So, I Married The Girl

by Scarfy

Now, my mother is a very persuasive woman, understand, and could get anything she want and knew exactly how to get said things. These things including two diamond rings from my father, a certain college from me, and voice lessons as of yet.

Title: So, I Married Her
Author: AC (a-bit-of-wit)
Feedback: Feedback is tasty like nacho cheese.
Pairing: Allison/Benny (implied)
Rating: G- The lowest rating I've had ever.
Genre: Short Sweet Stuff
Summary: Not so long ago, Benny's Mom was a bitch. :D
Notes: I 3 Benny. So much. My second Benny-centric fic.
Special Thanks: To all of you. Because...I LOVE YOU. And my mom. 'Cause.
Spoilers: Benny is...Benny. HOLYSHITNOWAY.
Warnings: Benny's mummy changed when she got rich. OHNOZ.
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT. But I own Benny's mommy.

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A long time ago, my mom wanted me to take voice lessons.

Now, my mother is a very persuasive woman, understand, and could get anything she want and knew exactly how to get said things. These things including two diamond rings from my father, a certain college from me, and voice lessons as of yet. And a few I probably forgot, seeing that my mother had an impressive track record when it comes from getting things from people.

But she knew exactly how to do persuade, knew her little son inside and our as a mother should. She'd take my hands- much smaller then her's at the time, and look me straight in the face with her young brown eyes and shake my hands for emphasis.

"Benny," She tilted her head down, raising both eyebrows forward- a more mature verison facade Maureen often wore - and sigh before going on. "Ben, take voice lessons. You have a very nice voice and the teacher is very kind." She shook my hands slowly, waiting for the ripple from the impact to crawl all the way up to my shoulders before continuing. "It would make your old mother very happy." I'd laugh there, knowing she wasn't that old at all. She'd give me another look, this one pitiful but with a fringe of hopefulness in it. So simple and plain- so my mother. With out grand acts and staged words.

So, I took voice lessons.

A not so long time ago, my mom wanted me to marry a woman.

She knew actually how to convince me too; she knew her little older son inside and out like a mother should. She took my hands- now larger then her's, and looked me straight in the face with the older brown eyes with wrinkles beneath them.

"Benjamin," She had said, very formally, as my new mother did. As the mother married to the suddenly very rich Coffin II, who had recently tacked on the "II" and had forced his son to do likewise. Instead of leaning her head down, she would tilt it forward, acting superior despite her shorter height. "Benjamin, marry the girl. She's funny and polite- you love her, she loves you, what's the problem?" She chortled grandly, lifting a hand off his hand touching her neck briefly, her wrinkled fingertips gently sliding over the diamonds- another prize from father dearest. "It would make your old mother very happy." This time, I didn't laugh. I merely stared, wondering if the younger wilder mother had I once known was the same as this pompous new one. But she'd give me on final look, this one stronger and higher and more demanding then I was. I choked on air, unable to answer. Her expression was that of a tired predator, ready to swipe up anything in it's path. At the time, I didn't relate her to who she was when I was six and who she was now. I just saw the eyes I always wanted to please staring down at me.

So, I married the girl. /lj-cut