I miss this show.
Title: Father Figure
Author: happywriter06
Fandom: Friday Night Lights
Rating: G
Category: Gen
Characters: Coach Eric Taylor, Tami Taylor, Matt Saracen
Disclaimer: I don’t even want to talk about the fact that I don’t own FNL.
Notes: Spoilers for 2x14. This is what I like to call deleted scene fic.
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Coach says, feeling as if the words, though true, might not mean a thing to Saracen right now. I don’t want to hear any of your Coach Dad talk. “Come on,” he says, extending his hand. “Come on.”
Saracen’s hand is of course cold and slick so he expects it to slip some but it doesn’t. His grip is sure and strong like Coach is some kind of lifeline. And boy does that make him feel like the worse father ever and this isn’t even his kid.
You left me for a better team. “I’m sorry, son,” he says, his hand now on Matt’s shoulder as he sinks down on the edge next to him. “Real sorry.”
“Everything okay, hun,” she asks as he slides into bed next to her. She rests her head on his chest. He doesn’t say anything, just stares up at the ceiling. “Hun?” She’s looking at him now. He still doesn’t say anything, just gives her a look that says it all. She gives him a smile, the small one that means she understands. She kisses him before putting her head back down, her hand over his heart.
None of them are his kids, not biologically anyway. They’re still his whether he likes it or not. Whether he wants it or not. He’s got more sons than he knows what to do with and he’s got to do right by them all.
Author: happywriter06
Fandom: Friday Night Lights
Rating: G
Category: Gen
Characters: Coach Eric Taylor, Tami Taylor, Matt Saracen
Disclaimer: I don’t even want to talk about the fact that I don’t own FNL.
Notes: Spoilers for 2x14. This is what I like to call deleted scene fic.
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Coach says, feeling as if the words, though true, might not mean a thing to Saracen right now. I don’t want to hear any of your Coach Dad talk. “Come on,” he says, extending his hand. “Come on.”
Saracen’s hand is of course cold and slick so he expects it to slip some but it doesn’t. His grip is sure and strong like Coach is some kind of lifeline. And boy does that make him feel like the worse father ever and this isn’t even his kid.
You left me for a better team. “I’m sorry, son,” he says, his hand now on Matt’s shoulder as he sinks down on the edge next to him. “Real sorry.”
“Everything okay, hun,” she asks as he slides into bed next to her. She rests her head on his chest. He doesn’t say anything, just stares up at the ceiling. “Hun?” She’s looking at him now. He still doesn’t say anything, just gives her a look that says it all. She gives him a smile, the small one that means she understands. She kisses him before putting her head back down, her hand over his heart.
None of them are his kids, not biologically anyway. They’re still his whether he likes it or not. Whether he wants it or not. He’s got more sons than he knows what to do with and he’s got to do right by them all.