||[Jun. 10th, 2012|03:57 pm]
Drabble. JP. IM/ES/AG. Not mine. Nice to play with.
I have absolutely no idea where this came from. It meant to be something else entirely.
Seriously, he drawled, stretching out even more, reaching for the bottle across from them, Even if you don't want to think about it, don't you think about having kids? She blinked, startled out of the cheerfully tipsy haze they all three had settled into. Pouring shots all round, he extended them, then, raising an eyebrow - But I interrupt myself, it's your toast, buddy. With a sigh, crinkled eyebrows, and a stretch, their other half sat up. To the future, since Ian's got that look says we're all gonna need a couple more, Alan,sitting back in his chair, a wry little grin. But, no, dude, I was, you know, uh, well, we know SHE wants 'em, don't you babe? Ellie, tossing back the tequila, making a face. You don't always have to sound like that. YOU have THREE. Ian, nodding, then seriously, replies. And why do you think I'm in a tiny little apartment? Uh, was in one, before, you know, I moved in, you know, why do you think we have solar panels and shit? It's Alan seizes the bottle this time, pours, drinks, pours, sighs. Ian, we get it, but really... Ian, shifting from intense to pissy now, fervent on his tirade. No, you don't get it, man, you don't. Even if we wired the whole fucking block for solar, you wouldn't get it. There is no way I can responsibly make sure my kids are still gonna have clean water when they're legal to fuckin' drink. And I can't say I wish I hadn't, cause I don't, but fuck, we need to think about this shit, dude. Alan, calmer now, rolling papers, passing the lighter to Ian. Who sighs. Alan, talking, slow but certain. I can't think about it, Ian, it makes me pissed and upset and I can't do a damn thing about it, not more than I am, and yes I know that's not fucking enough! Why do you think I'm not having kids? Eliie's upset, it's in the line of her neck, in her shoulders. So you'd have made me go elsewhere? Ian, rubbing her back, slowly tracing the curve of her ear, trying to bring her back from where ever it is she goes when she thinks about how much she wants and how unlikely it is that she'll get these things. Ellie, honey, I mean, I'm pretty fuckin' much irresponsible already... Ellie, pissy now, not just sad, snaps back at him. I'm aware you're a fucking fertility god, Malcolm! I don't think that's going to help! You know I can't! She has said the one minefield they all try to avoid, after Nublar, after Sorna. Ellie is not in a position where she, ex- or future- Mrs. Anyone, can have her own. You know, Ellie, Ian replies, pulling her in - she goes, she always goes, no matter which one reaches for her, as they spent too long not holding on at all - Ellie. You know, I have three kids, and one of them's kinda adrift, girl... Alan's eyes widen, and for a minute he thinks he might scream. We can't! Ian Ian shoots him a dirty look. Ellie, I was thinkin', maybe my kid needs another dad and a momma who ain't gonna ditch him for the ends of the earth.
Aw, hell, Alan remarks, breaking the silence that has fallen. Ian, please, please tell me your kid's not nearly as impetuous and annoying as you?