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I started this out as a one shot fic and it's taken on a like of it's own, so I'm turning it inot a series.
Here's the first one-shot of the series, I hope to have the next up by tomorrow and then theres a slightly longer one that I'm still working on.
Title: Daddy's Girl
Characters: 10.5, Sarah (OC)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 146
Genre: Angst, Character Study
Warnings: None
Summary: Why did he look so sad?
Author's Note: Sorry about Rose, but I really wanted this to focus on the father/daughter relationship, and I'm afraid that Rose might start to sound a lot like my mom if I try to focus on that as well (my mom and Rose would not be a very good mix, trust me, I love my mom, but rigourously strict acedemic mother doesn't seem to fit Rose in my mind at least).
Author's note 2: the later fics will have Sarah being older and possibly some fics from 10.5's POV.
Scared, I’m so scared. I don’t know what’s going on. Everything was safe warm and soft, but now what is this? It’s so loud I can’t…I can’t think. Why am I dangling upside down? This isn’t fun. I’m crying. Why am I crying? How should I know? It just feels like the right thing to do right now.
Warmth and love…two strong gentle arms…
I’m safe…I feel safe…I don’t have to cry anymore…I’m loved.
I want to open my eyes and see this new found source of comfort. Slowly my eyelids cooperate with me, and I see him. He looks so proud, so bewildered, but why does he look so sad.
“Your mother loved you,” he whispers. “Remember that, she wanted to meet you so much, but…”
He trailed off and raised me to his lips to touch me in the most strange and caring way.
Here's the first one-shot of the series, I hope to have the next up by tomorrow and then theres a slightly longer one that I'm still working on.
Title: Daddy's Girl
Characters: 10.5, Sarah (OC)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 146
Genre: Angst, Character Study
Warnings: None
Summary: Why did he look so sad?
Author's Note: Sorry about Rose, but I really wanted this to focus on the father/daughter relationship, and I'm afraid that Rose might start to sound a lot like my mom if I try to focus on that as well (my mom and Rose would not be a very good mix, trust me, I love my mom, but rigourously strict acedemic mother doesn't seem to fit Rose in my mind at least).
Author's note 2: the later fics will have Sarah being older and possibly some fics from 10.5's POV.
Scared, I’m so scared. I don’t know what’s going on. Everything was safe warm and soft, but now what is this? It’s so loud I can’t…I can’t think. Why am I dangling upside down? This isn’t fun. I’m crying. Why am I crying? How should I know? It just feels like the right thing to do right now.
Warmth and love…two strong gentle arms…
I’m safe…I feel safe…I don’t have to cry anymore…I’m loved.
I want to open my eyes and see this new found source of comfort. Slowly my eyelids cooperate with me, and I see him. He looks so proud, so bewildered, but why does he look so sad.
“Your mother loved you,” he whispers. “Remember that, she wanted to meet you so much, but…”
He trailed off and raised me to his lips to touch me in the most strange and caring way.
