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Child's Play by lil_1337 (Rating: PG-13)
Fandom: DONALD STRACHEY MYSTERIES
Pairing: Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan
Length: 2,650 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lil_1337
Author's website: None, but a list of fanfic tags can be found on the left column of Lil's journal.
Why this fic must be read: You need to read this because it's what good bookverse fic is all about. Donald and Timothy are in a mature, settled relationship but what they have together is anything but staid and boring — especially when little Erica comes for a visit. This story is fun, insightful and it reads like Richard Stevenson wrote it himself.
lil_1337 wrote this for the ninth edition of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
smallfandomfest.
SPOILER INFO: At the end of the book "Chain of Fools," Timothy is asked to be a sperm donor for a lesbian couple. The women have a daughter together, and here we see Timothy and Donald getting their chance to be the dads.
The excerpt
It wasn’t my idea to have Erica spend the weekend with us. It’s not that I have anything against her; in truth I enjoy my role as father figure once removed. It’s just that my job is usually a lot less hands on. I cast the deciding vote between which bits of frilly fluff Timmy should buy, listen to him talk endlessly about all the new and amazing things she has learned and strike the right balance between supportive and reluctant when he leaves town to spend the weekend with her. I go when I can, but I limit my involvement because she’s his and that is how it should be. Besides, I can only take so much of listening to him and Dale snipe at each other about which baby food brand is the best and why disposable diapers are harmful to Erica and the environment.
The weekends he’s gone I can lounge around the house in my underwear, watch sports and eat all the crap I used to before we became a healthy household. Despite what Timmy might think the occasional thick steak with deliciously greasy fries or an omelet with extra bacon is not going to kill me. When we were younger I would have spend the time bed hopping, but these days I only cheat with the menu at the diner down the street. It’s cheaper and Timmy is more forgiving of my dietary transgressions, his words not mine, than my carnal ones.
I knew something was up when I walked into the house on Crow Street to find dinner on the table waiting for me. That it was past eight o’clock on a weeknight was my first clue. The second was flash fried pork chops covered in creamy mushroom gravy that was thick enough to spread. Next to them was a mound of mashed potatoes with not a damn vegetable in sight. Timmy joined me at the table and watched with a combination of amusement and disgust as I happily indulged in my second favorite sin, gluttony. He said nothing as I ate, just sipped at the glass of wine in his hand until I pushed the plate away and looked at him expectantly.
One thing I will give Timmy is while he might stoop to bribery he’s not one to beat around the bush. “Dale’s mother is in the hospital so she and Janet are flying to Chicago for a visit. Since Erica is too young to be allowed on the unit she is going to be staying with us. They’ll drop her off early Saturday morning and pick her late on Sunday.” He punctuated his sentence by swallowing the last of his wine, then sat looking at me.
Quite a few things went through my head, all of which I dismissed. “Okay.” I stood and took my plate to the sink, stopping to scrape what little remained on it into the garbage can along the way.
“I must admit that was much easier than I anticipated. I was prepared to seduce you to win you over to my side.”
“How the mighty have fallen.”
“More than you know. It is going to take weeks to work the smell of grease out of my nasal cavities.”
“If you go through with the seduction idea then you’ll have something else to smell instead.”
He smiled a little, just a quirk of his lips though his words were a solid deadpan. “If I must.”
“You must. Just lie there and think of Queen and country.”
“Queen, my dear Don, is as far from country as you can get.”
With that astute musical commentary I let him take me to bed and have his wicked way with me.
Child's Play
Pairing: Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan
Length: 2,650 words
Author on LJ:
lil_1337Author's website: None, but a list of fanfic tags can be found on the left column of Lil's journal.
Why this fic must be read: You need to read this because it's what good bookverse fic is all about. Donald and Timothy are in a mature, settled relationship but what they have together is anything but staid and boring — especially when little Erica comes for a visit. This story is fun, insightful and it reads like Richard Stevenson wrote it himself.
lil_1337 wrote this for the ninth edition of smallfandomfest.SPOILER INFO: At the end of the book "Chain of Fools," Timothy is asked to be a sperm donor for a lesbian couple. The women have a daughter together, and here we see Timothy and Donald getting their chance to be the dads.
The excerpt
It wasn’t my idea to have Erica spend the weekend with us. It’s not that I have anything against her; in truth I enjoy my role as father figure once removed. It’s just that my job is usually a lot less hands on. I cast the deciding vote between which bits of frilly fluff Timmy should buy, listen to him talk endlessly about all the new and amazing things she has learned and strike the right balance between supportive and reluctant when he leaves town to spend the weekend with her. I go when I can, but I limit my involvement because she’s his and that is how it should be. Besides, I can only take so much of listening to him and Dale snipe at each other about which baby food brand is the best and why disposable diapers are harmful to Erica and the environment.
The weekends he’s gone I can lounge around the house in my underwear, watch sports and eat all the crap I used to before we became a healthy household. Despite what Timmy might think the occasional thick steak with deliciously greasy fries or an omelet with extra bacon is not going to kill me. When we were younger I would have spend the time bed hopping, but these days I only cheat with the menu at the diner down the street. It’s cheaper and Timmy is more forgiving of my dietary transgressions, his words not mine, than my carnal ones.
I knew something was up when I walked into the house on Crow Street to find dinner on the table waiting for me. That it was past eight o’clock on a weeknight was my first clue. The second was flash fried pork chops covered in creamy mushroom gravy that was thick enough to spread. Next to them was a mound of mashed potatoes with not a damn vegetable in sight. Timmy joined me at the table and watched with a combination of amusement and disgust as I happily indulged in my second favorite sin, gluttony. He said nothing as I ate, just sipped at the glass of wine in his hand until I pushed the plate away and looked at him expectantly.
One thing I will give Timmy is while he might stoop to bribery he’s not one to beat around the bush. “Dale’s mother is in the hospital so she and Janet are flying to Chicago for a visit. Since Erica is too young to be allowed on the unit she is going to be staying with us. They’ll drop her off early Saturday morning and pick her late on Sunday.” He punctuated his sentence by swallowing the last of his wine, then sat looking at me.
Quite a few things went through my head, all of which I dismissed. “Okay.” I stood and took my plate to the sink, stopping to scrape what little remained on it into the garbage can along the way.
“I must admit that was much easier than I anticipated. I was prepared to seduce you to win you over to my side.”
“How the mighty have fallen.”
“More than you know. It is going to take weeks to work the smell of grease out of my nasal cavities.”
“If you go through with the seduction idea then you’ll have something else to smell instead.”
He smiled a little, just a quirk of his lips though his words were a solid deadpan. “If I must.”
“You must. Just lie there and think of Queen and country.”
“Queen, my dear Don, is as far from country as you can get.”
With that astute musical commentary I let him take me to bed and have his wicked way with me.
Child's Play