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Okay, so a couple of you requested Lorne/Novak fics, and in some weird co-ink-dink, everyone that asked for a Lorne/Novak fic gave me a line of dialogue. So, I started a fic where I used each line of dialogue as a section, a glimpse of Lorne/Novak cuteness.
Sounds good in theory right?
It was awful.
I deleted the whole lot and started again. I got halfway through before I realised that it was no *worse* and I didn't think that was possible.
So I opened up a new blank document, chanted Lorne/Novak to myself and then just wrote and the below happened. I'm afraid this is a bit of a copout but I'm honestly stuck so I'm dedicating this future glimpse of the Relationship From Scratch series to you guys.
Title: Untitled
Rating/Warning: G
Wordcount: 747
Spoilers: None
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kellifer_fic
Category: SGA (Lorne/Novak)
Spoilers: None
Prompt: Dedicated tofran06, wive and skidmo
Summary: A future installment of the Relationship From Scratch series.
“Hey kiddo.”
Janey looks up and back and sees her father struggling to sit down on the porch steps beside her. It’s a chill day and she knows his leg gets bad in the cold weather. He puts a gentle hand to her head and ruffles his fingers through her hair when he settles.
“Will they be here soon?” Janey had been looking forward to the weekend since Monday when her mom had told her that John and Rodney were coming for a BBQ. Of all the adults her parents knew, she likes them the best because John always had good stories and Rodney always had candy of some kind in his pockets. She also likes them because they don’t make her call them by their last names like teachers.
“Pretty soon. Where’s your brother?”
“Here,” a small voice pipes and a hand appears between the stairs leading up to the porch. Jacob likes to hide under the house when there are impending visitors. He needs to be coaxed out but Janey’s got his number. She knows it’s just to get extra food or candy.
She swipes at his hand with her heel and even though she barely connects, he wrenches his hand back and wails.
“Don’t kick him, hon,” her father admonishes, but his eyes are on the driveway. Jacob’s wails peter out when he realises he isn’t getting any attention and the afternoon resumes its quiet.
Janey puts her hand on her dad’s knee and drums her fingers. He lays his own hand over hers and she turns them over so her hand is lying in his open palm. Hers is small, pale and narrow and his are broad and tanned. She runs a finger over the scar in the fleshy part of his hand under the thumb.
“This one?”
This is one of their games, one of the things only she shares with her dad. He has a lot of scars and when she was smaller they upset her, but he told her about how each one told a story and each one meant he’d gotten out of something dangerous without being too badly hurt.
They became comforting.
“That was me trying to shoot an arrow,” he says and his eyes leave the driveway and come back to her.
“You shot an arrow?” Janey asks with wide eyes and her dad chuckles.
“I tried to, but I wasn’t very good at it and I sliced my hand open.”
“But Mom says you’re good at everything,” Janey protests and now her dad laughs, putting an arm across her shoulders and snugging her close.
“Oh really? What else does she say?”
“That you’re sad sometimes,” Janey blurts and then smacks her hands over her face and drops her forehead to her knees. Her mother didn’t tell her that but someone on the phone.
I’m worried. He has these days where… I don’t know how to help him
Janey feels her dad go still and his arm goes lax. She raises her head and scoots away from him a little so she can see his face. “I didn’t mean to listen, I really didn’t,” Janey says in a rush and it’s true. Her parents tell her not to eavesdrop and she tries not to, but her mother had sounded so worried and it had scared Janey a little.
“It’s okay,” her dad says in a gentle voice and he seems to shake himself. “You know how because of my knee I can’t do the job I used to do anymore?”
Janey knows her dad works in an office now and that he used to work in the field. She nods solemnly.
“It’s true, sometimes that makes me sad. But you know what?” He grasps Janey’s shoulders and turns her so she’s facing him fully. “I probably wouldn’t have you or Jacob if it hadn’t happened and I can’t imagine living without either of you.”
“Really? Because I can imagine living without Jacob,” Janey says with a small sigh and there is a, “Hey!” of protest from underneath the house.
A car pulls up in the drive and Janey recognises it as John’s. Usually she would run to greet them, flinging herself at whoever was closest. Today Janey stands slowly and waits for her dad to get to his feet beside her.
He puts a hand on her shoulder when he does and the smile he gives her lets her know.
That no matter what, they’ll be okay.
Sounds good in theory right?
It was awful.
I deleted the whole lot and started again. I got halfway through before I realised that it was no *worse* and I didn't think that was possible.
So I opened up a new blank document, chanted Lorne/Novak to myself and then just wrote and the below happened. I'm afraid this is a bit of a copout but I'm honestly stuck so I'm dedicating this future glimpse of the Relationship From Scratch series to you guys.
Title: Untitled
Rating/Warning: G
Wordcount: 747
Spoilers: None
By:
kellifer_ficCategory: SGA (Lorne/Novak)
Spoilers: None
Prompt: Dedicated to
fran06, wive and skidmoSummary: A future installment of the Relationship From Scratch series.
“Hey kiddo.”
Janey looks up and back and sees her father struggling to sit down on the porch steps beside her. It’s a chill day and she knows his leg gets bad in the cold weather. He puts a gentle hand to her head and ruffles his fingers through her hair when he settles.
“Will they be here soon?” Janey had been looking forward to the weekend since Monday when her mom had told her that John and Rodney were coming for a BBQ. Of all the adults her parents knew, she likes them the best because John always had good stories and Rodney always had candy of some kind in his pockets. She also likes them because they don’t make her call them by their last names like teachers.
“Pretty soon. Where’s your brother?”
“Here,” a small voice pipes and a hand appears between the stairs leading up to the porch. Jacob likes to hide under the house when there are impending visitors. He needs to be coaxed out but Janey’s got his number. She knows it’s just to get extra food or candy.
She swipes at his hand with her heel and even though she barely connects, he wrenches his hand back and wails.
“Don’t kick him, hon,” her father admonishes, but his eyes are on the driveway. Jacob’s wails peter out when he realises he isn’t getting any attention and the afternoon resumes its quiet.
Janey puts her hand on her dad’s knee and drums her fingers. He lays his own hand over hers and she turns them over so her hand is lying in his open palm. Hers is small, pale and narrow and his are broad and tanned. She runs a finger over the scar in the fleshy part of his hand under the thumb.
“This one?”
This is one of their games, one of the things only she shares with her dad. He has a lot of scars and when she was smaller they upset her, but he told her about how each one told a story and each one meant he’d gotten out of something dangerous without being too badly hurt.
They became comforting.
“That was me trying to shoot an arrow,” he says and his eyes leave the driveway and come back to her.
“You shot an arrow?” Janey asks with wide eyes and her dad chuckles.
“I tried to, but I wasn’t very good at it and I sliced my hand open.”
“But Mom says you’re good at everything,” Janey protests and now her dad laughs, putting an arm across her shoulders and snugging her close.
“Oh really? What else does she say?”
“That you’re sad sometimes,” Janey blurts and then smacks her hands over her face and drops her forehead to her knees. Her mother didn’t tell her that but someone on the phone.
I’m worried. He has these days where… I don’t know how to help him
Janey feels her dad go still and his arm goes lax. She raises her head and scoots away from him a little so she can see his face. “I didn’t mean to listen, I really didn’t,” Janey says in a rush and it’s true. Her parents tell her not to eavesdrop and she tries not to, but her mother had sounded so worried and it had scared Janey a little.
“It’s okay,” her dad says in a gentle voice and he seems to shake himself. “You know how because of my knee I can’t do the job I used to do anymore?”
Janey knows her dad works in an office now and that he used to work in the field. She nods solemnly.
“It’s true, sometimes that makes me sad. But you know what?” He grasps Janey’s shoulders and turns her so she’s facing him fully. “I probably wouldn’t have you or Jacob if it hadn’t happened and I can’t imagine living without either of you.”
“Really? Because I can imagine living without Jacob,” Janey says with a small sigh and there is a, “Hey!” of protest from underneath the house.
A car pulls up in the drive and Janey recognises it as John’s. Usually she would run to greet them, flinging herself at whoever was closest. Today Janey stands slowly and waits for her dad to get to his feet beside her.
He puts a hand on her shoulder when he does and the smile he gives her lets her know.
That no matter what, they’ll be okay.
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