Wake Up Call - Verve Challenge
Title: Wake Up Call
Author: Sev
Fandom: CSI: LV, Stargate Atlantis
Pairing/character: David Hodges, Dr. Parrish
Rating: PG13 (FRT)
Prompt: Six Blessings and a Curse - #6
Warnings: AU, Crossover, Broken Family, Two OFCs, kidfic
Notes: First in the Long Road Ahead series.
May those who love us, love us; and those who don't love us, may God turn their hearts. And if He doesn't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so we'll know them by their limping.
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"So instead of calling me three months ago when you started seeing this man and telling me then that the bastard didn't like children," David's voice was even, almost calm, but that didn't belay the obvious anger, "you waited until you put our daughter on a plane to Vegas, BY HERSELF, before giving me the courtesy to call at - Oh look at the clock - four FUCKING O'clock in the morning to tell me - not explain but TELL me - that Bianca will be here in two hours and I should get my 'Lazy, good for nothing ass out of bed and go pick up the hell spawn so DCS isn't called in'."
David threw off the covers and groped around for the jeans he discarded somewhere over the side of his bed last night. He found them in the same crumpled heap he left them in and started to tug them up his legs while his ex-wife decided that he was interested in her weak excuses and even weaker justifications. She changed tactics somewhere between him putting on him putting his shoes on and grabbing his keys, started in on how he was a terrible father and worse husband. He'd heard it all before, of course. Hell he lived with it every day for nearly two years. But right now? Yeah he wasn't so much in the mood for listening to her bullshit.
"Madeline, shut up." It amazed him that she did but considering he all but yelled into his cell phone he really shouldn't have been. He rarely yelled at anyone in thirty something odd years. Snarked, complained, and basically bitched up a storm but he didn't yell. "You put a "six year old" on plane from Los Angeles to Las Vegas with no chaperone, no money, and no warning. What the hell would you have done if I'd been at work? Who would have been there to pick her up? Did you even dress her before putting her in the car? Was she even AWAKE?"
"She's six FUCKING years old, DeAngelo. SIX." David slammed the car into gear and headed towards the airport. If he was lucky he'd get there in forty-five minutes. Madeline had better pray he got there in forty-five minutes. "What the hell happened to you?!"
Madeline had been so full of life when he'd met her. She was sweet and vibrant, and David thought that he was the luckiest bastard in the world when she said yes. Then they moved from San Francisco to Los Angeles and things changed. David lost his wife somewhere between the drinking and the long hours - he hadn't touched a drop. And then came the divorce and Bianca...and a long drive to Las Vegas. Four years and a lot heartache later and he's driving to the fucking airport at O'dark thirty to pick up the only thing that mattered in his life.
David sighed in frustration, maybe even resignation, "Madeline, I hope you and your boyfriend enjoy your vacation." He hit END on his cell phone and turned on 589 to 562. At this time of morning the traffic wasn't so bad, he figured he could hit 15 for the airport in record time.
Twenty minutes later David was dialing a number he never thought he'd have to, letting it ring until he heard the machine clicked over.
'You've reached Jonathan Parrish; I'm not here at the moment but more than likely I shall be soon. Leave your name and number, and hopefully I'll get back to you.'
David waited for the beep, "Jon...Jon I'm calling that favor in. Madd's finally lost it and I mean seriously lost it. She called me just before Four...Bee's on a plane to me right now, Jon. I need that favor." He sighed, trying to ignore the painful twisting in his gut. "I can't loose her this time."
He ended the connection and let the cell slip to his lap. The blacktop rose out in front of him and stretched for miles, promising both distance and a destination. David hoped by the time he turned into McCarran he'd be able to feel something more than the bone-deep fear of uncertainty that was doing its best to choke the breath out of him.
His baby deserved better.
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Author: Sev
Fandom: CSI: LV, Stargate Atlantis
Pairing/character: David Hodges, Dr. Parrish
Rating: PG13 (FRT)
Prompt: Six Blessings and a Curse - #6
Warnings: AU, Crossover, Broken Family, Two OFCs, kidfic
Notes: First in the Long Road Ahead series.
May those who love us, love us; and those who don't love us, may God turn their hearts. And if He doesn't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so we'll know them by their limping.
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"So instead of calling me three months ago when you started seeing this man and telling me then that the bastard didn't like children," David's voice was even, almost calm, but that didn't belay the obvious anger, "you waited until you put our daughter on a plane to Vegas, BY HERSELF, before giving me the courtesy to call at - Oh look at the clock - four FUCKING O'clock in the morning to tell me - not explain but TELL me - that Bianca will be here in two hours and I should get my 'Lazy, good for nothing ass out of bed and go pick up the hell spawn so DCS isn't called in'."
David threw off the covers and groped around for the jeans he discarded somewhere over the side of his bed last night. He found them in the same crumpled heap he left them in and started to tug them up his legs while his ex-wife decided that he was interested in her weak excuses and even weaker justifications. She changed tactics somewhere between him putting on him putting his shoes on and grabbing his keys, started in on how he was a terrible father and worse husband. He'd heard it all before, of course. Hell he lived with it every day for nearly two years. But right now? Yeah he wasn't so much in the mood for listening to her bullshit.
"Madeline, shut up." It amazed him that she did but considering he all but yelled into his cell phone he really shouldn't have been. He rarely yelled at anyone in thirty something odd years. Snarked, complained, and basically bitched up a storm but he didn't yell. "You put a "six year old" on plane from Los Angeles to Las Vegas with no chaperone, no money, and no warning. What the hell would you have done if I'd been at work? Who would have been there to pick her up? Did you even dress her before putting her in the car? Was she even AWAKE?"
"She's six FUCKING years old, DeAngelo. SIX." David slammed the car into gear and headed towards the airport. If he was lucky he'd get there in forty-five minutes. Madeline had better pray he got there in forty-five minutes. "What the hell happened to you?!"
Madeline had been so full of life when he'd met her. She was sweet and vibrant, and David thought that he was the luckiest bastard in the world when she said yes. Then they moved from San Francisco to Los Angeles and things changed. David lost his wife somewhere between the drinking and the long hours - he hadn't touched a drop. And then came the divorce and Bianca...and a long drive to Las Vegas. Four years and a lot heartache later and he's driving to the fucking airport at O'dark thirty to pick up the only thing that mattered in his life.
David sighed in frustration, maybe even resignation, "Madeline, I hope you and your boyfriend enjoy your vacation." He hit END on his cell phone and turned on 589 to 562. At this time of morning the traffic wasn't so bad, he figured he could hit 15 for the airport in record time.
Twenty minutes later David was dialing a number he never thought he'd have to, letting it ring until he heard the machine clicked over.
'You've reached Jonathan Parrish; I'm not here at the moment but more than likely I shall be soon. Leave your name and number, and hopefully I'll get back to you.'
David waited for the beep, "Jon...Jon I'm calling that favor in. Madd's finally lost it and I mean seriously lost it. She called me just before Four...Bee's on a plane to me right now, Jon. I need that favor." He sighed, trying to ignore the painful twisting in his gut. "I can't loose her this time."
He ended the connection and let the cell slip to his lap. The blacktop rose out in front of him and stretched for miles, promising both distance and a destination. David hoped by the time he turned into McCarran he'd be able to feel something more than the bone-deep fear of uncertainty that was doing its best to choke the breath out of him.
His baby deserved better.
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