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I was supposed to be buying a car today, but my bank doesn't have a counter service today, so no money and hence no car until Tuesday, which is a massive, massive pain, since I have meetings all day Monday.
Also, I got caught in the rain and soaking wet, and forgot three of the things I meant to buy in Tesco.
So, since my genficathon fic is definitely not a cheering me up kind of fic, a meme:
Either:
1. Give me a character and a story and I'll tell you three things about them that didn't make the story (or)
2. Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future (or)
3. Ask me a question about one of my fic . It can be absolutely anything in any fic and I will tell you the honest-to-god answer. Don’t hold back. Ask about major upcoming plot points if you want to. Whatever you ask, I have to answer truthfully.
Also, I got caught in the rain and soaking wet, and forgot three of the things I meant to buy in Tesco.
So, since my genficathon fic is definitely not a cheering me up kind of fic, a meme:
Either:
1. Give me a character and a story and I'll tell you three things about them that didn't make the story (or)
2. Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future (or)
3. Ask me a question about one of my fic . It can be absolutely anything in any fic and I will tell you the honest-to-god answer. Don’t hold back. Ask about major upcoming plot points if you want to. Whatever you ask, I have to answer truthfully.
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"And Talia's got a kitten," Alex tells John, perched on his hip while Cam juggles mail and groceries and front door keys. "Called Fluffy, Daddy."
"That's nice," John says as Cam mutters, "Victory," and opens the door. "What color?"
"Um," Alex says, leaning his head against John's shoulder. "Don't know."
"I'm sure it's a beautiful kitten," John says. He's not actually sure Alex, even after all these months on Earth, actually knows what a kitten looks like, or even is. He can't think of any of their neighbors who have pets. "Down you go, take your coat off."
"Daddy, help," Alex says, wriggling down willingly enough. John crouches down to help with the buttons, happy just to avoid an hour of trying to persuade Alex that he can't wear his coat inside – it's been cold enough for Alex to wear his new coat for a few days now. Cam shakes his head, laughing, and goes into the kitchen to dump the groceries.
He comes out a minute later and hands John a thick cream envelope. "Yours."
John takes it, hands it back, because that's not the kind of envelope that comes for someone whose entire social circle is in another galaxy. "Tis it?" Alex asks, looking up from where he's trying to unlace his shoes.
"For Daddy." Cam crouches down to help Alex, handing the envelope back to John. "Postmark's Canada."
John's momentarily distracted from wondering who in Canada could be sending them formal invitations when he sees the address, which reads, Colonel C. Mitchell, Mr J. Sheppard & Master A. Sheppard.
"Don't say it," Cam says without looking up.
"It's not right," John says, knowing he sounds like Alex when he's sulking, and not caring.
"He's three, he doesn't need a last name that's longer than he is."
John shrugs, because they've had this argument more times than he can count, and he knows they're both sick of it. Doesn't help John to let go though – he knows Cam's family isn't like his own, that if anything ever happened to Cam they wouldn't care that Alex doesn't have his name as well, but John just wants to make sure. He wants everyone – Cam, Alex – to know that Alex belongs with the Mitchells as much as with the Sheppards. More, probably.
"Open the letter, Daddy," Alex says impatiently, and John thinks again that it's a shame that Kendall, who pretty much instantly became Alex's favourite cousin, is too little to write to him.
"Okay, okay." John draws out a wedding invitation, thick cream card and calligraphied black lettering, and, surprised, checks the names. "Oh my sainted aunt."
Cam cracks up and sits down hard, and Alex starts giggling as well, even though John doubts he has any idea of what's funny. "Excuse me?" Can says.
"If you want to be the one who explains to Miss Blanca why Alex is using four letter words, be my guest," John says. This is, he decides, a moment that might go better if he's sitting down, and does, pressing his side against Cam's.
"Who is it?" Cam asks.
John looks at the invitation again, just in case the words have changed into something that makes more sense, something that he *shouldn't* already know. They haven't. "Rodney and Jennifer. In March."
"Oh," Cam says softly. "I'm sure he meant to tell you."
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Oh, Rodney. *thwaps him a little* Of course he never got around to telling John he was getting married. It'd be one of those things he was sure he communicated, that one time he was telling John about upgrades to the power grid.
Cam's family wouldn't care about the last name, you're absolutely right. I'm with John, though--in the Red Ribbon 'verse, Brendan's last name is Sheppard-Mitchell. Of course, he's genetically Cam's son as well as John's, and Brendan's teachers often shorten his last name to just Mitchell. (When he's in trouble, though, Cam calls him "Brendan John Sheppard-Mitchell" in that you're in big trouble, mister voice. *g*)
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Something like that :)
Cam's family wouldn't care about the last name, you're absolutely right. I'm with John, though
I think in a way John's problem is less that he's worried Cam's famly (or Cam) would care about it, and more that Cam doesn't get why John's worried, that they've got this sort of uncrossable gap of experience that he's maybe not really noticed before.
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Given the glacial speed with which I finish things that have no deadline, I will never complain about slow sequels, but I am looking forward to reading this when you finally finish it.
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How about Reconciliation, and either the future as in the next time Colby and Evan meet up, or the future as in the morning after where Reconciliation ends.
If you don't mind :)
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How about 6 months after the close of "Almost, But Not Quite"?