Another fic shared from Bingo
The person who normally minds Dana during the day is ill.
Dana is waiting for mommy to be done with the millions of papers.
Rating: G
also, Dana is named after Nikola's brother who died while young, Dane (sometimes called Daniel)
Yes, Lirdra is an OC, she is NOT a marry sue nor does she have any romance with existing characters.
An average day in the new Sanctuary usually involved Helen Magnus-Tesla dealing with all manner of reports, requests, news and inquiries. For the most part, these were now all, thankfully, digital.
Yes, she missed her 'old school' papers and books but most days, she didn't miss the clutter of what a busy day did to her desk.
So the fact that she was almost buried in paperwork was mind boggling.
And there was another complication to getting her work done.
A rubber band went sailing through the air and knocked over a neatly placed thimble.
"Yes!" Little Dana Ashley Tesla jumped up and cheered, "three for three!"
Helen looked over at her daughter, dark hair put into a braid today. She was dressed in a t-shirt that wasn't the right size yet but had been a gift from her Uncle Henry. The shirt was black with a silver wolf on the front and the word 'pack' on the back. She also was in dark jeans that she was about to grow out of.
Clutched in Dana's hand was a rubber band launcher constructed of pencils, more rubber bands and a few paper clips.
And she was certainly wearing her daddy's grin at the moment. Just this side of cute to not be smug and add to any scolding that may or may not be coming her way.
"Dana, dear, I know you're anxious but mommy is working," Helen reached for the next paper.
Dana was walking over to the desk to reset the thimble, "I promise to not shoot at the window or the vases."
"Sweetheart, that's hardly the point," Helen rubbed the back of her neck, feeling a tension headache starting.
"Oh," Dana blinked her bright blue eyes and gave her mother her attention, "well, what can I do?"
"Can't you sit quietly for a little bit longer?" Helen tried.
"But, mommy, I've been sitting all morning," Dana cocked her head and looked so dramatic.
"Little one it's not even been an hour, and you spent a good chunk of that constructing your weapon," Helen pointed out.
"Yeah, mine is better than daddy's his shoots too far to the right," Dana held it up proudly.
Helen fought a snicker at hearing that.
Dana went back to the chair and tried to do as her mother asked.
"Lirdra would be sick today," Helen tried to work a little faster. Were these papers multiplying while she sat there?
"Mom, is Lady Lirdra okay?" Dana asked as she tugged a fresh rubber band over the shooter but didn't fire it, "she was never sick when I was really little and daddy was gone."
"Lirdra will be fine, little one," Helen promised, though it was confusing. In the years Helen had known the avian abnormal she had never seen her have more than a cold. Though this was a far different place than the tropical Sanctuary she had been in the last ten or so years.
"Mommy?" Dana was resisting the urge to fire her rubber band.
"Yes, little one?" Helen looked over again.
"What are all those papers?" Dana pointed, "you always have papers on your desk but you said it wasn't like my schoolwork."
"Reports dear," Helen looked back down at the current one.
"But, I thought all the reports were on the computers," Dana accidentally let go of the rubber band while taught and it flew forward, smacking a stack of files, "oops."
Helen laughed softly, "some things are still being converted to the computers, little one."
"Where did all the paper come from?" Dana asked. There weren't a lot of printers or photocopiers in the new Sanctuary.
"I'm... not actually sure where some of them are from," Helen admitted.
Dana giggled, "maybe they grew!"
"Little one, you might be right," Helen pushed away from her desk with a smile and stood, "come on, let's go see if we can steal some ice cream." She walked around the desk and held out her hand.
"Yay!" Dana hurried over and grabbed her mother's hand.