I hadn't ever really looked around at the photos at the Carpenter house--it sort of makes me ache a bit. But I was waiting for Michael to arrive home, Molly was out with friends, and all of the other kids were at school, or baseball practice, or something wholesome and homey like that.
Despite the truce between Charity and myself, I didn't want to bother her by loitering in the kitchen while she did the prep work for dinner. (I had offered to help, but she'd given me such a look of disbelief that I'd slunk away. I'm not proud.)
So I loitered in the living room and went over the photographs.
Most of them were of the kids--Molly, all of five years old, with pigtails; Daniel, eyes big behind a geeky pair of glasses and a gap between his teeth; Hope, clutching a small stuffed rabbit; little Harry, swathed in hospital baby blankets. Good kids, all of 'em.
A few were of Charity and Michael, beaming. Or smiling. Or just generally being in love.
An older photograph sat behind the others. I plucked it up easily--being tall gives me a different perspective on the world, what can I say--and looked at it more closely.
It felt like a gut punch when the pretty, dark-haired woman finally registered.
I drifted back to the kitchen, stunned, and managed not to fall over anything. I could barely take my eyes off the photograph.
"Charity," I said as I came into the kitchen. My voice was hoarse. She turned to look at me, a frown crossing her face.
I held up the photo. "W--who is this?"
Something in my voice--I don't know what--must have tipped her off. She brushed the flour off her hands and gently took the photograph from me.
"My birth mother," she said. "She gave me up for adoption a few days after I was born. I don't know her name--this was the only thing tucked into the blanket when she left me at the church."
I ran a hand through my hair and dug out my wallet. It's not really the safest place for it, but Murphy had made me a few copies, and I liked to keep one with me when I could.
I pulled out a photo, taken maybe less than ten years after the one she held, and gave it to her.
"My mom and dad," I said. My voice was rough. "Mom died when I was born. And I know she had another son."
Charity took the old photo and stared at it for a long time.
"Well," she said at last, her voice faint. "It's good that you're staying for dinner."
Absolutely lovely idea, and an incredibly ironic one if you consider how Charity treated Harry due to his background and her fear of it. Of course, this would lead to Charity having to explain her magical background to Michael, something she has been avoiding...
I'm sorry, but this made me crack up, even though I knew that wasn't how you meant it: "I ran a hand through my hair and dug out my wallet. It's not really the safest place for it..." His wallet would not be safe in his hair, no...
I'd love to see more of this. How is Michael going to react, and Thomas, and Molly? How will this change Charity and Harry's relationship? *so many thoughts*
They already have met, remember? I believe Charity's first words to Thomas were "You're that vampire who took my husband to a strip club." Awkward much?
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long lost brother/sister
(Anonymous) 2011-02-15 10:42 am (UTC)(link)Whoever it is, up to anon!author. Anon prefers it not to be Murphy, because anon wants to see her reaction when she finds out about it.
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-19 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)I kinda of want it to be Morgan. >.>
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I hadn't ever really looked around at the photos at the Carpenter house--it sort of makes me ache a bit. But I was waiting for Michael to arrive home, Molly was out with friends, and all of the other kids were at school, or baseball practice, or something wholesome and homey like that.
Despite the truce between Charity and myself, I didn't want to bother her by loitering in the kitchen while she did the prep work for dinner. (I had offered to help, but she'd given me such a look of disbelief that I'd slunk away. I'm not proud.)
So I loitered in the living room and went over the photographs.
Most of them were of the kids--Molly, all of five years old, with pigtails; Daniel, eyes big behind a geeky pair of glasses and a gap between his teeth; Hope, clutching a small stuffed rabbit; little Harry, swathed in hospital baby blankets. Good kids, all of 'em.
A few were of Charity and Michael, beaming. Or smiling. Or just generally being in love.
An older photograph sat behind the others. I plucked it up easily--being tall gives me a different perspective on the world, what can I say--and looked at it more closely.
It felt like a gut punch when the pretty, dark-haired woman finally registered.
I drifted back to the kitchen, stunned, and managed not to fall over anything. I could barely take my eyes off the photograph.
"Charity," I said as I came into the kitchen. My voice was hoarse. She turned to look at me, a frown crossing her face.
I held up the photo. "W--who is this?"
Something in my voice--I don't know what--must have tipped her off. She brushed the flour off her hands and gently took the photograph from me.
"My birth mother," she said. "She gave me up for adoption a few days after I was born. I don't know her name--this was the only thing tucked into the blanket when she left me at the church."
I ran a hand through my hair and dug out my wallet. It's not really the safest place for it, but Murphy had made me a few copies, and I liked to keep one with me when I could.
I pulled out a photo, taken maybe less than ten years after the one she held, and gave it to her.
"My mom and dad," I said. My voice was rough. "Mom died when I was born. And I know she had another son."
Charity took the old photo and stared at it for a long time.
"Well," she said at last, her voice faint. "It's good that you're staying for dinner."
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-20 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)I'm sorry, but this made me crack up, even though I knew that wasn't how you meant it: "I ran a hand through my hair and dug out my wallet. It's not really the safest place for it..." His wallet would not be safe in his hair, no...
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*snerk* That's what happens when I don't proof-read before I post on the fly. Glad you got a laugh out of it, though! :D
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-20 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)"Well," she said at last, her voice faint. "It's good that you're staying for dinner."
Oh Charity, you so awesome.
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And yes, yes she is.
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-20 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)I'd love to see more of this. How is Michael going to react, and Thomas, and Molly? How will this change Charity and Harry's relationship? *so many thoughts*
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-20 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: long lost brother/sister, mini-fill
(Anonymous) 2011-02-20 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)*flails* jrklfjsldjlsdffjfvlslkjsdrglkYES
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-04 11:52 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-21 03:25 am (UTC)(link)