Post by greenie on Dec 12, 2009 22:09:54 GMT 10
Title: Catastrophe
Rating: G
Prompt: Trees
Summary: Little Goodwin only wanted to reach the bells.
Notes: I got bored while babysitting, so there's a couple of picture things at the end to go with the fic.
Clary and Tom stared at the large area of destruction. Little Goodwin stared at them, her lower lip wobbling.
“How did you manage to knock over an entire tree?” asked Tom, astonished.
Clary scowled. “I told you not to fiddle with it!”
Little burst into tears. “I didn’t mean to!” she sobbed. “I just wanted to reach the bells.”
She’d spent what seemed like all day the day before fiddling with those bells and giving her mother a headache. Clary had sneakily moved them higher up the tree after her daughter had gone to sleep, but now it looked like it would’ve been better to leave them and put up with the constant noise.
Tom picked Little up and let her bury her face in his shoulder. “Don’t you worry, it’s nothing that can’t be fixed. It’s alright.”
“It’s not alright,” snapped Clary. “I told her yesterday not to touch them again, and now she’s destroyed all our hours of work spent potting that tree and decorating it.” Her attention turned back to her crying daughter. “Stop that crying, it’s not going to fix anything.” This only resulted in Little’s wails becoming louder. Clary swore. “And now I’ve got a sarden headache before watch for the second day in a row because of her, and I should’ve left several minutes ago.”
“Don’t worry love, I’ve got everything under control,” Tom reassured her. Clary looked from the crying child in his arms to the toppled tree and the soil and decorations scattered across the floor, and snorted. “You give Mama her goodbye kiss before she goes,” prompted Tom.
Little’s tears stopped momentarily. “No.” She sniffed. “Mama’s mean,” she said, and resumed her crying.
“Mean?” Clary scowled. “Maybe I didn’t want a kiss anyway,” she snapped, and she walked out the door, letting it slam behind her.
Little howled even more loudly. Tom sat in a chair, settled her on his knee, and pulled out his handkerchief to dry her eyes with. “It’s alright,” he told her as she calmed down. “It shouldn’t be too hard to fix it all up.”
“But Mama doesn’t love me anymore,” said Little, and she burst into tears all over again.
“Of course Mama loves you,” he told her. “Mama’s just sad because the pretty tree fell over and grumpy because she likes to have everything exactly how she wants it.”
“I didn’t want the tree to fall over either,” Little said. “It just happened.”
Tom hid a smile. “We’ll make sure we put the bells down low this time. How about we fix the tree right now, so it looks all pretty again and makes Mama happy when she gets home?”
Little Goodwin nodded, wiped her eyes on her sleeve, and then scrambled off her da’s knee so they could fix the tree.
Rating: G
Prompt: Trees
Summary: Little Goodwin only wanted to reach the bells.
Notes: I got bored while babysitting, so there's a couple of picture things at the end to go with the fic.
Clary and Tom stared at the large area of destruction. Little Goodwin stared at them, her lower lip wobbling.
“How did you manage to knock over an entire tree?” asked Tom, astonished.
Clary scowled. “I told you not to fiddle with it!”
Little burst into tears. “I didn’t mean to!” she sobbed. “I just wanted to reach the bells.”
She’d spent what seemed like all day the day before fiddling with those bells and giving her mother a headache. Clary had sneakily moved them higher up the tree after her daughter had gone to sleep, but now it looked like it would’ve been better to leave them and put up with the constant noise.
Tom picked Little up and let her bury her face in his shoulder. “Don’t you worry, it’s nothing that can’t be fixed. It’s alright.”
“It’s not alright,” snapped Clary. “I told her yesterday not to touch them again, and now she’s destroyed all our hours of work spent potting that tree and decorating it.” Her attention turned back to her crying daughter. “Stop that crying, it’s not going to fix anything.” This only resulted in Little’s wails becoming louder. Clary swore. “And now I’ve got a sarden headache before watch for the second day in a row because of her, and I should’ve left several minutes ago.”
“Don’t worry love, I’ve got everything under control,” Tom reassured her. Clary looked from the crying child in his arms to the toppled tree and the soil and decorations scattered across the floor, and snorted. “You give Mama her goodbye kiss before she goes,” prompted Tom.
Little’s tears stopped momentarily. “No.” She sniffed. “Mama’s mean,” she said, and resumed her crying.
“Mean?” Clary scowled. “Maybe I didn’t want a kiss anyway,” she snapped, and she walked out the door, letting it slam behind her.
Little howled even more loudly. Tom sat in a chair, settled her on his knee, and pulled out his handkerchief to dry her eyes with. “It’s alright,” he told her as she calmed down. “It shouldn’t be too hard to fix it all up.”
“But Mama doesn’t love me anymore,” said Little, and she burst into tears all over again.
“Of course Mama loves you,” he told her. “Mama’s just sad because the pretty tree fell over and grumpy because she likes to have everything exactly how she wants it.”
“I didn’t want the tree to fall over either,” Little said. “It just happened.”
Tom hid a smile. “We’ll make sure we put the bells down low this time. How about we fix the tree right now, so it looks all pretty again and makes Mama happy when she gets home?”
Little Goodwin nodded, wiped her eyes on her sleeve, and then scrambled off her da’s knee so they could fix the tree.