Original: Who Needs a Prince? (Diana and Steven) PG
Title: Who Needs a Prince?
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Diana and Steven Barrington (mention of Sean and Lucinda)
Rating: PG
Summary: When Diana's wedding falls apart before her eyes, her father steps in to try and pick her up. Problem is that he's suffering just as much...
Warning: *Written for Round 20 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompt #32: "Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live." (Oscar Wilde)
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspirations comes from characteraday, with thanks.
Originally posted: November 14, 2009
Part One
One hour before her wedding, Diana Barrington had decided to take a walk so that she could get out of the small room serving as her sitting area. In order to avoid the guests, she went down the back stairs. And that's where she found Sean, her fiancé, and her step-mother, Lucinda.
Oddly, she was more angry that Lucinda was cheating on her father than she was that Sean was cheating on her. While Diana was not a 'Daddy's girl', she was her father's daughter. If Steven Barrington was the 'bull', Diana was the 'horns'. Though, her reactions were always a bit more... calm. 'Kill them with kindness', and all.
"Well," she said, clearing her throat and staring at the wall in front of her, "this should make Thanksgiving much more interesting." Sean and Lucy jumped at her presence - Lucy pulled her blouse up to cover herself while Sean backed up and quickly adjusted his zipper - and he moved over to her side in desperation.
As his hands moved to her arms, Diana shifted backwards and threw her hands up in disgust. She didn't need to say a word; he could see it in her eyes. Diana's gaze moved to Lucy, who was trying to fix her hair and make herself presentable, but Lucy wouldn’t look at her. Diana breathed out slowly, reached down to pick up the skirts of her dress and turned back to the stairs.
As she reached the top of the stairs, the corset of the dress had become too tight and Diana couldn't breathe. Well, in her mind, it had become too tight. She wasn't going to start crying. As Diana reached the top of the stairs and turned into the hallway, she looked up to see her father standing at the door. His head tilted at the look on her face and, before he could even take a step toward her, Sean was at the top of the stairs.
Diana was almost at Steven's side when Lucy appeared in the hallway. Where Diana was furious with Lucy, Stephen wanted to murder Sean. Not because it was clearly obvious what he had missed downstairs, but that his daughter had been hurt. Steven was a 'girl's daddy'.
Diana pushed into the small room and sunk into the nearest corner. The door was still open, but her heart was pounding far too loudly for her to hear whatever was being said in the hallway. After about ten minutes, Diana managed to push herself up and moved over to the pitcher of water on the desk.
An hour after her wedding should have taken place, Diana had composed herself and was staring out the window when her father came into the room. She was actually all right - far from fine with what had happened - but she was calm, fairly collected... and she really wanted to get out of the dress and into her favorite pair of jeans and her red sweater.
Steven offered to drive her home and she accepted. They arrived at an almost-entirely packed apartment - she would be moving in to the new apartment with Sean once they got back from Ireland - and Diana tried not to think about the fact that she was certainly not planning on making that move now. After changing from the clothes she had worn to the church and into her jeans and sweater, Diana moved back into the living room and started looking for the reservation paperwork while Steven prepared her a cup of tea.
"Why don't you go, sweetheart?" Diana looked up from the desk and gave her father a confused look before she turned back to the stack of bills and other important papers.
"I can't go, Dad," she told him, and gave up looking for the papers. She dropped into the desk chair with a huff and he stepped around the island with a tall mug.
"Why not?" he asked, holding the tea out for her. She took it from him and had a sip as Steven leaned against the desk and crossed his arms. "Trip's paid for," he offered, "and you've always wanted to go to Ireland..."
"And leave you here to have all the fun?" she asked with a bit more bite than she'd intended. Diana closed her eyes and dropped her head slightly. And then it hit her. Diana's head tilted just right and she gave Steven a look, which he didn't see.
"Honey, go on this trip. Get away from this," he waved to the apartment full of boxes. He laughed slightly and added: "It'll still be here when you get you get back." He looked at her and noticed the look on her face. "What?" he asked, frowning as he pushed off the desk. Diana set her tea down on the desk and rolled herself closer to Steven. When she held out a hand, Steven took it.
"I'll go tomorrow. On one condition." Steven blinked. Diana squeezed her father's hand and gave him that look, the one he couldn't say 'no' to. "You come with me." Steven laughed and shook his head. He pulled Diana out of the chair and walked her toward the couch. "I mean it, Dad."
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Diana and Steven Barrington (mention of Sean and Lucinda)
Rating: PG
Summary: When Diana's wedding falls apart before her eyes, her father steps in to try and pick her up. Problem is that he's suffering just as much...
Warning: *Written for Round 20 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompt #32: "Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live." (Oscar Wilde)
Disclaimer: For the first time, I can say that EVERYTHING about this one is MINE, ALL MINE. Mwahaha!! Inspirations comes from characteraday, with thanks.
Originally posted: November 14, 2009
Part One
One hour before her wedding, Diana Barrington had decided to take a walk so that she could get out of the small room serving as her sitting area. In order to avoid the guests, she went down the back stairs. And that's where she found Sean, her fiancé, and her step-mother, Lucinda.
Oddly, she was more angry that Lucinda was cheating on her father than she was that Sean was cheating on her. While Diana was not a 'Daddy's girl', she was her father's daughter. If Steven Barrington was the 'bull', Diana was the 'horns'. Though, her reactions were always a bit more... calm. 'Kill them with kindness', and all.
"Well," she said, clearing her throat and staring at the wall in front of her, "this should make Thanksgiving much more interesting." Sean and Lucy jumped at her presence - Lucy pulled her blouse up to cover herself while Sean backed up and quickly adjusted his zipper - and he moved over to her side in desperation.
As his hands moved to her arms, Diana shifted backwards and threw her hands up in disgust. She didn't need to say a word; he could see it in her eyes. Diana's gaze moved to Lucy, who was trying to fix her hair and make herself presentable, but Lucy wouldn’t look at her. Diana breathed out slowly, reached down to pick up the skirts of her dress and turned back to the stairs.
As she reached the top of the stairs, the corset of the dress had become too tight and Diana couldn't breathe. Well, in her mind, it had become too tight. She wasn't going to start crying. As Diana reached the top of the stairs and turned into the hallway, she looked up to see her father standing at the door. His head tilted at the look on her face and, before he could even take a step toward her, Sean was at the top of the stairs.
Diana was almost at Steven's side when Lucy appeared in the hallway. Where Diana was furious with Lucy, Stephen wanted to murder Sean. Not because it was clearly obvious what he had missed downstairs, but that his daughter had been hurt. Steven was a 'girl's daddy'.
Diana pushed into the small room and sunk into the nearest corner. The door was still open, but her heart was pounding far too loudly for her to hear whatever was being said in the hallway. After about ten minutes, Diana managed to push herself up and moved over to the pitcher of water on the desk.
An hour after her wedding should have taken place, Diana had composed herself and was staring out the window when her father came into the room. She was actually all right - far from fine with what had happened - but she was calm, fairly collected... and she really wanted to get out of the dress and into her favorite pair of jeans and her red sweater.
Steven offered to drive her home and she accepted. They arrived at an almost-entirely packed apartment - she would be moving in to the new apartment with Sean once they got back from Ireland - and Diana tried not to think about the fact that she was certainly not planning on making that move now. After changing from the clothes she had worn to the church and into her jeans and sweater, Diana moved back into the living room and started looking for the reservation paperwork while Steven prepared her a cup of tea.
"Why don't you go, sweetheart?" Diana looked up from the desk and gave her father a confused look before she turned back to the stack of bills and other important papers.
"I can't go, Dad," she told him, and gave up looking for the papers. She dropped into the desk chair with a huff and he stepped around the island with a tall mug.
"Why not?" he asked, holding the tea out for her. She took it from him and had a sip as Steven leaned against the desk and crossed his arms. "Trip's paid for," he offered, "and you've always wanted to go to Ireland..."
"And leave you here to have all the fun?" she asked with a bit more bite than she'd intended. Diana closed her eyes and dropped her head slightly. And then it hit her. Diana's head tilted just right and she gave Steven a look, which he didn't see.
"Honey, go on this trip. Get away from this," he waved to the apartment full of boxes. He laughed slightly and added: "It'll still be here when you get you get back." He looked at her and noticed the look on her face. "What?" he asked, frowning as he pushed off the desk. Diana set her tea down on the desk and rolled herself closer to Steven. When she held out a hand, Steven took it.
"I'll go tomorrow. On one condition." Steven blinked. Diana squeezed her father's hand and gave him that look, the one he couldn't say 'no' to. "You come with me." Steven laughed and shook his head. He pulled Diana out of the chair and walked her toward the couch. "I mean it, Dad."