Title: Primitive Eyes
Author: BlueWitch
Disclaimer: Um... not mine. Don't sue, all you'll get is my deceitful, flesh-eating cat. Wolf Lake belongs to,uh.. Viacom? Maybe. Whatver.
Feedback: Pretty Please? My insecurities as a fiction writer run deep. (o:`,
Author's Note: Thanks everso to all the lovely reviewers. I'm a review junkie so they're all welcomed and happily received. Anyhoo, I'll spare you my excuses for half year jumps inbetween chapters. I can only apologize and hope you enjoy this new one. This chapter is mainly a filler, just something to post while I'm working on where my story's going and such. Getting my head back into it and whatnot. So, hope you like.
Sophia skipped down the stairs humming a vaguely familiar beat that had playaed on the radio at some point in the last few days and was just now resurfacing. She grabbed her house keys off the counter and headed toward the door, picking up pace as she entered the living room.
"Ok, I'm leaving! Bye Dad!" she called, almost clear.
"Hold it right there," he said in an unhurried tone.
Sophia stared at the door, only a precious few feet away and groaned inwardly. Making a frustrated face, she turned around and prepared to face the obstacle ahead.
"Yes?" she said innocently.
"Ten o'clock."
"Dad!" she said in an outraged voice, tinged with a whiney note.
"Don't Dad me. I want you home by ten, young lady." Matt Donner picked his newspaper and continued reading the article he had left off on before his daughter entered the room.
Sighing, Sophia decided to try another approach. "I thought you trusted me. You know, this sure isn't trust.."
Lowering the paper to look at his aggrivated adolescent, he began affectionately, "Oh sweetheat, I do trust you.."
Smiling triumphiantly and opening her mouth to speak, she was cut off.
"I trust you to know the difference between a ten and a twelve." He lifted his paper and resumed perusing.
Sophia didn't seem too amused. "Dad, it's already seven. C'mon, at least give me till eleven. I'm an adult. I think I should be allowed-"
"If you're such an adult you can pay for your cell phone. Adults pay bills," he said matter-of-factly.
Sophia crossed her arms and lifted her left eyebrow giving him her best slightly impatient look mixed with the touch of the little girl pleading one. A good concoction if used in the right context and reserved only for particularly stubborn dad cases. If used too often it would lose it's potentcy.
After several moments of the intense standoff, Matt broke first. Abruptly he invaded the heavy silence with, "10:45. Not a second after."
Sophia smirked at her small victory and went to kiss her father goodbye on the cheek.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said, sugar sweet.
"Yeah, now I'm Daddy," he scoffed but had to smile at how he had buckled under "the look."
His "little girl" smiled all the way to the door.
"Hey, you have your cell phone turned on right?"
"Yep," she called to behind her.
"And your keys?"
"Uh huh, night Dad!" She almost had the door shut.
"Call me when you get there!" The door closed to cut off his words.
Matt Donner groaned audibly. For the last week, the tension seemed to build every time Sophia headed toward the door. He'd imagine all kinds of scenarios. There was those "wolfen" hunter idiots out in the woods just a short time ago. Not to mention her choice of companions of late which he was trying to not go off on too much but it was definitely becoming difficult. They would end up fighting over little, unimportant things. Every since Sophia flipped on him, things just got a whole lot more complicated. What happened to his little girl. She would play with her easy- bake oven, have her barbies outside playing in the dirt and calling them cave girls.. oh and there was also that lovely little habit she had of not turning into a furry creature.
Shaking his head, Matt tried to rationalize and not think like the worrisome father. He would just have to come to terms with it. He understood that she needed him to show her love and support right now. The good sheriff just wasn't dealing with it on his own too well.
He had his own demons to work out he supposed, and his only daughter becoming one of the ones he was trying to control was taking it's toll. But they would get through it. Matt had bought her the cell phone basically to be able to keep constant tabs on her. If she didn't answer by the third ring.. well he'd simply have half a few dozen officers combing the woods and surrounding area in town. That thought made him smile a bit.
"Hey," Luke said as he rose from leaning against the closed car door.
"Hey. Sorry I'm less that on-time. Father was being..." she trailed off.
"Was being your father?" he finished for her as if it explaining everything.
"Mm hmm. It's what he does best."
"Yeah, no worries. He's letting you out which is still strange but I'm willing to go with it."
Luke heard a constant beeping that, after a couple of seconds, he recognized as the theme from Happy Days.
"Um, It's Sunday, Monday, Happy Days," he said reciting the lyric in a straight, purely informative voice and pointed at her pocket.
Sophia was laughing as she flipped opened the phone and answered, "Hi Dad."
"Hey, where are you?"
She turned toward the direction she came. "Outside the house, near the street. I almost made it in the car this time."
"Ok, well just wanted to say I love you."
"I love you too, Daddy. Goodnight."
"Yes, um.. goodnight. And you know you can call me if you need anything or if anything happens. Or if anyone needs to be handled." He said the last in a more stern voice.
"Duelly noted. Thanks, nite!"
"And 10:45."
"Uh huh. Eleven, I got it. Bye!"
"Sophia!"
"Yes, yes. I know. Love you."
She snapped the phone shut and pushed Luke lightly backwards. "C'mon, T minus 3 hrs 40 mins."
He caught her hand in his grasp as she tried to moved past him and quickly pulled her closer. She was still smiling when their lips touched.
Exquisite tingley feelings,still exciting and new, made their way from her toes to fingertips and everywhere inbetween.
Sophia began to lift her hand to Luke's upper arm when he ended the kiss, slowly pulling back to only inches from her flushed face. Panting lightly, he breathed, "Hurry up already. T minus 3 hrs 36 mins."
Sophia's eyes unclouded enough to see him smirking in an irritatingly tempting way she was beginning to recognize.
For all of Luke's charms, it earned him a smack to the arm.
"Ow." Luke yelped, laughing in the same breath. "Watch it there were-girl," he said rubbing his arm, feigning pain. "You'll send me flying backwards and I don't really feel like banging the dents out of my hood again."
"Oh you're so going to get it."
Making several laps around the car before entering it, the two teenagers finally drove off into the night.
Inside the house, the Sheriff let the earth-tone curtains fall back into place to obscure the view once more. He sighed through his nose and turned to head back towards the living room. Walking through the kitchen, he casually picked up a wooden stool without breaking stride. He sat down in the gray leather recliner and listened as the material squeaked, adjusting to his weight. When silence had filled the air for more than a minute, he lifted the stool from beside him and snapped ones of it's thick legs off without even flinching. After popping all of them, Matt was able to unclinch his jaw and exhaled slowly. Letting the now ruined object drop to the floor with a loud thud, he shook his head and forced a laugh at how it now resembled more of a wooden frezbie than a kitchen stool.
Threading his fingers through his hair, he muttered to himself, "Parenting 101. Find an outlet."
Author: BlueWitch
Disclaimer: Um... not mine. Don't sue, all you'll get is my deceitful, flesh-eating cat. Wolf Lake belongs to,uh.. Viacom? Maybe. Whatver.
Feedback: Pretty Please? My insecurities as a fiction writer run deep. (o:`,
Author's Note: Thanks everso to all the lovely reviewers. I'm a review junkie so they're all welcomed and happily received. Anyhoo, I'll spare you my excuses for half year jumps inbetween chapters. I can only apologize and hope you enjoy this new one. This chapter is mainly a filler, just something to post while I'm working on where my story's going and such. Getting my head back into it and whatnot. So, hope you like.
Sophia skipped down the stairs humming a vaguely familiar beat that had playaed on the radio at some point in the last few days and was just now resurfacing. She grabbed her house keys off the counter and headed toward the door, picking up pace as she entered the living room.
"Ok, I'm leaving! Bye Dad!" she called, almost clear.
"Hold it right there," he said in an unhurried tone.
Sophia stared at the door, only a precious few feet away and groaned inwardly. Making a frustrated face, she turned around and prepared to face the obstacle ahead.
"Yes?" she said innocently.
"Ten o'clock."
"Dad!" she said in an outraged voice, tinged with a whiney note.
"Don't Dad me. I want you home by ten, young lady." Matt Donner picked his newspaper and continued reading the article he had left off on before his daughter entered the room.
Sighing, Sophia decided to try another approach. "I thought you trusted me. You know, this sure isn't trust.."
Lowering the paper to look at his aggrivated adolescent, he began affectionately, "Oh sweetheat, I do trust you.."
Smiling triumphiantly and opening her mouth to speak, she was cut off.
"I trust you to know the difference between a ten and a twelve." He lifted his paper and resumed perusing.
Sophia didn't seem too amused. "Dad, it's already seven. C'mon, at least give me till eleven. I'm an adult. I think I should be allowed-"
"If you're such an adult you can pay for your cell phone. Adults pay bills," he said matter-of-factly.
Sophia crossed her arms and lifted her left eyebrow giving him her best slightly impatient look mixed with the touch of the little girl pleading one. A good concoction if used in the right context and reserved only for particularly stubborn dad cases. If used too often it would lose it's potentcy.
After several moments of the intense standoff, Matt broke first. Abruptly he invaded the heavy silence with, "10:45. Not a second after."
Sophia smirked at her small victory and went to kiss her father goodbye on the cheek.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said, sugar sweet.
"Yeah, now I'm Daddy," he scoffed but had to smile at how he had buckled under "the look."
His "little girl" smiled all the way to the door.
"Hey, you have your cell phone turned on right?"
"Yep," she called to behind her.
"And your keys?"
"Uh huh, night Dad!" She almost had the door shut.
"Call me when you get there!" The door closed to cut off his words.
Matt Donner groaned audibly. For the last week, the tension seemed to build every time Sophia headed toward the door. He'd imagine all kinds of scenarios. There was those "wolfen" hunter idiots out in the woods just a short time ago. Not to mention her choice of companions of late which he was trying to not go off on too much but it was definitely becoming difficult. They would end up fighting over little, unimportant things. Every since Sophia flipped on him, things just got a whole lot more complicated. What happened to his little girl. She would play with her easy- bake oven, have her barbies outside playing in the dirt and calling them cave girls.. oh and there was also that lovely little habit she had of not turning into a furry creature.
Shaking his head, Matt tried to rationalize and not think like the worrisome father. He would just have to come to terms with it. He understood that she needed him to show her love and support right now. The good sheriff just wasn't dealing with it on his own too well.
He had his own demons to work out he supposed, and his only daughter becoming one of the ones he was trying to control was taking it's toll. But they would get through it. Matt had bought her the cell phone basically to be able to keep constant tabs on her. If she didn't answer by the third ring.. well he'd simply have half a few dozen officers combing the woods and surrounding area in town. That thought made him smile a bit.
"Hey," Luke said as he rose from leaning against the closed car door.
"Hey. Sorry I'm less that on-time. Father was being..." she trailed off.
"Was being your father?" he finished for her as if it explaining everything.
"Mm hmm. It's what he does best."
"Yeah, no worries. He's letting you out which is still strange but I'm willing to go with it."
Luke heard a constant beeping that, after a couple of seconds, he recognized as the theme from Happy Days.
"Um, It's Sunday, Monday, Happy Days," he said reciting the lyric in a straight, purely informative voice and pointed at her pocket.
Sophia was laughing as she flipped opened the phone and answered, "Hi Dad."
"Hey, where are you?"
She turned toward the direction she came. "Outside the house, near the street. I almost made it in the car this time."
"Ok, well just wanted to say I love you."
"I love you too, Daddy. Goodnight."
"Yes, um.. goodnight. And you know you can call me if you need anything or if anything happens. Or if anyone needs to be handled." He said the last in a more stern voice.
"Duelly noted. Thanks, nite!"
"And 10:45."
"Uh huh. Eleven, I got it. Bye!"
"Sophia!"
"Yes, yes. I know. Love you."
She snapped the phone shut and pushed Luke lightly backwards. "C'mon, T minus 3 hrs 40 mins."
He caught her hand in his grasp as she tried to moved past him and quickly pulled her closer. She was still smiling when their lips touched.
Exquisite tingley feelings,still exciting and new, made their way from her toes to fingertips and everywhere inbetween.
Sophia began to lift her hand to Luke's upper arm when he ended the kiss, slowly pulling back to only inches from her flushed face. Panting lightly, he breathed, "Hurry up already. T minus 3 hrs 36 mins."
Sophia's eyes unclouded enough to see him smirking in an irritatingly tempting way she was beginning to recognize.
For all of Luke's charms, it earned him a smack to the arm.
"Ow." Luke yelped, laughing in the same breath. "Watch it there were-girl," he said rubbing his arm, feigning pain. "You'll send me flying backwards and I don't really feel like banging the dents out of my hood again."
"Oh you're so going to get it."
Making several laps around the car before entering it, the two teenagers finally drove off into the night.
Inside the house, the Sheriff let the earth-tone curtains fall back into place to obscure the view once more. He sighed through his nose and turned to head back towards the living room. Walking through the kitchen, he casually picked up a wooden stool without breaking stride. He sat down in the gray leather recliner and listened as the material squeaked, adjusting to his weight. When silence had filled the air for more than a minute, he lifted the stool from beside him and snapped ones of it's thick legs off without even flinching. After popping all of them, Matt was able to unclinch his jaw and exhaled slowly. Letting the now ruined object drop to the floor with a loud thud, he shook his head and forced a laugh at how it now resembled more of a wooden frezbie than a kitchen stool.
Threading his fingers through his hair, he muttered to himself, "Parenting 101. Find an outlet."