Title: Cliffnotes, August 14, 2000
Author: Chance
E-mail: chance1562@aol.com
Feedback: Please
Category: Family
Spoilers: none
Season/sequel/series: Cliffnotes
Rating: G
Content warnings: none
Summary: In Cliffnotes
Archive: The Wanderings, ELF Command, Mo, if you want it, WWOMB, anyone else, ask
Disclaimer: I don't own seaQuest, but I do own this one concept. I made no money from this
Author's notes: Thanks to Shannon for the beta and to Mel B. for the help with the word I finally wrote one! I've actually had this one since three weeks ago or so, but only now got it to beta I'll hopefully have these back to what they were
For AT, I miss you
****
"Clang-clang-clang-clang."
Carol Bridger sighed and fought the urge to clap her hands over her ears and run screaming from the room. As it was, all she could do was grit her teeth and try to weather the "storm."
"Lookit, Mommy, I'm a drummer!" Lucas, her three-year-old son, squealed from the kitchen floor, where he was contentedly banging a wooden spoon onto a collection of pots and pans in front of him. Somehow - and for the life of her she couldn't even think of how he had known to do it - Lucas has figured out a way to suspend a couple of pot lids from the lower drawers and had improvised a couple of cymbals to complete his "drum set."
"That's…great honey," she replied, a fake smile plastered on her face. 'Someone send me Excedrin, now. "You're doing a really good job." Her mind raced, trying to think of anything that would distract the toddler from his banging. "Hey, isn't the new Pokemon 3030 coming on soon? You said you wanted to watch it."
For a moment - as Lucas' face lit up at her words - she thought she'd come across the solution. 'Never thought I'd be so happy to know that that show was coming on,' she thought bemusedly. One didn't have to spend a lot of time with children to know that Pokemon, and its many spawned offspring, were one of the most annoying things on earth, but if it got her a few minutes relief from the master drummer before her, she was quite prepared to drop to her knees and thank the Pokemon gods…personal feelings of revulsion aside.
Her hopes were soon dashed however when Lucas shook his head, picked his spoon back up and started to bang with a renewed vigor.
"Nah, Daddy said he'd tape it for me at work and we could all watch it later on tonight."
"Oh he did, did he? Any reason why, honey?" she asked nonchalantly as the vegetables she was chopping turned into puree under her suddenly swiftly moving hand.
"Uh huh. He couldn't watch it with me yesterday 'cause he had a meeting with Mr. Longfellow at the base, so we can all watch it tonight together. Isn't that great?" Soon the three-year-old was too engrossed to notice his mother didn't answer him.
'Nathan,' Carol thought, exasperated, 'I am going to hurt you when you come home tonight. You and I both know that Carl Longfellow wasn't doing anything at the base last night but collecting bets for the football pool. Just for this, you get to help him input all five-hundred-and-seventy-six Pokemon into his pocket collector…and learn each and every one of their powers to boot.'
Feeling quite a bit better now that her revenge had been planned, Carol slowed her chopping to a calmer pace and started to hum under her breath. Had anyone been paying close attention to her, they would have noticed she was humming the song "Got You Where I Want You."
Author: Chance
E-mail: chance1562@aol.com
Feedback: Please
Category: Family
Spoilers: none
Season/sequel/series: Cliffnotes
Rating: G
Content warnings: none
Summary: In Cliffnotes
Archive: The Wanderings, ELF Command, Mo, if you want it, WWOMB, anyone else, ask
Disclaimer: I don't own seaQuest, but I do own this one concept. I made no money from this
Author's notes: Thanks to Shannon for the beta and to Mel B. for the help with the word
For AT, I miss you
****
"Clang-clang-clang-clang."
Carol Bridger sighed and fought the urge to clap her hands over her ears and run screaming from the room. As it was, all she could do was grit her teeth and try to weather the "storm."
"Lookit, Mommy, I'm a drummer!" Lucas, her three-year-old son, squealed from the kitchen floor, where he was contentedly banging a wooden spoon onto a collection of pots and pans in front of him. Somehow - and for the life of her she couldn't even think of how he had known to do it - Lucas has figured out a way to suspend a couple of pot lids from the lower drawers and had improvised a couple of cymbals to complete his "drum set."
"That's…great honey," she replied, a fake smile plastered on her face. 'Someone send me Excedrin, now. "You're doing a really good job." Her mind raced, trying to think of anything that would distract the toddler from his banging. "Hey, isn't the new Pokemon 3030 coming on soon? You said you wanted to watch it."
For a moment - as Lucas' face lit up at her words - she thought she'd come across the solution. 'Never thought I'd be so happy to know that that show was coming on,' she thought bemusedly. One didn't have to spend a lot of time with children to know that Pokemon, and its many spawned offspring, were one of the most annoying things on earth, but if it got her a few minutes relief from the master drummer before her, she was quite prepared to drop to her knees and thank the Pokemon gods…personal feelings of revulsion aside.
Her hopes were soon dashed however when Lucas shook his head, picked his spoon back up and started to bang with a renewed vigor.
"Nah, Daddy said he'd tape it for me at work and we could all watch it later on tonight."
"Oh he did, did he? Any reason why, honey?" she asked nonchalantly as the vegetables she was chopping turned into puree under her suddenly swiftly moving hand.
"Uh huh. He couldn't watch it with me yesterday 'cause he had a meeting with Mr. Longfellow at the base, so we can all watch it tonight together. Isn't that great?" Soon the three-year-old was too engrossed to notice his mother didn't answer him.
'Nathan,' Carol thought, exasperated, 'I am going to hurt you when you come home tonight. You and I both know that Carl Longfellow wasn't doing anything at the base last night but collecting bets for the football pool. Just for this, you get to help him input all five-hundred-and-seventy-six Pokemon into his pocket collector…and learn each and every one of their powers to boot.'
Feeling quite a bit better now that her revenge had been planned, Carol slowed her chopping to a calmer pace and started to hum under her breath. Had anyone been paying close attention to her, they would have noticed she was humming the song "Got You Where I Want You."