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Remix: "The Golem Child" (Don, Alice)(M)((October Rewind)remix of 'Like Father, Like Daughter')
Title: The Golem Child.
Author: Keenir
Remix of: Like Father, like Daughter by Swingandswirl! (go read it!)
October Rewind prompts: Parent, Resemblance, Generations, Own.
Characters: Don/Alice & Daiyu Eppes; mention of Val, Charlie, Alan.
Summary: Don watches his daughter grow up.
Warnings: AU future.
Rating: M
Word Count: 152-104-127-120.
Spoilers: Trouble in Chinatown, Soft Target.
Disclaimer: All canon characters are the property of CBS, Heuton & Falacci. All original characters are mine.
note: I was writing part 3 last, and it suggested the title.
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Don stepped inside to check messages and - if possible - grab a quick kiss before heading back out to his next shift, and saw the note taped to the Multiplication fridge magnet.
Written in Alice's looping scrawl, Test was positive; I'm on a case right now. Our parents will be delighted. Val's coming over tomorrow to help me with the changing room.
He stands there, reading the little yellow paper again. Blinks, reads once more. It isn't like they haven't discussed this, him and her talking about this day.
Don stands there, staring at the note. It's just like what he tells people who think they know what to expect when they're assigned out here: "There's knowing, and then there's experiencing it."
The difference is a bucket of ice, it feels like...with a feeling of hope in this.
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Don looks at his daughter as she lies sleeping in her cradle, and wonders how everything will turn out.
Alice's family is more mathematical, with each generation a mix of the preceeding generation's careers - her parents were a cop and a translator, as an example. The Eppes were scattershot in contrast - an architect, a math wunderkid, an FBI agent, under their roof.
Right now, the littlest Eppes and youngest Chen is content with plush building blocks - later on, though, is an open question.
"You'll be okay, Daiyu," Don tells his daughter. No matter what you decide to do. He'll be proud.
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"I want to be in the FBI," Daiyu had announced one Rosh Hashanah, then stated that she wanted to fill out all the required paperwork by the next Chinese New Year - set in stone all the courses she needed to take in order to join the FBI.
Her grandparents didn't object because a) Daiyu was their darling grandchild, b) there was nothing to stop a government employee from becoming President. Charlie certainly said nothing to disuade them.
"Dad?" Daiyu asked, looking at him with what Alan had said was 'distinctively her own, but I can see you in the expression, Don.'
Don thought back on how his only child had been able to take apart sidearms since she was twelve, and worried what he had created.
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Aside from news cameras, this was a closed session of the Special Investigative Panel - but Don and Alice had been allowed in to observe.
"Daiyu Irene Eppes," the Congresswoman said once everyone had returned from stretching their legs.
"I'm still here," said the ex-Agent, sitting behind the desk still; her specialty had always been problem-solving of the non-numerical kind.
"Do you know why you have been called before this august body?"
I solved the Israeli-Palestinian dispute, and you're chewing me out on it? Like it's my fault that the only long-term viable solution is one that satisfied neither side?
"When have I ever not owned up to what I've done?" Daiyu Eppes asked rhetorically; the answer was never.
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The End
Author: Keenir
Remix of: Like Father, like Daughter by Swingandswirl! (go read it!)
October Rewind prompts: Parent, Resemblance, Generations, Own.
Characters: Don/Alice & Daiyu Eppes; mention of Val, Charlie, Alan.
Summary: Don watches his daughter grow up.
Warnings: AU future.
Rating: M
Word Count: 152-104-127-120.
Spoilers: Trouble in Chinatown, Soft Target.
Disclaimer: All canon characters are the property of CBS, Heuton & Falacci. All original characters are mine.
note: I was writing part 3 last, and it suggested the title.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don stepped inside to check messages and - if possible - grab a quick kiss before heading back out to his next shift, and saw the note taped to the Multiplication fridge magnet.
Written in Alice's looping scrawl, Test was positive; I'm on a case right now. Our parents will be delighted. Val's coming over tomorrow to help me with the changing room.
He stands there, reading the little yellow paper again. Blinks, reads once more. It isn't like they haven't discussed this, him and her talking about this day.
Don stands there, staring at the note. It's just like what he tells people who think they know what to expect when they're assigned out here: "There's knowing, and then there's experiencing it."
The difference is a bucket of ice, it feels like...with a feeling of hope in this.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don looks at his daughter as she lies sleeping in her cradle, and wonders how everything will turn out.
Alice's family is more mathematical, with each generation a mix of the preceeding generation's careers - her parents were a cop and a translator, as an example. The Eppes were scattershot in contrast - an architect, a math wunderkid, an FBI agent, under their roof.
Right now, the littlest Eppes and youngest Chen is content with plush building blocks - later on, though, is an open question.
"You'll be okay, Daiyu," Don tells his daughter. No matter what you decide to do. He'll be proud.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I want to be in the FBI," Daiyu had announced one Rosh Hashanah, then stated that she wanted to fill out all the required paperwork by the next Chinese New Year - set in stone all the courses she needed to take in order to join the FBI.
Her grandparents didn't object because a) Daiyu was their darling grandchild, b) there was nothing to stop a government employee from becoming President. Charlie certainly said nothing to disuade them.
"Dad?" Daiyu asked, looking at him with what Alan had said was 'distinctively her own, but I can see you in the expression, Don.'
Don thought back on how his only child had been able to take apart sidearms since she was twelve, and worried what he had created.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aside from news cameras, this was a closed session of the Special Investigative Panel - but Don and Alice had been allowed in to observe.
"Daiyu Irene Eppes," the Congresswoman said once everyone had returned from stretching their legs.
"I'm still here," said the ex-Agent, sitting behind the desk still; her specialty had always been problem-solving of the non-numerical kind.
"Do you know why you have been called before this august body?"
I solved the Israeli-Palestinian dispute, and you're chewing me out on it? Like it's my fault that the only long-term viable solution is one that satisfied neither side?
"When have I ever not owned up to what I've done?" Daiyu Eppes asked rhetorically; the answer was never.
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The End