Prometheus Unbound, Day 31: Fic - All is Fair
Title: All is Fair
Summary: All is fair in love and parenting.
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for Prometheus Unbound (obviously).
A/N: This one is pretty much a continuation of the fic I posted for Day 26 ( Lessons), but it's not necessary to read that one to enjoy this one.
I stand leaning against the kitchen counter, watching the pair out on the back porch through the screen door. Mother and son are in a battle of wills - Vala trying to put the finishing touches on a handmade Halloween costume and Colton determined to go off and fight the scourge of the universe.
“Dammit, boy.” She mutters to him. “Can’t you stand still for two minutes?”
“But mama,” Colton thrusts out his weapon hand, shooting invisible aliens. “The invasion is imident.”
“Imminent.” Vala corrects and it makes me smile, reminding me just how much things have changed since she first came to stay on my fair planet. “And how can you expect to protect the planet properly if you aren’t well armored?”
“I don’t needs armor, mama!” Colton puffs out his chest and stands proud. “I’m Hans Olo.”
My eyes close and I let out a slightly exasperated sigh. Ever since Vala had told our son of our first encounter on the Prometheus, he had been obsessed. Almost every night he was in our bed, after his sister had fallen asleep, greedily demanding more details. The moment Vala had ‘accidentally’ let it slip that I had made myself a ‘new’ space action hero; Colton had latched on to the persona like a leech.
“Even Hans Olo needed protection, little boy.” Vala poked the six year old in the tummy and he giggled. “He’s gotta stay safe so he can rescue the pretty black-haired princess.” Just another fabrication the troublesome pair had created for the fantastic story. Vala was even going as said ‘princess’ when she took Colt trick or treating later. Don’t quite remember her being much of a damsel who needed rescuing.
I watch Colton look up at his mother with wide, blue eyes. “I’ll always protect you, mama. Armor or not.” My heart swells with his words and I sigh again, this time with affection, as Vala stops fiddling with his costume to give him a huge hug.
The sigh morphs into a choked laugh as Colton licks Vala on the cheek, giving him a chance to make his grand escape out into the backyard. Vala gasps, charging after him. I laugh, watching mother chase son around. When she finally catches him, Vala collapses back into the grass with Colton giggling in her lap.
With all the recent talk of our first encounter, it truly hits me in this moment just how much Vala has changed. She’s no longer the shifty space vixen with a body for sex and a mind for mischief. She doesn’t only think of herself anymore. It makes me wonder if this life she’s been thrown into with me makes her ache for that old freedom. If she wishes she could go without ties to anyone.
Vala closes her eyes, resting her cheek in Colton’s messy black hair. It’s the smile that slowly spreads across her face that lets me know she doesn’t regret her life for a moment. She is a mom, the mother of my children, and she is content.
A tug on my jeans draws me from my reverie and my eyes downward. Grey-blue eyes, wide and pleading, look up at me from behind a faceless lion costume. I frown in sympathy at my little girl, leaning down to take her in my arms.
“Now I know mama told you ‘no’, Hayden.” I tell her apologetically, my resolve only growing at the fevered heat I can feel coming off her tiny body. She pouts, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Her lion costume is practically shoved into my face.
I push it down with my free hand, shaking my head. “No, sweetie. Mama says you’re still too sick for trick or treating.” My heart nearly breaks at her dejected face. She had been looking forward to Halloween for months. It would’ve been the first year she got to wear a costume she picked out.
Hayden frowned. “Mama mean.”
I don’t know whether to refute the words or simply laugh. Our daughter, my precious baby girl, isn’t used to not getting her way. And on the rare occasion that she doesn’t, she likes to blame whoever is telling her ‘no’- like her mother. This time, it just happens to be said mother.
“Mama loves you and doesn’t want you to get sicker.” I tell her, glancing from Hayden to the backyard. Vala is ushering Colton back up to the porch. She’s finally realized I’ve been standing watching them. She blinks innocently and I get the message. ‘Don’t you dare give into that little girl.’ Does she really think I’m that much of a pushover?
“Has your mom told you the story of how she and I met?” I ask Hayden curiously, smiling sweetly for my daughter and giving Vala a naughty gleam of a look. When I do glance at the toddler in my arms, she is giving me another wide-eyed look, this one born of curiosity. She is always in the mood for a good story from daddy.
Feeling the mischief build up inside, I turn away from the door and move to take Hayden into the den. I begin to weave the story of Vala and I’s first meeting together for her, relishing in the fact that if Vala can get away with telling our son, than I can get away with telling our daughter.
I sit on the couch, my curious little baby snuggled close and listening intently to the riveting tale. I know Vala will more than likely kick my ass for this stunt, but when was that anything new? Not everything had changed over the years since Prometheus.
Comments and feedback are definitely appreciated!
~Pip
Summary: All is fair in love and parenting.
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for Prometheus Unbound (obviously).
A/N: This one is pretty much a continuation of the fic I posted for Day 26 ( Lessons), but it's not necessary to read that one to enjoy this one.
I stand leaning against the kitchen counter, watching the pair out on the back porch through the screen door. Mother and son are in a battle of wills - Vala trying to put the finishing touches on a handmade Halloween costume and Colton determined to go off and fight the scourge of the universe.
“Dammit, boy.” She mutters to him. “Can’t you stand still for two minutes?”
“But mama,” Colton thrusts out his weapon hand, shooting invisible aliens. “The invasion is imident.”
“Imminent.” Vala corrects and it makes me smile, reminding me just how much things have changed since she first came to stay on my fair planet. “And how can you expect to protect the planet properly if you aren’t well armored?”
“I don’t needs armor, mama!” Colton puffs out his chest and stands proud. “I’m Hans Olo.”
My eyes close and I let out a slightly exasperated sigh. Ever since Vala had told our son of our first encounter on the Prometheus, he had been obsessed. Almost every night he was in our bed, after his sister had fallen asleep, greedily demanding more details. The moment Vala had ‘accidentally’ let it slip that I had made myself a ‘new’ space action hero; Colton had latched on to the persona like a leech.
“Even Hans Olo needed protection, little boy.” Vala poked the six year old in the tummy and he giggled. “He’s gotta stay safe so he can rescue the pretty black-haired princess.” Just another fabrication the troublesome pair had created for the fantastic story. Vala was even going as said ‘princess’ when she took Colt trick or treating later. Don’t quite remember her being much of a damsel who needed rescuing.
I watch Colton look up at his mother with wide, blue eyes. “I’ll always protect you, mama. Armor or not.” My heart swells with his words and I sigh again, this time with affection, as Vala stops fiddling with his costume to give him a huge hug.
The sigh morphs into a choked laugh as Colton licks Vala on the cheek, giving him a chance to make his grand escape out into the backyard. Vala gasps, charging after him. I laugh, watching mother chase son around. When she finally catches him, Vala collapses back into the grass with Colton giggling in her lap.
With all the recent talk of our first encounter, it truly hits me in this moment just how much Vala has changed. She’s no longer the shifty space vixen with a body for sex and a mind for mischief. She doesn’t only think of herself anymore. It makes me wonder if this life she’s been thrown into with me makes her ache for that old freedom. If she wishes she could go without ties to anyone.
Vala closes her eyes, resting her cheek in Colton’s messy black hair. It’s the smile that slowly spreads across her face that lets me know she doesn’t regret her life for a moment. She is a mom, the mother of my children, and she is content.
A tug on my jeans draws me from my reverie and my eyes downward. Grey-blue eyes, wide and pleading, look up at me from behind a faceless lion costume. I frown in sympathy at my little girl, leaning down to take her in my arms.
“Now I know mama told you ‘no’, Hayden.” I tell her apologetically, my resolve only growing at the fevered heat I can feel coming off her tiny body. She pouts, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Her lion costume is practically shoved into my face.
I push it down with my free hand, shaking my head. “No, sweetie. Mama says you’re still too sick for trick or treating.” My heart nearly breaks at her dejected face. She had been looking forward to Halloween for months. It would’ve been the first year she got to wear a costume she picked out.
Hayden frowned. “Mama mean.”
I don’t know whether to refute the words or simply laugh. Our daughter, my precious baby girl, isn’t used to not getting her way. And on the rare occasion that she doesn’t, she likes to blame whoever is telling her ‘no’- like her mother. This time, it just happens to be said mother.
“Mama loves you and doesn’t want you to get sicker.” I tell her, glancing from Hayden to the backyard. Vala is ushering Colton back up to the porch. She’s finally realized I’ve been standing watching them. She blinks innocently and I get the message. ‘Don’t you dare give into that little girl.’ Does she really think I’m that much of a pushover?
“Has your mom told you the story of how she and I met?” I ask Hayden curiously, smiling sweetly for my daughter and giving Vala a naughty gleam of a look. When I do glance at the toddler in my arms, she is giving me another wide-eyed look, this one born of curiosity. She is always in the mood for a good story from daddy.
Feeling the mischief build up inside, I turn away from the door and move to take Hayden into the den. I begin to weave the story of Vala and I’s first meeting together for her, relishing in the fact that if Vala can get away with telling our son, than I can get away with telling our daughter.
I sit on the couch, my curious little baby snuggled close and listening intently to the riveting tale. I know Vala will more than likely kick my ass for this stunt, but when was that anything new? Not everything had changed over the years since Prometheus.
Comments and feedback are definitely appreciated!
~Pip