Title: Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
Rating: T
Disclaimer: What's theirs is theirs, what's mine is mine; It's as simple as that.
Summary: In a Yellow Submarine, we find the lives of the Messers – past, present, and future – all in harmony with The Beatles. All You Need is Love.
A/N: Instead of writing a story, which I can't, for the life of me and my muses, commit to, I figured a series of drabbles would be the way to go.
--
Chapter 1: Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
"Okay, just one more big smile and then you can go."
"Mo-om!" Lucy laughed, radiant in the green and white uniform of St. Michael's Academy, one of Manhattan's most distinguished Catholic schools, and a common place to find the offspring of New York's finest. "I need to go or I'm going to miss the bus."
"Your father is going to give you a ride today, miss. It's your first day of high school!" Lindsay snapped another picture of her daughter and set the camera down on the hall table. "Okay, come give me a hug."
Lucy scampered over to her mother, brown hair swinging gaily around her face. The girl was an almost perfect copy of her father, complete with the extra inch in height above her mother and crystal clear blue eyes. She obliged her mother, wrapping the older woman in a tight hug before stepping back, tugging anxiously at her skirt. "Ma, I don't know about this. I'm not really the uniform type."
Lindsay laughed. It was true, her daughter had been rather dubious of the plaid skirt and Oxford ensemble that was required at St. Michael's, but Lucy found her own ways to incorporate style into her life. She was a Messer; learning to cope with things beyond her control was not only normal, it was in her blood. At the moment, a large green ribbon wound through burnt honey locks, working as both a headband and a fashion statement. Lindsay's thoughts were voiced, however, not by her mouth, but by her husband.
"You look perfect, Luce! Even if you are the scholarship kid." Danny Messer held his arms wide for his daughter to rush into, which she did, grinning. "Daddy, we're going to be late," she whispered up into his ear, a habit that she had been guilty of since the age of four. Danny grinned down with her, radiating fatherly pride. "Can't have you beein' late for your first day, now can we?" he asked rhetorically, leaning over his daughter's head to kiss his wife.
"Good morning," Danny whispered, the same way he had been doing for fourteen years.
Lindsay beamed. "Back 'atcha, cowboy."
Lucy stepped out from between her parents with a small noise of disgust. "Okay, okay, good, great, can we go now, please?" She got as far as the front door with her bookbag before her mother's voice caught her.
"Wait, just one with the two of you!"
"Mo-om!"
--
A/N: Wait, so, how long has it been since I've done something for CSI:NY? Forever, you say? Oh, well, okay. Sheesh. I hope you all enjoy these. There's not going to be any real structure to them, just things that happen in my brain as I go along. I figure it's safer that way.