Karate Kid: Life Lessons
I'm posting a few random drabbles tonight, and hopefully I'll finish something longer soon.
Title: Life Lessons
Word Count: 177
Rating: G (+ one bad word, I really don't see the need to up the rating for that)
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Summary: After the tournament, Sherry Parker and Mr. Han clear up a few misunderstandings about Dre's training.
Notes: This started out as a purely dialogue fic, and I'm afraid it shows. Not much to say about it, really. I wrote it back in June, according to the date in my journal, so it must have been not long after I saw the movie for the first time. Six months later, after changing nothing and adding only a few lines, I'm finally posting. Go figure.
Mr. Han found Sherry Parker, long after the tournament had ended and Dre had gone from wired to exhausted to crashed. “Your son matters,” he said without preamble.
“Excuse me?” she asked cautiously. Last time Mr. Han took an interest in her Dre, it ended in tournaments and hospital visits and insurance forms she couldn’t read.
“Xiao Dre,” he clarified uselessly, as if she had another son. “He important.”
Oh, no he did not. “Mr. Han, if you are implying that my Dre was not important enough or strong enough before this, then kung fu or not-“
Dre’s super kung fu teacher actually raised his hands and backed up a step, and he’d damn well better if he thought he was going to talk about her boy like that. “No. Just opposite. Xiao Dre always stronger than ones he fight. Stronger sometimes than his teacher. I did not teach him strength. I teach him focus.”
Oh. Well. “And how to pick up his jacket.”
“How to pick up jacket, yes.”
“Well, thank the Lord for that.”
Title: Life Lessons
Word Count: 177
Rating: G (+ one bad word, I really don't see the need to up the rating for that)
Disclaimer Post
Summary: After the tournament, Sherry Parker and Mr. Han clear up a few misunderstandings about Dre's training.
Notes: This started out as a purely dialogue fic, and I'm afraid it shows. Not much to say about it, really. I wrote it back in June, according to the date in my journal, so it must have been not long after I saw the movie for the first time. Six months later, after changing nothing and adding only a few lines, I'm finally posting. Go figure.
Mr. Han found Sherry Parker, long after the tournament had ended and Dre had gone from wired to exhausted to crashed. “Your son matters,” he said without preamble.
“Excuse me?” she asked cautiously. Last time Mr. Han took an interest in her Dre, it ended in tournaments and hospital visits and insurance forms she couldn’t read.
“Xiao Dre,” he clarified uselessly, as if she had another son. “He important.”
Oh, no he did not. “Mr. Han, if you are implying that my Dre was not important enough or strong enough before this, then kung fu or not-“
Dre’s super kung fu teacher actually raised his hands and backed up a step, and he’d damn well better if he thought he was going to talk about her boy like that. “No. Just opposite. Xiao Dre always stronger than ones he fight. Stronger sometimes than his teacher. I did not teach him strength. I teach him focus.”
Oh. Well. “And how to pick up his jacket.”
“How to pick up jacket, yes.”
“Well, thank the Lord for that.”