Disclaimer: I don't own the show, characters, etc.; I'm not making anything
off this, and so and so forth
I Know You
By shutmeoff06
CHAPTER 4
'And where's the cat Seamus?' Meghan asked the child sitting on her lap.
'THAT the cat' he said with excitement, pointing to a cat in the book his mother was holding.
'And what does the cat say? Go ahead, read it.'
He started to read, 'I .... like . to . play. in . the .park .' when he was done he looked up at her with a wide smile.
She ruffled his curly blond hair. He looked back to the book and continued to read. She was so proud of him. He was 3 years old and he could already read. They hardly had to do anything; he picked things up so quickly. Yep, her boy was quite bright, very curious, very interested in the world around him. He asked questions incessantly. He wanted to know where every little thing came from; wanted to know what they were made of, how they worked and why. He'ld ask why the stars were so shiny, how the microwave cooked things, what slipstream was made of, etc. She wished she could give him the education he deserved. She wished she could give him a lot of things, but it just wasn't possible, not after the Fall, not with the way things were, they were living hand to mouth as it was.
'Momma, can we get a cat too?' Seamus asked, looking up at his mother pleadingly.
She chuckled and squeezed the small boy on her lap.
'Maybe' she said, indulgently, 'ask your father.' On cue, Damien's heavy workboots could be heard as he walked near the bunkroom into the mess. Excitedly, Seamus jumped down off of his mother's lap and ran as fast his little legs could carry him toward the mess.
'Da! Da!' He called. He found Damien making himself a cup of coffee. 'Da?' The toddler tugged on his father's pants leg.
'I'm very busy, Seamus, go play with your toys for a little while, would ya?' He said casually as he walked toward the interior of the ship. Forgetting about the cat and ignoring his father's request, Seamus followed at his heels. He loved watching his dad work, watching him tinker with all the inner workings of the ship that was their home or with this or that odd machine. He thought his dad was the most talented engineer and mechanic in the whole universe. He was sure that there wasn't anything that his dad couldn't take that was broken and make better than new again. And he loved it when his dad would give him some little machine he'd made that he couldn't get to work quite right to play with.
His father only ever allowed him to watch him work if he'ld sit there quietly and wouldn't touch any of his tools or disturb anything, but he was, of course, far too energetic to sit still for any amount of time and often got sent away. So he sat Indian-style on the floor as his father worked in silence. After a few short minutes, however, he began to fidget with his shoelaces. They soon became undone and, trying to put them back together again, he got them all tangled up and knotted. He whimpered, unable to undo them. Getting flustered, he stomped his foot on the deckplate, as if he could force the laces to cooperate by bullying 'em. Typical boy solution, I might add.
'What did you do?' Damien asked, turning toward the noise behind him.
Seamus didn't answer, but rather, stared up at him in distress, tears beginning to fill his eyes.
Shaking his head, he spoke with slight amusement, 'Chaos follows you around, don't it? Well, that's quite a mess you've made, but, never fear,' he winked, 'there isn't anything in a thousand systems that Damien Harper can't fix.'
He took the boy's foot and began to undo the mess he'd made of the strings on the shoe. Done, he exhaled audibly and grinned. 'See. What did I tell ya? Good as new. What do ya think, short stuff?'
Seamus looked down at the new bow on his shoe, and, wiping his face on his sleeve, he sniffled and grinned. 'They fixed!!'
'Damien the Great they call me.;' Seamus looked up at his father with a wide smile and giggled. '.faster than a speeding bullet, stronger than ten Vedrans.' he bent over and picked the three year old up.
'Did I ever tell you about the time I single-handedly.'
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Meghan stood at the entrance to the bunkroom watching her husband tell her toddler son one of his infamous tales. Seamus was always mesmerized by them and believed every word as Damien craftily spun stories about his saving the universe, warding off magog invasions, taking on whole Dragon battalions, and saving damsels in distress. All in his spare time, of course. Damien wasn't often a very attentive father, she knew that, but she was convinced in her heart that he was a good dad; that he truly loved this child of his with the messy curly blonde hair hanging wildly over his face and the bright blue eyes and that infectious smile. Seamus was always smiling, especially though, when he had his father's attention.
Seamus sat on the bunk while Damien was up acting out the plot, wielding his nanowelder as if it were a spear, he dramatically thrust, '.blood everywhere, I swear, and the magog's scream was so loud.'
'Alright, alright, I think I've heard enough.' Meghan felt it was an appropriate time to intervene. Sitting on the bunk, she pulled Seamus onto her lap.
'The monster, mommy.'
'Yeah, doll,' Damien said,
Meghan raised an eyebrow,
'I was just getting to the good part.' He shared a mischievous look with his son, who was beaming.
'You can continue your story another time.'
Seamus began to whine, but Meghan held firm, 'I want you to help with dinner, Beka's in the mess.' With that, he jumped off her lap and ran off to the mess to find Beka.
As soon as Seamus was out of sight, Meghan stood and eyed Damien.
'I really don't mind you telling him those ridiculous tales of self- adulation.' she scolded playfully, '.but you really shouldn't make them so graphic, he's only 3 years old.'
'Aww, Meg, they're only stories,' he put his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead, 'besides, we lived through worse in our childhood back home.'
Meghan pulled back from his grip, suddenly upset, 'and that's why we left, Damien, so that our kids could grow up innocent, not knowing anything about those horrors.'
'Momma! Momma!' Seamus called as he ran back into the room.
Out of breath as he ran in, he blurted, 'momma, Beka splashed me with the water.'
'She did?' Damien asked playfully, amused by the small boy standing in front of him half drenched.
'uh huh' he shook his head up and down. 'see.' He held the front of his shirt out. 'it wet.' He obviously wasn't all that upset, however. He was just being dramatic, or trying to get Beka in trouble. Hehe.
Damien snickered and turned to Meghan to see her response. Meghan tried to smile too, but began all of a sudden to sway slightly on her feet, grabbing at Damien's arm to try to stabilize herself. But, before he could react, she collapsed onto the deckplate with a thud. He rushed to her and, kneeling at her side, kept calling her name.
Beka came rushing into the room, and, seeing what had happened, rushed to assist.
No one seemed to pay any attention to Seamus as he stood watching somewhat dazed as the scene played out before him.
TBC
I Know You
By shutmeoff06
CHAPTER 4
'And where's the cat Seamus?' Meghan asked the child sitting on her lap.
'THAT the cat' he said with excitement, pointing to a cat in the book his mother was holding.
'And what does the cat say? Go ahead, read it.'
He started to read, 'I .... like . to . play. in . the .park .' when he was done he looked up at her with a wide smile.
She ruffled his curly blond hair. He looked back to the book and continued to read. She was so proud of him. He was 3 years old and he could already read. They hardly had to do anything; he picked things up so quickly. Yep, her boy was quite bright, very curious, very interested in the world around him. He asked questions incessantly. He wanted to know where every little thing came from; wanted to know what they were made of, how they worked and why. He'ld ask why the stars were so shiny, how the microwave cooked things, what slipstream was made of, etc. She wished she could give him the education he deserved. She wished she could give him a lot of things, but it just wasn't possible, not after the Fall, not with the way things were, they were living hand to mouth as it was.
'Momma, can we get a cat too?' Seamus asked, looking up at his mother pleadingly.
She chuckled and squeezed the small boy on her lap.
'Maybe' she said, indulgently, 'ask your father.' On cue, Damien's heavy workboots could be heard as he walked near the bunkroom into the mess. Excitedly, Seamus jumped down off of his mother's lap and ran as fast his little legs could carry him toward the mess.
'Da! Da!' He called. He found Damien making himself a cup of coffee. 'Da?' The toddler tugged on his father's pants leg.
'I'm very busy, Seamus, go play with your toys for a little while, would ya?' He said casually as he walked toward the interior of the ship. Forgetting about the cat and ignoring his father's request, Seamus followed at his heels. He loved watching his dad work, watching him tinker with all the inner workings of the ship that was their home or with this or that odd machine. He thought his dad was the most talented engineer and mechanic in the whole universe. He was sure that there wasn't anything that his dad couldn't take that was broken and make better than new again. And he loved it when his dad would give him some little machine he'd made that he couldn't get to work quite right to play with.
His father only ever allowed him to watch him work if he'ld sit there quietly and wouldn't touch any of his tools or disturb anything, but he was, of course, far too energetic to sit still for any amount of time and often got sent away. So he sat Indian-style on the floor as his father worked in silence. After a few short minutes, however, he began to fidget with his shoelaces. They soon became undone and, trying to put them back together again, he got them all tangled up and knotted. He whimpered, unable to undo them. Getting flustered, he stomped his foot on the deckplate, as if he could force the laces to cooperate by bullying 'em. Typical boy solution, I might add.
'What did you do?' Damien asked, turning toward the noise behind him.
Seamus didn't answer, but rather, stared up at him in distress, tears beginning to fill his eyes.
Shaking his head, he spoke with slight amusement, 'Chaos follows you around, don't it? Well, that's quite a mess you've made, but, never fear,' he winked, 'there isn't anything in a thousand systems that Damien Harper can't fix.'
He took the boy's foot and began to undo the mess he'd made of the strings on the shoe. Done, he exhaled audibly and grinned. 'See. What did I tell ya? Good as new. What do ya think, short stuff?'
Seamus looked down at the new bow on his shoe, and, wiping his face on his sleeve, he sniffled and grinned. 'They fixed!!'
'Damien the Great they call me.;' Seamus looked up at his father with a wide smile and giggled. '.faster than a speeding bullet, stronger than ten Vedrans.' he bent over and picked the three year old up.
'Did I ever tell you about the time I single-handedly.'
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Meghan stood at the entrance to the bunkroom watching her husband tell her toddler son one of his infamous tales. Seamus was always mesmerized by them and believed every word as Damien craftily spun stories about his saving the universe, warding off magog invasions, taking on whole Dragon battalions, and saving damsels in distress. All in his spare time, of course. Damien wasn't often a very attentive father, she knew that, but she was convinced in her heart that he was a good dad; that he truly loved this child of his with the messy curly blonde hair hanging wildly over his face and the bright blue eyes and that infectious smile. Seamus was always smiling, especially though, when he had his father's attention.
Seamus sat on the bunk while Damien was up acting out the plot, wielding his nanowelder as if it were a spear, he dramatically thrust, '.blood everywhere, I swear, and the magog's scream was so loud.'
'Alright, alright, I think I've heard enough.' Meghan felt it was an appropriate time to intervene. Sitting on the bunk, she pulled Seamus onto her lap.
'The monster, mommy.'
'Yeah, doll,' Damien said,
Meghan raised an eyebrow,
'I was just getting to the good part.' He shared a mischievous look with his son, who was beaming.
'You can continue your story another time.'
Seamus began to whine, but Meghan held firm, 'I want you to help with dinner, Beka's in the mess.' With that, he jumped off her lap and ran off to the mess to find Beka.
As soon as Seamus was out of sight, Meghan stood and eyed Damien.
'I really don't mind you telling him those ridiculous tales of self- adulation.' she scolded playfully, '.but you really shouldn't make them so graphic, he's only 3 years old.'
'Aww, Meg, they're only stories,' he put his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead, 'besides, we lived through worse in our childhood back home.'
Meghan pulled back from his grip, suddenly upset, 'and that's why we left, Damien, so that our kids could grow up innocent, not knowing anything about those horrors.'
'Momma! Momma!' Seamus called as he ran back into the room.
Out of breath as he ran in, he blurted, 'momma, Beka splashed me with the water.'
'She did?' Damien asked playfully, amused by the small boy standing in front of him half drenched.
'uh huh' he shook his head up and down. 'see.' He held the front of his shirt out. 'it wet.' He obviously wasn't all that upset, however. He was just being dramatic, or trying to get Beka in trouble. Hehe.
Damien snickered and turned to Meghan to see her response. Meghan tried to smile too, but began all of a sudden to sway slightly on her feet, grabbing at Damien's arm to try to stabilize herself. But, before he could react, she collapsed onto the deckplate with a thud. He rushed to her and, kneeling at her side, kept calling her name.
Beka came rushing into the room, and, seeing what had happened, rushed to assist.
No one seemed to pay any attention to Seamus as he stood watching somewhat dazed as the scene played out before him.
TBC
