Muggs (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Muggs (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Some time in the future, Charles babysits for Boon and Abby.
Warnings: Completely self-indulgent OCs.
Notes: Just having a nontraditional Thanksgiving, so I thought I'd write a completely inappropriate Thanksgiving story.
I guess I will give a word of explanation, though I think the 2 people still reading this remember anyway. This is in the future in my AU. Elias has married Abby, and they've had their first child. Who, as it turns out, is a little silver angel.
“Here we are, Daddy!” Elias, who had just appeared in Charles' office, deposited a baby-sized bundle upon his desk. It turned out to be, indeed, a baby, which sat blinking doubtful silvery-lashed eyes at its grandfather.
“MUGGS!” said Charles, grinning fiercely at his lookalike grandson. “You ready to spend the day with your Papa?”
“You sure about this, Unky Sar?” asked Abby, standing by, and looking as skeptical, in her way, as her young son.
“I remember when Boon was this age!” marveled Charles.
“Yeah, but it's been a while,” said Abby.
“Abigail! Muggs and I will be fine! We're buddies! Aren't we, Muggs?” The tiny baby narrowed its silver eyes.
“Muggs,” grumbled Abby. “I wish my stupid mom wouldn't come up with all those dumb nicknames!”
“Why not?” laughed Elias.
“Because they STICK. BOON,” she told him.
“We gotta go, Daddy,” Elias told Charles, slipping an arm around his father. “Liam and Monique are waiting.”
“You kids get going. We'll be fine,” Charles assured him as Elias bent over slightly and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, as Elias was now as tall as Ganesh.
“Stay out of trouble,” Elias warned Muggs, giving his dubious looking baby a smooch as well. “Come on,” he told Abby, slinging an arm around her as they disappeared.
“We're gonna have fun, huh?” Charles asked the child, who did not answer. “So, whaddya wanna do? Baby stuff, huh? Well! We could smoke cigars, or watch a porno. I have Shindler's Fist!” The baby frowned, and, oddly enough, actually appeared to be considering the options.
“LITTLE JACQUE!” came a voice.
“You mean, I believe, Little Phanuel,” corrected a more refined voice, as two of the baby's great-grandfathers, Ogoun Sen Jacque, and Phanuel the Grey, had just appeared in the vast office.
“They're both technically incorrect,” Charles informed him. “As well as incorrect. He hasn't been Named yet.”
“Where are the parents?” inquired Phanuel as Jacque hefted the infant.
“They're off doing stuff,” said Charles. “I'm babysitting. But, it's been a while since I hadda come up with baby type activities.”
Jacque and Phanuel exchanged an excited glance. “POKER PARTY!” they chanted.
“That sounds like a possibility,” mused Charles. “Whaddya think, Muggs?”
“Boke?” inquired the child.
“Ah, he's for it!” insisted Jacque.
“Did someone say POKER PARTY?” Nathan Explosion's raven hair was streaked with grey, but his voice had not lost it's magnificent timbre. Nor had he lost his uncanny sense of nearby gambling activity.
“Hey, Muggs dood!” said Pickles, who had pattered into the office with Nathan. “Whoa! Dood, he's gaht a glare!”
“He's not glaring! He's just a baby!” scoffed Charles.
“I dunno,” said Pickles, as Muggs regarded him with a laser beam stare.
A table was promptly set up, decks of cards, poker chips, cigars, icnnamon buns, and various sundries were appropriated, and the men were soon engaged in a card game.
“Whaddya think, Muggs?” inquired Charles of the baby situated on his lap. The child appeared to be focusing his concentration on Charles' hand.
“Is that legal?” asked Nathan, cigar clenched between his teeth.
“Why would it not be?” inquired Phanuel, examining first his cards with an exaggerated roll of his grey eyes, and then his lovely glass of an amber liquor with a more benevolent expression.
“He's getting help!” protested Nathan.
“We're teaching the boy a needed skill!” explained Jacque.
The child pointed a chubby finger at a card in Charles' hand. “Think we should discard?” asked Charles, to more insistent bopping with the gooey little finger. “Hmmmm. Well. All rightie.”
The actors picked up cards as Pickles dealt them out. “I am out,” sighed Phanuel.
“Yeh, me too, dood,” said Pickles.
“Fold,” said Jacque.
“Whaddya got?” Nathan asked Charles, who grinned and spread out his cards. “Hey, whoa!”
“Muggs had me draw to an inside straight!” said Charles, greedily scooping up the pile of chips.
“That kid COUNTS CARDS,” grumbled Nathan.
For the first time that night, the child flashed a little baby smile.
“LITTLE SHIVA!” said Ganesh, who had just appeared in the room.
“Bud,” replied the tot as he was lifted from Charles' lap.
“I think he likes the nickname,” Charles told Ganesh.
“I do apologize, young Muggs,” said Ganesh.
“Sorry we're late!” said Elias, who had also just appeared. “Hey, Baap!” he grinned, giving Ganesh a hug.
“You have him playing poker?” asked Abby.
“Your kid CHEATS!” grumbled Nathan.
“He's learning valuable life skills!” said Jacque. “Like smoking cigars!”
“You did not give him a cigar, Jacque?” said Abby, who turned her attention to the video monitor. “Is this PORN?”
“It's, uh, an independent film,” said Charles.
“Yes,” said Ganesh, gazing at the screen. “This unfortunate young lady obviously hasn't enough funds to pay the pizza delivery man.”
“Whoa! Can you even do that?” asked Elias, who was tilting his head for a better look.
“See?” said Charles. “It's educational.”
Abby, who was also momentarily transfixed by what was transpiring onscreen, shook her head and said, “Well, we should probably get him home.” There were immediate moans and groans. “What?” said Abby.
“Just a couple more hours!” asked Nathan. “We're PLAYING!”
“We could keep him overnight!” Charles proposed.
“That is true. We have one of Boonie's old cribs in storage,” noted Ganesh.
“Are you guys sure?” asked Abby.
“What do you wanna do, Muggsie?” asked Elias of the baby nestled in Ganesh's arms. “You wanna come home, or you wanna stay?”
“Bop!” declared the child, waving a chubby arm at Charles.
“Hey, someone's gotta friend!” laughed Elias.
“HEY! We could teach Muggs to play fetch!” said Nathan.
“What, with the yard wolves?” asked Abby.
“I remember! Me and Liam used to play for hours!” said Elias.
“It was silly!” said Abby. “Aw, forget it, I'm obviously outvoted. Come on,” she said, leaning over to kiss her son goodbye. She grabbed Elias' hand. “Between your dad and my mom,” she said, shaking her head. “I need another kid so I can have one of my own!”
“Oh, that's a great idea!” said Elias as the disappeared.
“Is he down?” asked Charles.
“Snug as a bug in a rug,” grinned Ganesh, climbing into bed. “I set up Boonie's old crib, and he dropped right off with just a little lullaby.”
“I used to like it when you sang to Boon,” said Charles, finding the spot on Ganesh's chest where he liked to rest his head.
“I haven't a voice like his mother's, unfortunately, but I think you right tuckered him out.”
“That was great,” agreed Charles.
“Um-hum,” said Ganesh. “Quite nostalgic.”
“I miss having one.”
“What? A baby?” asked Ganesh, suddenly pausing in coming his hand through tangled angel hair.
“Yeah!”
Ganesh frowned. “Weren't you the one who was rather conflicted about having a child in the first place?”
“I changed my mind! Can't I change my mind?”
“Well, of course....”
“And, you're good buddies with the Creator!”
“Sariel?” said Ganesh.
“Yeah?”
“You are actually suggesting we have another child?” asked Ganesh.
“It would be great! Muggs would have someone to play with! Boon always had the twins around.”
“Muggsie seemingly has an entire castle full of playmates. But, granted.”
“And Boon turned out great, right?”
“He is an exceptional young man,” said Ganesh. “But Sariel, you realize we would be revisiting everything, not just having a charming child visit for an afternoon? Staying up all night worrying when he is sick? Staying up all night worrying, when he is a teenager gone out?”
“It wouldn't necessarily be a he! We could have a girl this time! You would like that? Ri-ight?”
Ganesh looked down. Silver eyes now blinked up at him.
“Oh no,” said Ganesh. “Sariel. You know I can't say no to you when you look at me like that.”
“I know,” grinned Charles.
And then some time later, Ganesh had drifted off to sleep. And there he was, in a place he knew so well, and he went a-walking. And the woods smelled sweet, like rich earth and cut grass and buds bursting. And there was a lovely penumbra of magic that surrounded each and every living thing.
And there was a clearing, the breeze cool and clarifying. He heard the water, whooshing over the rocks as it cascaded down the mountainside.
And there was a very small girl, sitting, waiting by the side of some pooling water. And she had dark hair, all in a tangle. And she looked up at him.
With silver eyes.
“It's all right,” he told her. “I am here for you.”
And he put out his hand.
And she took it.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Some time in the future, Charles babysits for Boon and Abby.
Warnings: Completely self-indulgent OCs.
Notes: Just having a nontraditional Thanksgiving, so I thought I'd write a completely inappropriate Thanksgiving story.
I guess I will give a word of explanation, though I think the 2 people still reading this remember anyway. This is in the future in my AU. Elias has married Abby, and they've had their first child. Who, as it turns out, is a little silver angel.
“Here we are, Daddy!” Elias, who had just appeared in Charles' office, deposited a baby-sized bundle upon his desk. It turned out to be, indeed, a baby, which sat blinking doubtful silvery-lashed eyes at its grandfather.
“MUGGS!” said Charles, grinning fiercely at his lookalike grandson. “You ready to spend the day with your Papa?”
“You sure about this, Unky Sar?” asked Abby, standing by, and looking as skeptical, in her way, as her young son.
“I remember when Boon was this age!” marveled Charles.
“Yeah, but it's been a while,” said Abby.
“Abigail! Muggs and I will be fine! We're buddies! Aren't we, Muggs?” The tiny baby narrowed its silver eyes.
“Muggs,” grumbled Abby. “I wish my stupid mom wouldn't come up with all those dumb nicknames!”
“Why not?” laughed Elias.
“Because they STICK. BOON,” she told him.
“We gotta go, Daddy,” Elias told Charles, slipping an arm around his father. “Liam and Monique are waiting.”
“You kids get going. We'll be fine,” Charles assured him as Elias bent over slightly and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, as Elias was now as tall as Ganesh.
“Stay out of trouble,” Elias warned Muggs, giving his dubious looking baby a smooch as well. “Come on,” he told Abby, slinging an arm around her as they disappeared.
“We're gonna have fun, huh?” Charles asked the child, who did not answer. “So, whaddya wanna do? Baby stuff, huh? Well! We could smoke cigars, or watch a porno. I have Shindler's Fist!” The baby frowned, and, oddly enough, actually appeared to be considering the options.
“LITTLE JACQUE!” came a voice.
“You mean, I believe, Little Phanuel,” corrected a more refined voice, as two of the baby's great-grandfathers, Ogoun Sen Jacque, and Phanuel the Grey, had just appeared in the vast office.
“They're both technically incorrect,” Charles informed him. “As well as incorrect. He hasn't been Named yet.”
“Where are the parents?” inquired Phanuel as Jacque hefted the infant.
“They're off doing stuff,” said Charles. “I'm babysitting. But, it's been a while since I hadda come up with baby type activities.”
Jacque and Phanuel exchanged an excited glance. “POKER PARTY!” they chanted.
“That sounds like a possibility,” mused Charles. “Whaddya think, Muggs?”
“Boke?” inquired the child.
“Ah, he's for it!” insisted Jacque.
“Did someone say POKER PARTY?” Nathan Explosion's raven hair was streaked with grey, but his voice had not lost it's magnificent timbre. Nor had he lost his uncanny sense of nearby gambling activity.
“Hey, Muggs dood!” said Pickles, who had pattered into the office with Nathan. “Whoa! Dood, he's gaht a glare!”
“He's not glaring! He's just a baby!” scoffed Charles.
“I dunno,” said Pickles, as Muggs regarded him with a laser beam stare.
A table was promptly set up, decks of cards, poker chips, cigars, icnnamon buns, and various sundries were appropriated, and the men were soon engaged in a card game.
“Whaddya think, Muggs?” inquired Charles of the baby situated on his lap. The child appeared to be focusing his concentration on Charles' hand.
“Is that legal?” asked Nathan, cigar clenched between his teeth.
“Why would it not be?” inquired Phanuel, examining first his cards with an exaggerated roll of his grey eyes, and then his lovely glass of an amber liquor with a more benevolent expression.
“He's getting help!” protested Nathan.
“We're teaching the boy a needed skill!” explained Jacque.
The child pointed a chubby finger at a card in Charles' hand. “Think we should discard?” asked Charles, to more insistent bopping with the gooey little finger. “Hmmmm. Well. All rightie.”
The actors picked up cards as Pickles dealt them out. “I am out,” sighed Phanuel.
“Yeh, me too, dood,” said Pickles.
“Fold,” said Jacque.
“Whaddya got?” Nathan asked Charles, who grinned and spread out his cards. “Hey, whoa!”
“Muggs had me draw to an inside straight!” said Charles, greedily scooping up the pile of chips.
“That kid COUNTS CARDS,” grumbled Nathan.
For the first time that night, the child flashed a little baby smile.
“LITTLE SHIVA!” said Ganesh, who had just appeared in the room.
“Bud,” replied the tot as he was lifted from Charles' lap.
“I think he likes the nickname,” Charles told Ganesh.
“I do apologize, young Muggs,” said Ganesh.
“Sorry we're late!” said Elias, who had also just appeared. “Hey, Baap!” he grinned, giving Ganesh a hug.
“You have him playing poker?” asked Abby.
“Your kid CHEATS!” grumbled Nathan.
“He's learning valuable life skills!” said Jacque. “Like smoking cigars!”
“You did not give him a cigar, Jacque?” said Abby, who turned her attention to the video monitor. “Is this PORN?”
“It's, uh, an independent film,” said Charles.
“Yes,” said Ganesh, gazing at the screen. “This unfortunate young lady obviously hasn't enough funds to pay the pizza delivery man.”
“Whoa! Can you even do that?” asked Elias, who was tilting his head for a better look.
“See?” said Charles. “It's educational.”
Abby, who was also momentarily transfixed by what was transpiring onscreen, shook her head and said, “Well, we should probably get him home.” There were immediate moans and groans. “What?” said Abby.
“Just a couple more hours!” asked Nathan. “We're PLAYING!”
“We could keep him overnight!” Charles proposed.
“That is true. We have one of Boonie's old cribs in storage,” noted Ganesh.
“Are you guys sure?” asked Abby.
“What do you wanna do, Muggsie?” asked Elias of the baby nestled in Ganesh's arms. “You wanna come home, or you wanna stay?”
“Bop!” declared the child, waving a chubby arm at Charles.
“Hey, someone's gotta friend!” laughed Elias.
“HEY! We could teach Muggs to play fetch!” said Nathan.
“What, with the yard wolves?” asked Abby.
“I remember! Me and Liam used to play for hours!” said Elias.
“It was silly!” said Abby. “Aw, forget it, I'm obviously outvoted. Come on,” she said, leaning over to kiss her son goodbye. She grabbed Elias' hand. “Between your dad and my mom,” she said, shaking her head. “I need another kid so I can have one of my own!”
“Oh, that's a great idea!” said Elias as the disappeared.
“Is he down?” asked Charles.
“Snug as a bug in a rug,” grinned Ganesh, climbing into bed. “I set up Boonie's old crib, and he dropped right off with just a little lullaby.”
“I used to like it when you sang to Boon,” said Charles, finding the spot on Ganesh's chest where he liked to rest his head.
“I haven't a voice like his mother's, unfortunately, but I think you right tuckered him out.”
“That was great,” agreed Charles.
“Um-hum,” said Ganesh. “Quite nostalgic.”
“I miss having one.”
“What? A baby?” asked Ganesh, suddenly pausing in coming his hand through tangled angel hair.
“Yeah!”
Ganesh frowned. “Weren't you the one who was rather conflicted about having a child in the first place?”
“I changed my mind! Can't I change my mind?”
“Well, of course....”
“And, you're good buddies with the Creator!”
“Sariel?” said Ganesh.
“Yeah?”
“You are actually suggesting we have another child?” asked Ganesh.
“It would be great! Muggs would have someone to play with! Boon always had the twins around.”
“Muggsie seemingly has an entire castle full of playmates. But, granted.”
“And Boon turned out great, right?”
“He is an exceptional young man,” said Ganesh. “But Sariel, you realize we would be revisiting everything, not just having a charming child visit for an afternoon? Staying up all night worrying when he is sick? Staying up all night worrying, when he is a teenager gone out?”
“It wouldn't necessarily be a he! We could have a girl this time! You would like that? Ri-ight?”
Ganesh looked down. Silver eyes now blinked up at him.
“Oh no,” said Ganesh. “Sariel. You know I can't say no to you when you look at me like that.”
“I know,” grinned Charles.
And then some time later, Ganesh had drifted off to sleep. And there he was, in a place he knew so well, and he went a-walking. And the woods smelled sweet, like rich earth and cut grass and buds bursting. And there was a lovely penumbra of magic that surrounded each and every living thing.
And there was a clearing, the breeze cool and clarifying. He heard the water, whooshing over the rocks as it cascaded down the mountainside.
And there was a very small girl, sitting, waiting by the side of some pooling water. And she had dark hair, all in a tangle. And she looked up at him.
With silver eyes.
“It's all right,” he told her. “I am here for you.”
And he put out his hand.
And she took it.
