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iesikaTitle: Dream of Things That Never Were
Pairing: Tim/Steph
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kirax2 asked me why no one writes the fic where Steph kept the baby. This is not that fic; it's an answer to that question.
Rated: Angst (PGish)
Words: 450
You've heard Dick and Alfred talking; you know they think you're in denial. The very idea makes you want to laugh, because, really, if they think the best your imagination can come up with is *Bruce* being alive somewhere, they obviously don't think much of your creative powers.
When you dream, if it's not a nightmare, there's a little house on a hill in Bristol with a view of the Sprang Bridge and a swingset in the back. Steph has taught herself to cook, and mostly she doesn't burn things anymore, but every now and then she feels ambitious and when you get home, there's pizza on the counter and smoke lingering around the light fixtures. You put the baby to bed while she takes a bath, and when she joins you in your big bed, her skin is still warm and wet and pink.
Dick likes to play the affectionate uncle, and whenever he comes over for dinner he leaves something expensive made of brightly colored plastic or fuzzy plush behind. Steph thinks his jokes are horrible, but they manage to surprise a laugh out of her every time. When she laughs, the baby laughs, too.
Kon comes over on Saturday afternoons to watch...something. A new show you both like, to take the place of Wendy. Sometimes Bart comes too, and you sit back and watch the baby crawl all over them. The baby should be older by now. Should have a name. A gender. You can't bring yourself to make something up arbitrarily, though, even in your sleep, and so the baby is just The Baby, the way it's always been.
On Tuesdays, you have dinner with your parents. You eat out instead of in, because your mother has never bothered with the cooking thing. Except, sometimes, when Alfred has his way, the whole family gets together at the manor, and the food is so delicious that when you get home, all you want to do is sleep off your full stomach. Steph has had a few glasses of wine and wants to do other things entirely, since you have the house to yourselves and the baby is at her mother's. You pretend to put up more of a struggle than you actually do, and she lets you think that she believes you.
You fall asleep, wrapped in each other's arms, her head pillowed on your shoulder and her hair soft and slightly ticklish against your cheek.
When you wake up, you're the only one in the bed, and your whole body aches from the punishment you put it through the night before. You get up, brush your teeth, and get back to the business of reality. When you're awake, you don't even think about the dreams.
Much.
Big thanks tokirax2 for the inspiration and the beta.
Pairing: Tim/Steph
Summary:
kirax2 asked me why no one writes the fic where Steph kept the baby. This is not that fic; it's an answer to that question.Rated: Angst (PGish)
Words: 450
You've heard Dick and Alfred talking; you know they think you're in denial. The very idea makes you want to laugh, because, really, if they think the best your imagination can come up with is *Bruce* being alive somewhere, they obviously don't think much of your creative powers.
When you dream, if it's not a nightmare, there's a little house on a hill in Bristol with a view of the Sprang Bridge and a swingset in the back. Steph has taught herself to cook, and mostly she doesn't burn things anymore, but every now and then she feels ambitious and when you get home, there's pizza on the counter and smoke lingering around the light fixtures. You put the baby to bed while she takes a bath, and when she joins you in your big bed, her skin is still warm and wet and pink.
Dick likes to play the affectionate uncle, and whenever he comes over for dinner he leaves something expensive made of brightly colored plastic or fuzzy plush behind. Steph thinks his jokes are horrible, but they manage to surprise a laugh out of her every time. When she laughs, the baby laughs, too.
Kon comes over on Saturday afternoons to watch...something. A new show you both like, to take the place of Wendy. Sometimes Bart comes too, and you sit back and watch the baby crawl all over them. The baby should be older by now. Should have a name. A gender. You can't bring yourself to make something up arbitrarily, though, even in your sleep, and so the baby is just The Baby, the way it's always been.
On Tuesdays, you have dinner with your parents. You eat out instead of in, because your mother has never bothered with the cooking thing. Except, sometimes, when Alfred has his way, the whole family gets together at the manor, and the food is so delicious that when you get home, all you want to do is sleep off your full stomach. Steph has had a few glasses of wine and wants to do other things entirely, since you have the house to yourselves and the baby is at her mother's. You pretend to put up more of a struggle than you actually do, and she lets you think that she believes you.
You fall asleep, wrapped in each other's arms, her head pillowed on your shoulder and her hair soft and slightly ticklish against your cheek.
When you wake up, you're the only one in the bed, and your whole body aches from the punishment you put it through the night before. You get up, brush your teeth, and get back to the business of reality. When you're awake, you don't even think about the dreams.
Much.
Big thanks to
kirax2 for the inspiration and the beta.
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Date: 2010-04-20 01:21 am (UTC)Oh my god. This makes me ache so much, wow. Thank you? Heh.
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Date: 2010-04-20 01:36 am (UTC)*goes hunting for kleenex*
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Date: 2010-04-20 03:31 am (UTC)Oh Timmy baby <3
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Date: 2010-04-20 04:10 am (UTC)Big Mama Hugs&Holds for {{{Tim}}} {{{Steph}}} & {{{the baby they would have loved to pieces}}}
Thank you for sharing Baby
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Date: 2010-04-20 12:32 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2010-04-22 11:20 pm (UTC)Wonderful twisting of emotions. (And the prompt is a really interesting one...I wonder why there aren't fics of Steph keeping the baby...)