Inconsistencies
Title: Inconsistencies
Rating: T
Fandom: Major Crimes
Characters: Rusty, Sharon
Word Count: ~250
Disclaimer: don't own them.
Summary: Rusty and Sharon talk more about Daniel Dunn--and the inconsistencies of parenting.
There was a knock on her bedroom door. Sharon sat up, quickly made sure she was decent--not that there was much danger of her being otherwise--and checked the time. It was early yet. Her sleep had been troubled anyway. Her boy was hurt; the man would pay for it dearly, as would anyone else who dared harm him.
“Come in, Rusty.”
He entered the room, slowly approaching the bed. He stood next to her, It was the only room in the house he hadn’t been in. “How’d you know it was me?”
She smiled. “An intruder probably wouldn’t knock first. What’s wrong? You okay?” She asked that, knowing he wasn’t. Neither of them was. One more adult, another parent had disappointed him. That hurt him more than the punches.
“You sure I didn’t do anything wrong?”
She shook her head. “I’m sure. Of course, if you had gotten a few punches in I wouldn’t have minded so much.”
“You confuse me sometimes, Sharon. You stopped talking to me because I beat up some classmates, but now you’d be okay if I hit the donor.”
She smiled. “It is inconsistent, isn’t it? Let me tell you a secret. I was glad you could defend yourself against those boys. And when Mr. Dunn shows his face, I’m probably going to need you to hold me back.”
He grinned. “I think I can do that. And Sharon, it’s okay. I got this.”
She touched his arm. “I know. But I’m right here anyway.”
“And you’re dangerous with a beanbag gun.”
She nodded. “Yes, I am.”
Rating: T
Fandom: Major Crimes
Characters: Rusty, Sharon
Word Count: ~250
Disclaimer: don't own them.
Summary: Rusty and Sharon talk more about Daniel Dunn--and the inconsistencies of parenting.
There was a knock on her bedroom door. Sharon sat up, quickly made sure she was decent--not that there was much danger of her being otherwise--and checked the time. It was early yet. Her sleep had been troubled anyway. Her boy was hurt; the man would pay for it dearly, as would anyone else who dared harm him.
“Come in, Rusty.”
He entered the room, slowly approaching the bed. He stood next to her, It was the only room in the house he hadn’t been in. “How’d you know it was me?”
She smiled. “An intruder probably wouldn’t knock first. What’s wrong? You okay?” She asked that, knowing he wasn’t. Neither of them was. One more adult, another parent had disappointed him. That hurt him more than the punches.
“You sure I didn’t do anything wrong?”
She shook her head. “I’m sure. Of course, if you had gotten a few punches in I wouldn’t have minded so much.”
“You confuse me sometimes, Sharon. You stopped talking to me because I beat up some classmates, but now you’d be okay if I hit the donor.”
She smiled. “It is inconsistent, isn’t it? Let me tell you a secret. I was glad you could defend yourself against those boys. And when Mr. Dunn shows his face, I’m probably going to need you to hold me back.”
He grinned. “I think I can do that. And Sharon, it’s okay. I got this.”
She touched his arm. “I know. But I’m right here anyway.”
“And you’re dangerous with a beanbag gun.”
She nodded. “Yes, I am.”