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witticaster"Like On E.R." is literally the best-received story I have ever written. Ever. I put it up on ffn on the seventh, and it's gotten more reviews-and-favourites-ing than any of my other fics; it's four hits away from being my most-visited story, too, trailing behind something I wrote three years ago. Hi, my name is AR, and I am boggling like a boggle-y thing.
WHICH IS TO SAY, I figure I ought to do this one up as well and put it up places. XD Jax and Tara having a conversation over a couple of beers while Abel plays in the sprinkler. Written forpitseleh. ♥
I was going to try and fix the infodump of a paragraph that starts this fucker off--or, you know, any of it other than the typos--but you know what? I like the info it's dumping and I'm lazy, so fuck it. Anyway, sometimes I just want to write complete and utter tell-not-showing tl;dr about this theoretical happyending!future they have going on, so I can tell everyone how Tara secretly thinks of Abel as a Precious Moments figure gone wild. (There's more contained tl;dr about Tara, because I don't feel like I get Jax quite as well. I mean, I have tl;dr for Jax's part, but I don't actually trust myself to be properly in-character, so I won't tell you about it right now. >>)
Abel was growing up into a strong little boy--he was as tow-headed as his daddy had been, and just as bullheaded, for that matter. Just before his first birthday, he'd taken his first wobbling steps and had only sped up since, aside from a few run-ins with a coffee table. (Jax had called her up after the first of those, and she'd come over to make sure that the toddler hadn't given himself a concussion...and to assure his father that there wouldn't be any lasting damage. That time, at least--the second occasion Abel careened into the table, when Tara had come over for dinner, he'd managed to give himself a black eye that cycled through a rainbow of colours over the course of a week and a half.) And now, at a year and a half, the little boy was rapidly catching up with other children his age; he was still on the small side, and he didn't say much yet, but he was on the right track.
At the moment, he was shrieking as he ran back and forth through a sprinkler Jax had turned on for him, while she and Jax watched from plastic patio chairs just out of the sprinkler's reach. The water waved back and forth slowly in thin streams. Tara remembered playing with one just like it when she was a child; she always loved running her hands through the jets of water like they were harp strings.
"I was thinking, he's about old enough to go to the movies, isn't he?" Jax asked idly, picking at a thumbnail.
"Yeah, you could probably start taking him to children's movies." Tara's eyes were still on Abel, who had paused in his activies to squat down and examine a clump of grass. "Loud noises don't bother him, so he'd be fine. As long as he doesn't get bored, that is."
Jax picked up the can of beer he'd set on the lawn next to his lawn chair and took a swig. "That could be a problem. He has the attention span of a goldfish." He grinned. "But if we're at some Disney cartoon and he wants out, then I guess it doesn't matter if we leave halfway through."
Tara grinned back at him, picturing Jax sitting through some save-the-princess movie full of singing animals in his leather. "Sounds like everyone wins if that happens."
Jax nodded, considering his son, who had moved from yanking up handfuls of grass to attempting to cover the sprinkler's holes with his left foot. "I'm screwed if he gets into the thing, though." He took another sip of beer. "You wanna come with?"
"Misery loves company." Tara picked up her own can from where it had been sitting between her feet and clinked against Jax's.
WHICH IS TO SAY, I figure I ought to do this one up as well and put it up places. XD Jax and Tara having a conversation over a couple of beers while Abel plays in the sprinkler. Written for
pitseleh. ♥I was going to try and fix the infodump of a paragraph that starts this fucker off--or, you know, any of it other than the typos--but you know what? I like the info it's dumping and I'm lazy, so fuck it. Anyway, sometimes I just want to write complete and utter tell-not-showing tl;dr about this theoretical happyending!future they have going on, so I can tell everyone how Tara secretly thinks of Abel as a Precious Moments figure gone wild. (There's more contained tl;dr about Tara, because I don't feel like I get Jax quite as well. I mean, I have tl;dr for Jax's part, but I don't actually trust myself to be properly in-character, so I won't tell you about it right now. >>)
Abel was growing up into a strong little boy--he was as tow-headed as his daddy had been, and just as bullheaded, for that matter. Just before his first birthday, he'd taken his first wobbling steps and had only sped up since, aside from a few run-ins with a coffee table. (Jax had called her up after the first of those, and she'd come over to make sure that the toddler hadn't given himself a concussion...and to assure his father that there wouldn't be any lasting damage. That time, at least--the second occasion Abel careened into the table, when Tara had come over for dinner, he'd managed to give himself a black eye that cycled through a rainbow of colours over the course of a week and a half.) And now, at a year and a half, the little boy was rapidly catching up with other children his age; he was still on the small side, and he didn't say much yet, but he was on the right track.
At the moment, he was shrieking as he ran back and forth through a sprinkler Jax had turned on for him, while she and Jax watched from plastic patio chairs just out of the sprinkler's reach. The water waved back and forth slowly in thin streams. Tara remembered playing with one just like it when she was a child; she always loved running her hands through the jets of water like they were harp strings.
"I was thinking, he's about old enough to go to the movies, isn't he?" Jax asked idly, picking at a thumbnail.
"Yeah, you could probably start taking him to children's movies." Tara's eyes were still on Abel, who had paused in his activies to squat down and examine a clump of grass. "Loud noises don't bother him, so he'd be fine. As long as he doesn't get bored, that is."
Jax picked up the can of beer he'd set on the lawn next to his lawn chair and took a swig. "That could be a problem. He has the attention span of a goldfish." He grinned. "But if we're at some Disney cartoon and he wants out, then I guess it doesn't matter if we leave halfway through."
Tara grinned back at him, picturing Jax sitting through some save-the-princess movie full of singing animals in his leather. "Sounds like everyone wins if that happens."
Jax nodded, considering his son, who had moved from yanking up handfuls of grass to attempting to cover the sprinkler's holes with his left foot. "I'm screwed if he gets into the thing, though." He took another sip of beer. "You wanna come with?"
"Misery loves company." Tara picked up her own can from where it had been sitting between her feet and clinked against Jax's.
