a/n: Being completely uninspired and ache-y, I went to the internet and found that article about Sir Osmond Darling-Blackadder on that page that has it. And after hiding in the laundry room because of the storm (thunder shudders scaaaaary) I wrote this. There will be more, as i think of them.
It had taken ages. Well, maybe not ages, but a long time. The Doctors Darling and Blackadder (respectively... for now) had been working on him for ten long years. A whole decade. And he was finished.
The he in question was a young man. Osmond, they called him. He was a splice of the two scientists DNA. Their child.
I suppose this need a bit of a back ground, doesn't it? A little history. Well then.
Darling, Kevin Darling and Edmund Blackadder had met in a post-secondary establishment. Which post-secondary establishment and where it was, is still uncertain, just the one they attended, wherever that might be. They had been roommates, much to their mutual dismay. At first sight, they couldn't stand each other.
However, they were, after all, majoring in the same thing, after several months of quips and sarcastic one-liner insults and then a minor mental breakdown of Kevin Darling's part, they became study buddies and lab partners. With two of the greatest scientific minds on campus working together the pseudo-random ideas were boundless.
Osmond, or the idea of him, did not appear until their last year, when Kevin and Edmund's relationship had shifted a bit.
Neither of them could remember exactly what had happened. They remember a rugby game, and their mutual sort-of friend George (a visual arts major, how he survived elementary school was a great scientific mystery noone had figured out yet) had spent a great deal of time in nothing but a pink grass skirt, Kevin had broken his nose somehow and somebody (all guesses were on George, because he was odd like that) shouting "I love you!"
The long and short of that story is their was a kiss. One moment of amazing, mind-blowing, relationship altering mouth to mouth contact. And then another. And another.
By the time they were to graduate they were, essentially all but married (although they were planning on going to Canada any day now), they were sporadically affectionate, but still managed to jibe and insult each other. For fun. Yeah, they were a bit weird themselves, but they were crazy science students.
Their mutual friend, Doris (she had dated Kevin for a while, all parties involved, and a few that weren't, were certain they would've gotten married had other interferences, as Edmund was lovingly referred as, not been there) had married some bloke named 'Ace'. Ace was a complete egotistical jerk, but he was really nice to Doris. It was the rest of the human race he had problems with. As stated, they had, at some point, gotten married, neither Kevin nor Edmund remembered going to a wedding and so pouted and teased about not being invited. And then it was explained they had eloped, which worked for everybody. They also revealed that they were trying for children. Several children, actually.
It was at this point that Kevin had leaned against Edmund and announced that he wanted children. Edmund had kept most of his cuttingly sarcastic comments to himself, but something about gene splicing had essentially fallen out of his mouth. And thus the idea for Osmond was born.
And now they stood in front of the large glass tube, fingers intertwined and the fluid drained and Osmond woke for the first time. Osmond blinked and looked around blearily. The tube was removed and Kevin Darling handed his son a towel.
Osmond, after a few moments of orientation with his surroundings asked who, exactly, he was. His fathers introduced him as Osmond Darling Blackadder. He went on to be the first genetically engineered man to be in charge of the Queen's lawn sprinklers.
It had taken ages. Well, maybe not ages, but a long time. The Doctors Darling and Blackadder (respectively... for now) had been working on him for ten long years. A whole decade. And he was finished.
The he in question was a young man. Osmond, they called him. He was a splice of the two scientists DNA. Their child.
I suppose this need a bit of a back ground, doesn't it? A little history. Well then.
Darling, Kevin Darling and Edmund Blackadder had met in a post-secondary establishment. Which post-secondary establishment and where it was, is still uncertain, just the one they attended, wherever that might be. They had been roommates, much to their mutual dismay. At first sight, they couldn't stand each other.
However, they were, after all, majoring in the same thing, after several months of quips and sarcastic one-liner insults and then a minor mental breakdown of Kevin Darling's part, they became study buddies and lab partners. With two of the greatest scientific minds on campus working together the pseudo-random ideas were boundless.
Osmond, or the idea of him, did not appear until their last year, when Kevin and Edmund's relationship had shifted a bit.
Neither of them could remember exactly what had happened. They remember a rugby game, and their mutual sort-of friend George (a visual arts major, how he survived elementary school was a great scientific mystery noone had figured out yet) had spent a great deal of time in nothing but a pink grass skirt, Kevin had broken his nose somehow and somebody (all guesses were on George, because he was odd like that) shouting "I love you!"
The long and short of that story is their was a kiss. One moment of amazing, mind-blowing, relationship altering mouth to mouth contact. And then another. And another.
By the time they were to graduate they were, essentially all but married (although they were planning on going to Canada any day now), they were sporadically affectionate, but still managed to jibe and insult each other. For fun. Yeah, they were a bit weird themselves, but they were crazy science students.
Their mutual friend, Doris (she had dated Kevin for a while, all parties involved, and a few that weren't, were certain they would've gotten married had other interferences, as Edmund was lovingly referred as, not been there) had married some bloke named 'Ace'. Ace was a complete egotistical jerk, but he was really nice to Doris. It was the rest of the human race he had problems with. As stated, they had, at some point, gotten married, neither Kevin nor Edmund remembered going to a wedding and so pouted and teased about not being invited. And then it was explained they had eloped, which worked for everybody. They also revealed that they were trying for children. Several children, actually.
It was at this point that Kevin had leaned against Edmund and announced that he wanted children. Edmund had kept most of his cuttingly sarcastic comments to himself, but something about gene splicing had essentially fallen out of his mouth. And thus the idea for Osmond was born.
And now they stood in front of the large glass tube, fingers intertwined and the fluid drained and Osmond woke for the first time. Osmond blinked and looked around blearily. The tube was removed and Kevin Darling handed his son a towel.
Osmond, after a few moments of orientation with his surroundings asked who, exactly, he was. His fathers introduced him as Osmond Darling Blackadder. He went on to be the first genetically engineered man to be in charge of the Queen's lawn sprinklers.