Disclaimer: As much I'd like it, most the characters don't belong to me.
Their luck!
In the story "When good actors find bad fanfiction" (which was really funny by the way) there was forgotten one species of writers: those, who can't speak English and mix up all kinds of English they know! Makes the characters sound as if they are foreigners in their own country and im my case it leads to a disaster. You guessed well: I've done it again!! Sorry, don't give up the hope, I don't either! :)
The man fumbled on his tie. He hated these silky ones. They were smooth and he couldn't properly hold them them, maybe he was just to clumsy. Right over left, then down and...The one edge of his tie fell onto his shoulder. Cursing unhearably, he made a next attempt. Looking in the mirror of the bedroom, he saw a young girl standing in the doorway.
She grinned, came over to him, hugged him –which didn't make it easier for him to use his arms- and gave him a kiss onto his cheek. Her hair was blonde and she had blue eyes, almost the same blue as his, but hers had a bit more of green in them. Usually she was as tall as him, but now she wore some High Heels and had to bend down a little to place her chin on his shoulder.
"You're looking good!", she said, smiling cutely.
"You too!", his reply was honest, but less impressed than she had hoped.
He chuckled slightly. Oh yeah, he had learned over the years.
"Sooo...", she recognised that she had to become more specific,"may I drive today?"
He blinked and smiled warmly at her. "Sure", and when he saw that she was about to jump he added,"if you kill me before!"
"Daddy, why not?"
"Because I want to get to my best friend's 90th birthday with every bone at the right place!", he answered. "By the way you should start getting changed now. We are leaving in thirty minutes."
She scrutisized herself in the mirror. "Why, don't you like the skirt?"
"This is no skirt, that is a wide belt!"
She sulked and folded her arms in front of her chest. "Mom has said that I've pretty legs!", she tried to look as innocently as she was able to.
"Yeah and they'd look even prettier in some black trousers!", still he was able to contradict, but realized that he was getting soft. Unfortunately she realized it, too. Her face lightened. "Hey, you will let me wear what I want and I won't get on your nervs with the car! Deal?"
He sighed. Sometimes he got the feeling that she was too intelligent with only 16 years. And stubborn. Like her mother, he thought.
"Deal!", what else could he say? She was just so sweet. And she was his little girl. He watched her leaving the bedroom. She almost ran into her mother, who had been standing outside and listening to their discussion.
Chuckeling she went into the room. She took the edges of his tie. "Let me do this before you strangle yourself!"
"Where has she got it from?", he was still starring at the door where his daughter had just disappeared.
"What? The intelligence or the stubborness?"
"Both..."
"The stubborness from you, Jess! The intelligence...", she didn't go on, but smiled at him evily.
He glared at her, artificially indignantly. "I'm not stubborn! Anyway what are you laughing at?", he felt rather uncomfortable, she looked so knowingly, amused by something and he knew that he was this something.
She shrugged. "I've just thought that it is quite funny that one of the best surgeons in California is not able to make a node into his tie!"
She had to laugh out loudly as she looked at him. He tried to look hurt, but couldn't manage it, he couldn't take himself seriously, at least not in respect of his career. He was still the man who wanted to help, who treated everyone politely and with his special kind of humour, who could name probably everyone at the Community General Hospital by his or her first name, who liked it more to be called 'Doc' than 'Doctor', the man she'd fallen in love with a long time ago.
His face was still the same, God, he really hadn't aged much and he hadn't grown up. These eyes, deeply blue, she had often the feeling that she could sink into them, how he watched her at the moment –michievous and a little admiring- was the same way as he had always done for about 20 years.
That reminded her of something. "Daniel called earlier..."
"You mean our son? The boy who should be studying in Wisconsin and finally stop becoming taller and taller? How's he?"
She smiled at his mild sarcasm, which was used to appear sometimes behind this boyish and enthusiatic character. He was a loving father and his children loved his dad, too, because he had always time for them.
"Daniel said he'll visit us on our wedding day, isn't that sweet? Have you remembered your parents' wedding day?!" Then she bit on her lip. In the affection of her caring son she'd forgotten her husband's relationship to his parents.
He chuckled sadly. "Nope and I doubt that they did." He wasn't mad at her and she was glad to hear that. She really hadn't wanted to hurt him. She loved him so much.
Trying to change the topic and make him smile she said:"Daniel wants to introduce his new girlfriend to us!"
"Oh, I see!" He giggled. "What's her name? Jenny?"
"No, Jenny was last month. The new one is....Lucy, I think!"
He was about to answer something, but was interrupted by a young voice from the other end of the corridor. "Mom! Where is my green eye shadow?!"
"Probably where you've last left it, honey!", cried Lilia and pulled a last time on Jesse's tie. "Ready!", she scrutisized her work and leaned sighingly against her husband's warm chest. He was slim, only a little taller than her, about four years older. "Kids, what would we do without them?"
He hugged her and kissed her neck softly. He could smell her hair, her skin, could feel her dainty figure, even when he closed his eyes he could see her face, her eyes, expressive, clever, powerful. "I know something we'd do a lot more often without them around!"
"Remember, Jess, that's the way how we got them!"
The two of them stood still in front of the mirror hugging and kissing when a derogatory remark came from the direction of the door:"Don't you think you are a little too old for that?!"
Jesse took his dark blue jacket. "You're right, Laura! I promise we'll behave from now!"
His daughter rolled with her eyes and grinned.
"Ok, are you ready? Then let's go!", commanded Lilia, put a lipstick into her pocket and went out of the door.
Jesse followed his wife and his daughter, whistling happily.
The elder man stood at the bottom of the stairs, glancing impatietly at his watch! The chief of the LAPD couldn't believe it. He was able to command God-knows how many police officers around and could count on that they'd exactly do what he'd said, but his own children were somehow different.
"Greg, Tess, Eric!! What are you doin' up there, workin' on some bombs?!"
A girl with light-brown hair, which was formed to a pony-tail, and hazelnut- brown eyes made the hell of a din as she ran down the stairs, pulling on her blouse to make it fit properly. "Better ask what these guys don't do!", she remarked, rushing past his dad into the kitchen.
"How was that meant?", he enquired, but he understood it when he saw his son's coming down from the top of the stairs. He sighed. "Boys, when I said: 'Get dressed!', I was meaning that you should at least put on a blazer over your shirts!"
The younger brown-haired boy gave the slightly older one a disapprovingly glare with his brown eyes. "I told you he'd notice it!"
The other one shrugged, ran his hand through his ash blonde hair and blinked michiviously with his blue eyes. "Was worth trying it!"
The two of them were already about to turn around when Steve glanced more or less accidently at the clock that was hang on the wall in the hallway. "Uummm...Greg?"
The blonde boy in the early twenties turned around with a questioning look in his eyes. "Yeah?"
"When are you gonna pick up aunt Carol from the airport?"
The boy starred at him shockedly. "Crap! I'm sorry...I must...ahem...I some..somehow forgot it..."
His dad came one step closer, taking a deep breath. His son was rather tall, but still he was taller and one could hear Greg gulping as he looked into his father's eyes. "When?!", repeated Steve.
"Uuumm...twenty minutes ago....!", Greg quickly stood back. That would be his death. His dad was rather unnnerved today anyway, but now he wasn't just stressed, now he was really, really angry.
"What?!", the shout echoed through all rooms of the house. Steve needed a moment to get himself under control. Then he took another deep breath, but this time a calm one, one that floated every part of his body and made him think clearly.
"Ok, Gregory, forget about the blazer! I want you to get your keys, then go to your car and drive to the airport. And don't dare coming back without your aunt!"
Greg nodded. He didn't need to be told twice to get out of there. He wasn't really frightened of his dad, he never was, he really loved his dad, but at the moment he could imagine a nicer company. Hell, it was his own fault! He had forgotten to fetch his aunt from the airport. His dad had all rights to be angry. So Greg headed off without moaning.
"Drive cautiously!", cried his sister after him, coming out of the kitchen, as he left.
"Tess, please go upstairs with your brother and look for a blazer for him!", Steve required her to do.
"Wait!", she held up her hands and looked importantly at father and son. "This boy is my twin, he was born on the same day as me, so if I count right he is about as old as me, which means he's about eighteen years old!"
Steve rolled with his eyes. "And?" He knew his daughter and normally he liked her little speeches, but not at the moment.
Her eyes narrowed nastily. "So why can't he get his jackets himself?"
"I wasn't interested in your help anyway! More likely I'd wear a clown's costume!", shot Eric back as he was on his way upstairs.
"Would fit to your type!", she giggled loudly to make sure that he could hear it.
"Children!", Steve and realized that he was getting upset again.
His daughter hugged him. She was very similar to her mother. Very pretty and very smart. Something came to his mind. "Where is your mother?"
She frowned at him surprisedly. "Dad, she told you that she'll buy some flowers for grandpa and will be back in ten minutes. Don' tell me you haven't listened to her?" She liked to torment him a bit.
He cursed inwardly and looked slightly emberassed. "Ahem...probably...not really.." He grimaced. "I'm sorry, I think I'm just a little stressed!"
"I wouldn't have noticed that!", she replied, grinning knowingly.
He chuckled. "It's just..I want everything to be perfect...dad...grandpa has done so much for me and....he still does..."
"Hey, don't worry, everything will be fine!"
"My little girl!", he said, looking proudly into her brown eyes.
"I'm ten minutes older than Eric, remember that!"
Steve laughed. This day was gonna be great.
"CJ!", Jesse gently shook him on the shoulder. The young man, who was laying on the couch of the doctors lounge, didn't wake up. "CJ!" No reaction. "Colin Jesse Bentley, will you get up on your own or will I have to fire you firstly?!"
The Afro-American boy jumped onto his feet immediatly. The last words had woken him up.
"Please, don't!", he cried out with a pleading tone, still halfly lost in a dream. When he saw the older man standing in front of him and grinning, he sighed in relief.
"Uncle Jesse!", said he and then he quickly corrected, "I mean: Dr. Travis!"
Jesse shrugged. "Just call me Dr. Travis in front of the other students. You have my first name after all, so I suggest we'll leave it at 'Jesse'."
"I'm sorry, I...I..just wanted to nap a bit..I was..a bit tired. I'm really sorry, it won't happen again!", CJ stammered.
Jesse smilled understandingly. "Hey, you're talking to a man who slept less hours than you have fingers on one hand all the time he was intern here. Anyway, are you ready?"
CJ scrutisized himself. He still wore scrubs, not exactly the right dress for a birthday party.
Jesse glanced at his wristwatch. "I'll give you ten minutes! And promise me to relax a little more in the future. Students who are always about to collapse ain't a big help!" He blinked friendly. He had to know it.
CJ nodded obediently and hurried to the door. In the doorway he stopped and turned around, grinning at the man, who really was something like a father to him. "Maybe you shouldn't threat the students with firing them. That will certainly prevent some heart attacks!"
"Let me have my fun!", smiled the other one and threw his hands up in the air. "Welcome at the Community General Hospital! Where students can't escape 'cause the mean doctors eat them for breakfast!"
CJ shook his head. "Now I know what mom was meaning when she called you numskull!"
Jesse's eyes narrowed sulkingly. "You'll go and change your clothes and I'll consider if I've heard that or not!"
Both men had to giggle.
HI @ ALL! I KNOW THAT THE PROLOGUE IS KINDA LONG, SORRY! I THINK YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO THE BIRTHDAY BOY IS! HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS! :)
I HAD TO REMOVE MY STORY "WHITE IDYLL" BECAUSE OF SOME TECHNICAL REASONS.
In the story "When good actors find bad fanfiction" (which was really funny by the way) there was forgotten one species of writers: those, who can't speak English and mix up all kinds of English they know! Makes the characters sound as if they are foreigners in their own country and im my case it leads to a disaster. You guessed well: I've done it again!! Sorry, don't give up the hope, I don't either! :)
The man fumbled on his tie. He hated these silky ones. They were smooth and he couldn't properly hold them them, maybe he was just to clumsy. Right over left, then down and...The one edge of his tie fell onto his shoulder. Cursing unhearably, he made a next attempt. Looking in the mirror of the bedroom, he saw a young girl standing in the doorway.
She grinned, came over to him, hugged him –which didn't make it easier for him to use his arms- and gave him a kiss onto his cheek. Her hair was blonde and she had blue eyes, almost the same blue as his, but hers had a bit more of green in them. Usually she was as tall as him, but now she wore some High Heels and had to bend down a little to place her chin on his shoulder.
"You're looking good!", she said, smiling cutely.
"You too!", his reply was honest, but less impressed than she had hoped.
He chuckled slightly. Oh yeah, he had learned over the years.
"Sooo...", she recognised that she had to become more specific,"may I drive today?"
He blinked and smiled warmly at her. "Sure", and when he saw that she was about to jump he added,"if you kill me before!"
"Daddy, why not?"
"Because I want to get to my best friend's 90th birthday with every bone at the right place!", he answered. "By the way you should start getting changed now. We are leaving in thirty minutes."
She scrutisized herself in the mirror. "Why, don't you like the skirt?"
"This is no skirt, that is a wide belt!"
She sulked and folded her arms in front of her chest. "Mom has said that I've pretty legs!", she tried to look as innocently as she was able to.
"Yeah and they'd look even prettier in some black trousers!", still he was able to contradict, but realized that he was getting soft. Unfortunately she realized it, too. Her face lightened. "Hey, you will let me wear what I want and I won't get on your nervs with the car! Deal?"
He sighed. Sometimes he got the feeling that she was too intelligent with only 16 years. And stubborn. Like her mother, he thought.
"Deal!", what else could he say? She was just so sweet. And she was his little girl. He watched her leaving the bedroom. She almost ran into her mother, who had been standing outside and listening to their discussion.
Chuckeling she went into the room. She took the edges of his tie. "Let me do this before you strangle yourself!"
"Where has she got it from?", he was still starring at the door where his daughter had just disappeared.
"What? The intelligence or the stubborness?"
"Both..."
"The stubborness from you, Jess! The intelligence...", she didn't go on, but smiled at him evily.
He glared at her, artificially indignantly. "I'm not stubborn! Anyway what are you laughing at?", he felt rather uncomfortable, she looked so knowingly, amused by something and he knew that he was this something.
She shrugged. "I've just thought that it is quite funny that one of the best surgeons in California is not able to make a node into his tie!"
She had to laugh out loudly as she looked at him. He tried to look hurt, but couldn't manage it, he couldn't take himself seriously, at least not in respect of his career. He was still the man who wanted to help, who treated everyone politely and with his special kind of humour, who could name probably everyone at the Community General Hospital by his or her first name, who liked it more to be called 'Doc' than 'Doctor', the man she'd fallen in love with a long time ago.
His face was still the same, God, he really hadn't aged much and he hadn't grown up. These eyes, deeply blue, she had often the feeling that she could sink into them, how he watched her at the moment –michievous and a little admiring- was the same way as he had always done for about 20 years.
That reminded her of something. "Daniel called earlier..."
"You mean our son? The boy who should be studying in Wisconsin and finally stop becoming taller and taller? How's he?"
She smiled at his mild sarcasm, which was used to appear sometimes behind this boyish and enthusiatic character. He was a loving father and his children loved his dad, too, because he had always time for them.
"Daniel said he'll visit us on our wedding day, isn't that sweet? Have you remembered your parents' wedding day?!" Then she bit on her lip. In the affection of her caring son she'd forgotten her husband's relationship to his parents.
He chuckled sadly. "Nope and I doubt that they did." He wasn't mad at her and she was glad to hear that. She really hadn't wanted to hurt him. She loved him so much.
Trying to change the topic and make him smile she said:"Daniel wants to introduce his new girlfriend to us!"
"Oh, I see!" He giggled. "What's her name? Jenny?"
"No, Jenny was last month. The new one is....Lucy, I think!"
He was about to answer something, but was interrupted by a young voice from the other end of the corridor. "Mom! Where is my green eye shadow?!"
"Probably where you've last left it, honey!", cried Lilia and pulled a last time on Jesse's tie. "Ready!", she scrutisized her work and leaned sighingly against her husband's warm chest. He was slim, only a little taller than her, about four years older. "Kids, what would we do without them?"
He hugged her and kissed her neck softly. He could smell her hair, her skin, could feel her dainty figure, even when he closed his eyes he could see her face, her eyes, expressive, clever, powerful. "I know something we'd do a lot more often without them around!"
"Remember, Jess, that's the way how we got them!"
The two of them stood still in front of the mirror hugging and kissing when a derogatory remark came from the direction of the door:"Don't you think you are a little too old for that?!"
Jesse took his dark blue jacket. "You're right, Laura! I promise we'll behave from now!"
His daughter rolled with her eyes and grinned.
"Ok, are you ready? Then let's go!", commanded Lilia, put a lipstick into her pocket and went out of the door.
Jesse followed his wife and his daughter, whistling happily.
The elder man stood at the bottom of the stairs, glancing impatietly at his watch! The chief of the LAPD couldn't believe it. He was able to command God-knows how many police officers around and could count on that they'd exactly do what he'd said, but his own children were somehow different.
"Greg, Tess, Eric!! What are you doin' up there, workin' on some bombs?!"
A girl with light-brown hair, which was formed to a pony-tail, and hazelnut- brown eyes made the hell of a din as she ran down the stairs, pulling on her blouse to make it fit properly. "Better ask what these guys don't do!", she remarked, rushing past his dad into the kitchen.
"How was that meant?", he enquired, but he understood it when he saw his son's coming down from the top of the stairs. He sighed. "Boys, when I said: 'Get dressed!', I was meaning that you should at least put on a blazer over your shirts!"
The younger brown-haired boy gave the slightly older one a disapprovingly glare with his brown eyes. "I told you he'd notice it!"
The other one shrugged, ran his hand through his ash blonde hair and blinked michiviously with his blue eyes. "Was worth trying it!"
The two of them were already about to turn around when Steve glanced more or less accidently at the clock that was hang on the wall in the hallway. "Uummm...Greg?"
The blonde boy in the early twenties turned around with a questioning look in his eyes. "Yeah?"
"When are you gonna pick up aunt Carol from the airport?"
The boy starred at him shockedly. "Crap! I'm sorry...I must...ahem...I some..somehow forgot it..."
His dad came one step closer, taking a deep breath. His son was rather tall, but still he was taller and one could hear Greg gulping as he looked into his father's eyes. "When?!", repeated Steve.
"Uuumm...twenty minutes ago....!", Greg quickly stood back. That would be his death. His dad was rather unnnerved today anyway, but now he wasn't just stressed, now he was really, really angry.
"What?!", the shout echoed through all rooms of the house. Steve needed a moment to get himself under control. Then he took another deep breath, but this time a calm one, one that floated every part of his body and made him think clearly.
"Ok, Gregory, forget about the blazer! I want you to get your keys, then go to your car and drive to the airport. And don't dare coming back without your aunt!"
Greg nodded. He didn't need to be told twice to get out of there. He wasn't really frightened of his dad, he never was, he really loved his dad, but at the moment he could imagine a nicer company. Hell, it was his own fault! He had forgotten to fetch his aunt from the airport. His dad had all rights to be angry. So Greg headed off without moaning.
"Drive cautiously!", cried his sister after him, coming out of the kitchen, as he left.
"Tess, please go upstairs with your brother and look for a blazer for him!", Steve required her to do.
"Wait!", she held up her hands and looked importantly at father and son. "This boy is my twin, he was born on the same day as me, so if I count right he is about as old as me, which means he's about eighteen years old!"
Steve rolled with his eyes. "And?" He knew his daughter and normally he liked her little speeches, but not at the moment.
Her eyes narrowed nastily. "So why can't he get his jackets himself?"
"I wasn't interested in your help anyway! More likely I'd wear a clown's costume!", shot Eric back as he was on his way upstairs.
"Would fit to your type!", she giggled loudly to make sure that he could hear it.
"Children!", Steve and realized that he was getting upset again.
His daughter hugged him. She was very similar to her mother. Very pretty and very smart. Something came to his mind. "Where is your mother?"
She frowned at him surprisedly. "Dad, she told you that she'll buy some flowers for grandpa and will be back in ten minutes. Don' tell me you haven't listened to her?" She liked to torment him a bit.
He cursed inwardly and looked slightly emberassed. "Ahem...probably...not really.." He grimaced. "I'm sorry, I think I'm just a little stressed!"
"I wouldn't have noticed that!", she replied, grinning knowingly.
He chuckled. "It's just..I want everything to be perfect...dad...grandpa has done so much for me and....he still does..."
"Hey, don't worry, everything will be fine!"
"My little girl!", he said, looking proudly into her brown eyes.
"I'm ten minutes older than Eric, remember that!"
Steve laughed. This day was gonna be great.
"CJ!", Jesse gently shook him on the shoulder. The young man, who was laying on the couch of the doctors lounge, didn't wake up. "CJ!" No reaction. "Colin Jesse Bentley, will you get up on your own or will I have to fire you firstly?!"
The Afro-American boy jumped onto his feet immediatly. The last words had woken him up.
"Please, don't!", he cried out with a pleading tone, still halfly lost in a dream. When he saw the older man standing in front of him and grinning, he sighed in relief.
"Uncle Jesse!", said he and then he quickly corrected, "I mean: Dr. Travis!"
Jesse shrugged. "Just call me Dr. Travis in front of the other students. You have my first name after all, so I suggest we'll leave it at 'Jesse'."
"I'm sorry, I...I..just wanted to nap a bit..I was..a bit tired. I'm really sorry, it won't happen again!", CJ stammered.
Jesse smilled understandingly. "Hey, you're talking to a man who slept less hours than you have fingers on one hand all the time he was intern here. Anyway, are you ready?"
CJ scrutisized himself. He still wore scrubs, not exactly the right dress for a birthday party.
Jesse glanced at his wristwatch. "I'll give you ten minutes! And promise me to relax a little more in the future. Students who are always about to collapse ain't a big help!" He blinked friendly. He had to know it.
CJ nodded obediently and hurried to the door. In the doorway he stopped and turned around, grinning at the man, who really was something like a father to him. "Maybe you shouldn't threat the students with firing them. That will certainly prevent some heart attacks!"
"Let me have my fun!", smiled the other one and threw his hands up in the air. "Welcome at the Community General Hospital! Where students can't escape 'cause the mean doctors eat them for breakfast!"
CJ shook his head. "Now I know what mom was meaning when she called you numskull!"
Jesse's eyes narrowed sulkingly. "You'll go and change your clothes and I'll consider if I've heard that or not!"
Both men had to giggle.
HI @ ALL! I KNOW THAT THE PROLOGUE IS KINDA LONG, SORRY! I THINK YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO THE BIRTHDAY BOY IS! HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS! :)
I HAD TO REMOVE MY STORY "WHITE IDYLL" BECAUSE OF SOME TECHNICAL REASONS.