Original: I Like You (Emily, Tony, and her parents) PG
Title: I Like You
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Emily, Tony, and her parents
Rating: PG
Summary: Tony shows up at the Fisher residence, to no one's surprise but Emily's.
Warning: follows Loneliness *Written for Round Three of love_bingo. Prompt: I like you Original titles are wholly unoriginal.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is bizarra's. Mwahaha!! Inspiration comes from a minivan at Downtown Disney, and bizarra's entry for the Make Your Own Fandom challenge at womenverse, with thanks.
Emily's father was standing on the porch, sipping his coffee, when the truck pulled up. He straightened, though the look on his face didn't give away the relief he felt when he saw Tony climb out of the driver's side.
He took a sip as Tony moved up the walk and nodded as his former son-in-law reached the porch. "Anthony," he said simply.
"Sir," Tony nodded. He waited for an invitation to the porch, because he still wasn't sure just who in the family still liked him. Granted, it was Emily's father who had called him, so that had to mean something, right? When the older man nodded, Tony stepped up and took the offered hand.
"She called you?"
Tony nodded, pulling his hand back. "She didn't say much, but-" He shrugged and glanced at the door.
"No one's up yet, but the coffee's fresh." Tony nodded to Emily's father and stepped closer to the door, leaving him on the porch, with his coffee. Stepping into the entryway, Tony glanced up the staircase, noting that the place really hadn't changed much since the last time he'd been there.
"Tony," he heard, and looked into the dining room, where Emily's mother was hurrying along the dining room table, waving him in. "Look at you," she said, pulling him into a tight hug. "You look so thin." Tony couldn't help but laugh as she dragged him toward the kitchen. "Coffee?"
Tony shook his head. "No, thanks." The coffee would keep him awake, which he really needed, but he didn't want to smell like coffee right now. Emily hated the smell of coffee. "Tea? Or orange juice," he suggested, nodding toward the glass already on the counter.
"Tea," Emily's mother huffed. "You have spent too much time around my daughter." She gave him a wink and moved to the cupboard for a glass.
"How's she doin'?" Tony asked, giving a glanced back toward the doorway.
"She's stubborn." That made him smile, and he nodded. "But I think she'll be glad to see you. How are you doing, Tony?"
"I'm.. good," he nodded. "Really."
"Are you dating?" He made a face, knowing where this was headed.
Stepping over as she held out the glass of juice, Tony put an arm around Emily's mother and kissed her temple as he took the juice. "No. I'm holding out for my ex-wife to change her mind." Okay, he might have gone out on one or two dates in the last three years, but it was more to get friends off his back than anything. "She gave you my presents, right?" Tony asked, nodding as he leaned against the counter and sipped the juice.
"She did. They're in the living room, under the tree. You really didn't have to get us anything, Tony."
"Hey," he replied, opening his arms and making a face, "if I can't get my favorite mother-in-law a Christmas present, who am I going to get one for?" The look she gave him made Tony grin and he raised the glass for another sip.
A moment later, a half-asleep Emily came stumbling around the corner with a yawn. When she saw Tony standing there, she stopped short and stepped back slightly. "Uh..hi," she said warily. Tony was fighting a smirk - more because he had been wondering where that t-shirt had disappeared to - and he took another sip of his juice.
"What are you doing here?" Emily asked in a hurried, hushed tone, as she moved into the kitchen and looked between Tony and her mother.
"I came to see you," he answered, twisting slightly to set the now-empty glass in the sink. "And I would say more, right now, but I've been driving for four hours and I'm about to pass out."
"Oh, honey," Emily's mother said, tugging on his arm. "Go up and get some sleep, then. We'll keep the kids quiet."
"Mom," Emily gasped, looking at her mother like the woman was crazy. She made another face and her mother started pushing her, too. Of course, if she'd looked in the mirror before coming downstairs, she would see just how dark the circles under her eyes were.
"Just don't do anything in that bedroom you haven't done in there before."
"Mother!" Emily hissed again as Tony laughed.
"Don't you worry, Ma. I'm too tired to do anything but sleep, right now." Tony leaned to kiss her mother's temple again then pushed Emily out of the kitchen. By the time they reached the foot of the stairs, Emily pulled out of his hold.
Tony turned from the second step and looked at her, raised eyebrow. "I will put you over my shoulder and carry you up these stairs, if I have to, Fisher." Emily stared at him, trying not to let that little spark of thrill at his threat show.
It wasn't like they hadn't had a few one-night stands post-divorce, but they had all been a long time ago. This really wasn't the time to be having a fling, though. She didn't want him to think that she only needed him when she was having a bad day.
Tony moved back down the steps and stepped into her bubble. "I am too tired to put you up against the wall and let the kids hear things they aren't ready for," he whispered in a gravely tone. "If I don't get some sleep, soon, I will fall over. That's all," he nodded. "We can figure out how to explain me being here.. later."
Emily looked up and watched him for a moment, realizing just how tired she was, too. God, those blue eyes were hypnotic. "Just sleep?" she confirmed quietly. Tony nodded slowly and wished for just a moment that he had a little more energy, because he wanted nothing more than to throw her up against the wall and kiss her, right there.
Emily huffed and shook her head as she stepped around him. "I'm gonna kick your ass, later." Turning slightly, she glanced over her shoulder as they started up the staircase. "The nerve you have," she huffed again. "Showing up like a knight in shining armor."
"Just call me Prince Charming," Tony whispered back, smirking as he reached up and hooked a finger around her little finger as her hand moved back, mid-stride.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Emily, Tony, and her parents
Rating: PG
Summary: Tony shows up at the Fisher residence, to no one's surprise but Emily's.
Warning: follows Loneliness *Written for Round Three of love_bingo. Prompt: I like you Original titles are wholly unoriginal.
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is bizarra's. Mwahaha!! Inspiration comes from a minivan at Downtown Disney, and bizarra's entry for the Make Your Own Fandom challenge at womenverse, with thanks.
Emily's father was standing on the porch, sipping his coffee, when the truck pulled up. He straightened, though the look on his face didn't give away the relief he felt when he saw Tony climb out of the driver's side.
He took a sip as Tony moved up the walk and nodded as his former son-in-law reached the porch. "Anthony," he said simply.
"Sir," Tony nodded. He waited for an invitation to the porch, because he still wasn't sure just who in the family still liked him. Granted, it was Emily's father who had called him, so that had to mean something, right? When the older man nodded, Tony stepped up and took the offered hand.
"She called you?"
Tony nodded, pulling his hand back. "She didn't say much, but-" He shrugged and glanced at the door.
"No one's up yet, but the coffee's fresh." Tony nodded to Emily's father and stepped closer to the door, leaving him on the porch, with his coffee. Stepping into the entryway, Tony glanced up the staircase, noting that the place really hadn't changed much since the last time he'd been there.
"Tony," he heard, and looked into the dining room, where Emily's mother was hurrying along the dining room table, waving him in. "Look at you," she said, pulling him into a tight hug. "You look so thin." Tony couldn't help but laugh as she dragged him toward the kitchen. "Coffee?"
Tony shook his head. "No, thanks." The coffee would keep him awake, which he really needed, but he didn't want to smell like coffee right now. Emily hated the smell of coffee. "Tea? Or orange juice," he suggested, nodding toward the glass already on the counter.
"Tea," Emily's mother huffed. "You have spent too much time around my daughter." She gave him a wink and moved to the cupboard for a glass.
"How's she doin'?" Tony asked, giving a glanced back toward the doorway.
"She's stubborn." That made him smile, and he nodded. "But I think she'll be glad to see you. How are you doing, Tony?"
"I'm.. good," he nodded. "Really."
"Are you dating?" He made a face, knowing where this was headed.
Stepping over as she held out the glass of juice, Tony put an arm around Emily's mother and kissed her temple as he took the juice. "No. I'm holding out for my ex-wife to change her mind." Okay, he might have gone out on one or two dates in the last three years, but it was more to get friends off his back than anything. "She gave you my presents, right?" Tony asked, nodding as he leaned against the counter and sipped the juice.
"She did. They're in the living room, under the tree. You really didn't have to get us anything, Tony."
"Hey," he replied, opening his arms and making a face, "if I can't get my favorite mother-in-law a Christmas present, who am I going to get one for?" The look she gave him made Tony grin and he raised the glass for another sip.
A moment later, a half-asleep Emily came stumbling around the corner with a yawn. When she saw Tony standing there, she stopped short and stepped back slightly. "Uh..hi," she said warily. Tony was fighting a smirk - more because he had been wondering where that t-shirt had disappeared to - and he took another sip of his juice.
"What are you doing here?" Emily asked in a hurried, hushed tone, as she moved into the kitchen and looked between Tony and her mother.
"I came to see you," he answered, twisting slightly to set the now-empty glass in the sink. "And I would say more, right now, but I've been driving for four hours and I'm about to pass out."
"Oh, honey," Emily's mother said, tugging on his arm. "Go up and get some sleep, then. We'll keep the kids quiet."
"Mom," Emily gasped, looking at her mother like the woman was crazy. She made another face and her mother started pushing her, too. Of course, if she'd looked in the mirror before coming downstairs, she would see just how dark the circles under her eyes were.
"Just don't do anything in that bedroom you haven't done in there before."
"Mother!" Emily hissed again as Tony laughed.
"Don't you worry, Ma. I'm too tired to do anything but sleep, right now." Tony leaned to kiss her mother's temple again then pushed Emily out of the kitchen. By the time they reached the foot of the stairs, Emily pulled out of his hold.
Tony turned from the second step and looked at her, raised eyebrow. "I will put you over my shoulder and carry you up these stairs, if I have to, Fisher." Emily stared at him, trying not to let that little spark of thrill at his threat show.
It wasn't like they hadn't had a few one-night stands post-divorce, but they had all been a long time ago. This really wasn't the time to be having a fling, though. She didn't want him to think that she only needed him when she was having a bad day.
Tony moved back down the steps and stepped into her bubble. "I am too tired to put you up against the wall and let the kids hear things they aren't ready for," he whispered in a gravely tone. "If I don't get some sleep, soon, I will fall over. That's all," he nodded. "We can figure out how to explain me being here.. later."
Emily looked up and watched him for a moment, realizing just how tired she was, too. God, those blue eyes were hypnotic. "Just sleep?" she confirmed quietly. Tony nodded slowly and wished for just a moment that he had a little more energy, because he wanted nothing more than to throw her up against the wall and kiss her, right there.
Emily huffed and shook her head as she stepped around him. "I'm gonna kick your ass, later." Turning slightly, she glanced over her shoulder as they started up the staircase. "The nerve you have," she huffed again. "Showing up like a knight in shining armor."
"Just call me Prince Charming," Tony whispered back, smirking as he reached up and hooked a finger around her little finger as her hand moved back, mid-stride.