjoy verse)
Disclaimer: Do not own!
Author Notes: I originally posted this anynomously at anon_lovefest but decided to delurk because I am writing a longer more involved sequel.
Warnings: Fluffy
It breaks his heart when she writes the letters.
He hasn’t figured out a way to tell her that her mom is dead. She’s already been through so much and it just doesn’t seem fair to weigh her down with even more heartbreak. So instead he watches her color the envelope with some colored pencils borrowed from Party Poison.
When she finishes up she turns around to get his approval. He smiles nodding his head and leans down the kiss her forehead, “Ready to send it?” He asks.
“Yeah dad.” She grabs his hand and leads him outside where she carefully slips the letter into the mail box. She’s never asked why she doesn’t get replies back. If she did he would tell her the truth, but for now as long as she doesn’t say anything he won’t either.
He’s a little depressed, thinking about the letter sitting at the bottom of the mail box. A letter addressed to someone who doesn’t even exist anymore. It’s gotten quiet though, and she’s a smart little girl. She’ll know something’s wrong if he doesn’t do something, “How about some shooting practice?” he asks.
He had wanted to resist teaching her how to use a ray gun for a while, but there have been some close calls lately and it would kill him if something happened to her. It has helped relax him a little to. Every time they are outside he gets so paranoid always making sure she is by one of their sides, close enough to be protected. Now someday (soon he thinks) she’ll be able to take care of herself a little more. Plus she thinks its great fun (especially that time Ghoul taught her to shoot the bazooka).
They’ve been practicing for a couple of weeks, and she is actually not too bad of a shot
He sends her inside to get a couple of empty Power Pup cans and when she comes back he sets them up on the back of a bench he has moved out into the open. They move back about 25 feet away and he hands her his gun. He makes her go through all the safety precautions (he knows out in the desert they almost never will have time to do these things, but it’s still a good thing to know) and then she gets into her stance and lifts the gun. It doesn’t take her long to find her target, and as soon as she does she pulls the trigger. Almost before the first can has fallen off the bench she’s aiming and shooting at the second can, and then the third.
He’s almost speechless. He’s never had her shoot in succession like that, whiz, whiz, whiz three in a row. Plus she’s managed to hit all three of them dead on even though they are smaller targets than she’s ever used before.
She smiles victoriously and then runs to see the damage she’s caused (after handing him the gun). He follows her quickly and kneels beside her. Each of the cans has a perfect hole melted into it. They are all centered really well and in the same general area on each can. She’s ready and he knows it.
“Come on.” He says, truly happy for the first time in days, “I’ve got a surprise for you!”
He leads her back into the diner and then into the kitchen where he has stashed the bag he keeps their stuff in. He digs to the bottom and pulls out a purple hanky. If this were the world it used to be he would be giving her a bike, or a puppy, something that a normal girl her age gets.
She frowns when he holds it out for her to take, but when she gets it into her hands he can tell she recognizes the weight of it immediately. She pulls off the hanky and gets a look at the purple ray gun. Her smile is completely infectious.
She sets it down carefully and then throws her arms around him. “Thank you daddy!”
It’s been so long since she’s called him that the he can feel the sharp sting of tears. He doesn’t cry though, instead he just holds her; his daughter.
Sequel