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why_me_why_notSo, I have a long overdue fic due to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jackiesjunkie, because she is made of awesomesauce and made a donation to my Relay for Life campaign in response to this post.
I do have to say, it's a challenge writing forjackiesjunkie because she is awesomesauce and I want to write something worthy of her, but nothing I wrote seemed to work for me. And I owe her 1000 words of The Used, bandom babies, with babies clarified as Either Drive A or Dan's unborn daughter Farrah. Since I had trouble, she gets two 500 word ficlets. She's also going to be getting a package in the mail in the next week or so, and her name on a sunshine card that'll be prominently displayed on our banner since she was our very first donor for the year.
The Used & Drive A
"Oh my god, Quinn, they're babies!" Bert clapped his hands delightedly, much like the overgrown child he was. Well, overgrown was maybe the wrong word. The kids in the opening band for their new tour were bigger than Bert. "Are they even legal?"
Quinn rolled his eyes - it's not like they handpicked the band as a present for Bert - but it was more fondness than anything else. He was about to point out that legal or not, they were more than old enough to speak for themselves and that Bert should ask for himself, but Bert was already headed in that direction.
"Don't molest the new kids!" Jeph called as he walked up behind Quinn.
"Are they legal?" Quinn asked.
Jeph shrugged. "Maybe? Most of 'em, I think. Don't tell Bert that, though." He nudged Quinn forward. "C'mon, let's go intervene before he invites them to sleep on the floor of our buses."
Bert saw them coming and wrapped his arms around one of the boys in a sideways kind of hug, a manic look of love in his eyes that made Quinn want to laugh almost as much as the "oh fuck save me" look on the boy's face did.
"Quinn, Jepharee, this is Bruno and we're keeping him. He's adorable. Listen to him talk." He waited expectantly and the kid - Bruno, apparently - finally said, "Um, hi," which Quinn didn't find particularly adorable or out of the ordinary, but whatever, Bert was weird and Quinn was used to it. And he didn't all that much care about how the kid talked, as long as he wasn't talking shit about Quinn and his band.
Bert seemed to be waiting on something, so Quinn said, "We can keep him for the entire tour, maybe even two if you're good."
Bert grinned and released his hold on Bruno, who quickly took a step away. Quinn figured that by the end of the week, he'd be accustomed to Bert's overly affectionate nature, just like everyone else they'd ever toured with. And if not... well, they were kinda small. If they were still resisting his hugs by the second week of tour, he'd probably hold them down and kiss them until they promised him dinner or blow jobs, whichever came first.
"So anyway," Bert said, as if Quinn and Jeph had interrupted something by coming over, "the van is small; you don't need all that shit! Clean underwear, condoms, case of water." He threw his arm around one of the other boys, and Quinn noticed he was doing that thing where he was standing on the curb to make himself appear taller than he actually was. "And if you feel homesick, I may have an extra bunk in my bus, for the right price."
"Bert." Jeph was the voice of reason more and more these days, so Quinn let him have at it. "No molesting our new tour mates."
"I promise, any molestation will be consensual! There will be no lawsuits or sexual harassment charges filed this time around!" Bert's look of faked innocence was too familiar to work on Quinn or Jeph. Quinn wasn't sure why he still even bothered. Even the kids didn't seem to believe it.
Quinn decided it was definitely going to be an interesting tour.
Dan + his daughter
Two pink lines on a home test, a second and third just to be sure. It didn't really mean much. Words, concepts, nothing tangible. Nothing that felt real.
The first time he heard the heartbeat, twice as fast as its mother's and beating to a rhythm older than time itself, he felt it. A link. Where it was common for him to drum at random, tap out a beat on the nearest available surface or on the air if it suited better, now he found himself tapping his fingers on his thigh in that fast, steady beat, smiling at the thought of something he helped create.
A girl. Dan couldn't see it, whatever the technician was pointing to on the screen, but he took her word for it. To him, the blurry picture looked pretty alien, like something he'd see after some really good drugs. Or some bad ones. An alien that had his sense of rhythm, though, so that was okay.
There was a baby shower that Dan wasn't invited to and had no interest in. He went to hang out at Bert's instead, planning on having a few beers and catching a game with the guys. Bert gave him a dozen outfits for the baby, despite the fact she already had more clothes than she could ever possibly wear. (Bert was quick to assure him that babies had to be changed when their clothes got bodily fluids on them, even if they were rockstars in training, and Dan was reminded of the vomit, shit, and snot to come. As if there wasn't enough of that in his life from the actual rockstars.) Quinn gave him a CD of recorded lullabies. Quinn and his guitar. (They joked that if he ever got hard up for money, after the band broke up and he ended up selling his body for crack, or just after the princess had him wrapped good and tight around her finger and asked for everything under the moon and above as well, that he could sell it on the internet for a tidy sum. Fangirls were fucking crazy.) Jepha gave him the gift that keeps on giving - gift cards. (Jepha was genuinely happy for them; Dan never doubted it. But he still wondered if Jepha wasn't bothered by it, thinking of his own daughter and different paths.)
What changed it all, though, was holding her for the first time. The nurse said she was healthy and a good size as she passed her over to Dan, but she was still so fucking tiny in his hands. She barely opened her eyes to glare at him, but he recognized the look; that was one hundred percent her momma's pissed off look. She didn't cry, though. When he cradled her in his arms, against his chest. Her heartbeat was slower now, in the outside world, matching his own.
She was everything perfect and beautiful and happy in the world, and she was real, and she was his.
Thank you,jackiesjunkie! I'm sorry for the delay, and I appreciate you more than you know. LOVE YOU! <3
jackiesjunkie, because she is made of awesomesauce and made a donation to my Relay for Life campaign in response to this post.I do have to say, it's a challenge writing for
jackiesjunkie because she is awesomesauce and I want to write something worthy of her, but nothing I wrote seemed to work for me. And I owe her 1000 words of The Used, bandom babies, with babies clarified as Either Drive A or Dan's unborn daughter Farrah. Since I had trouble, she gets two 500 word ficlets. She's also going to be getting a package in the mail in the next week or so, and her name on a sunshine card that'll be prominently displayed on our banner since she was our very first donor for the year. The Used & Drive A
"Oh my god, Quinn, they're babies!" Bert clapped his hands delightedly, much like the overgrown child he was. Well, overgrown was maybe the wrong word. The kids in the opening band for their new tour were bigger than Bert. "Are they even legal?"
Quinn rolled his eyes - it's not like they handpicked the band as a present for Bert - but it was more fondness than anything else. He was about to point out that legal or not, they were more than old enough to speak for themselves and that Bert should ask for himself, but Bert was already headed in that direction.
"Don't molest the new kids!" Jeph called as he walked up behind Quinn.
"Are they legal?" Quinn asked.
Jeph shrugged. "Maybe? Most of 'em, I think. Don't tell Bert that, though." He nudged Quinn forward. "C'mon, let's go intervene before he invites them to sleep on the floor of our buses."
Bert saw them coming and wrapped his arms around one of the boys in a sideways kind of hug, a manic look of love in his eyes that made Quinn want to laugh almost as much as the "oh fuck save me" look on the boy's face did.
"Quinn, Jepharee, this is Bruno and we're keeping him. He's adorable. Listen to him talk." He waited expectantly and the kid - Bruno, apparently - finally said, "Um, hi," which Quinn didn't find particularly adorable or out of the ordinary, but whatever, Bert was weird and Quinn was used to it. And he didn't all that much care about how the kid talked, as long as he wasn't talking shit about Quinn and his band.
Bert seemed to be waiting on something, so Quinn said, "We can keep him for the entire tour, maybe even two if you're good."
Bert grinned and released his hold on Bruno, who quickly took a step away. Quinn figured that by the end of the week, he'd be accustomed to Bert's overly affectionate nature, just like everyone else they'd ever toured with. And if not... well, they were kinda small. If they were still resisting his hugs by the second week of tour, he'd probably hold them down and kiss them until they promised him dinner or blow jobs, whichever came first.
"So anyway," Bert said, as if Quinn and Jeph had interrupted something by coming over, "the van is small; you don't need all that shit! Clean underwear, condoms, case of water." He threw his arm around one of the other boys, and Quinn noticed he was doing that thing where he was standing on the curb to make himself appear taller than he actually was. "And if you feel homesick, I may have an extra bunk in my bus, for the right price."
"Bert." Jeph was the voice of reason more and more these days, so Quinn let him have at it. "No molesting our new tour mates."
"I promise, any molestation will be consensual! There will be no lawsuits or sexual harassment charges filed this time around!" Bert's look of faked innocence was too familiar to work on Quinn or Jeph. Quinn wasn't sure why he still even bothered. Even the kids didn't seem to believe it.
Quinn decided it was definitely going to be an interesting tour.
Dan + his daughter
Two pink lines on a home test, a second and third just to be sure. It didn't really mean much. Words, concepts, nothing tangible. Nothing that felt real.
The first time he heard the heartbeat, twice as fast as its mother's and beating to a rhythm older than time itself, he felt it. A link. Where it was common for him to drum at random, tap out a beat on the nearest available surface or on the air if it suited better, now he found himself tapping his fingers on his thigh in that fast, steady beat, smiling at the thought of something he helped create.
A girl. Dan couldn't see it, whatever the technician was pointing to on the screen, but he took her word for it. To him, the blurry picture looked pretty alien, like something he'd see after some really good drugs. Or some bad ones. An alien that had his sense of rhythm, though, so that was okay.
There was a baby shower that Dan wasn't invited to and had no interest in. He went to hang out at Bert's instead, planning on having a few beers and catching a game with the guys. Bert gave him a dozen outfits for the baby, despite the fact she already had more clothes than she could ever possibly wear. (Bert was quick to assure him that babies had to be changed when their clothes got bodily fluids on them, even if they were rockstars in training, and Dan was reminded of the vomit, shit, and snot to come. As if there wasn't enough of that in his life from the actual rockstars.) Quinn gave him a CD of recorded lullabies. Quinn and his guitar. (They joked that if he ever got hard up for money, after the band broke up and he ended up selling his body for crack, or just after the princess had him wrapped good and tight around her finger and asked for everything under the moon and above as well, that he could sell it on the internet for a tidy sum. Fangirls were fucking crazy.) Jepha gave him the gift that keeps on giving - gift cards. (Jepha was genuinely happy for them; Dan never doubted it. But he still wondered if Jepha wasn't bothered by it, thinking of his own daughter and different paths.)
What changed it all, though, was holding her for the first time. The nurse said she was healthy and a good size as she passed her over to Dan, but she was still so fucking tiny in his hands. She barely opened her eyes to glare at him, but he recognized the look; that was one hundred percent her momma's pissed off look. She didn't cry, though. When he cradled her in his arms, against his chest. Her heartbeat was slower now, in the outside world, matching his own.
She was everything perfect and beautiful and happy in the world, and she was real, and she was his.
Thank you,
jackiesjunkie! I'm sorry for the delay, and I appreciate you more than you know. LOVE YOU! <3
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Date: 2011-03-10 08:14 pm (UTC)LOL!! Also, baby!band! \0/
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Date: 2011-03-11 05:15 am (UTC)I love the baby!band!
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Date: 2011-03-10 08:16 pm (UTC)Dan as a daddy! Awwwww! I can't wait until Farrah makes her appearance and they start telling stories about what she's doing. I love bandom babies, in every sense of the word.
Thanks again!
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Date: 2011-03-11 05:13 am (UTC)Omg i cannot WAIT. Farrah is gonna be all spoiled and it's gonna be so adorable. Any combination of goofy guys with a baby is always a win!
<3