Why Me? (Code Red Original Fiction)
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Why Me?
Fandom: Code Red Original Fiction
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 320
Summary: Ali is having a rough day wondering why all the bad stuff happens to her.
Author’s Note: Written for day 4 of the comment fic challenge at 1_million_words. The prompt was ‘why me’.
It was her policy to never feel sorry for herself however, sometimes, she couldn’t help it.
Husband number one turned out to be a domestic terrorist.
Husband number two ended up being an emotional assassin.
Her sometime lover dealt arms on the side and was wanted by Homeland Security for many, many reasons.
Occasionally, Ali wondered why she bothered to even try. Blake had given her two good things – the children she was raising, despite one not being hers – but that was about it. Timothé hadn’t given her anything but Paulo.
And Paulo, well, he shouldn’t be giving her anything. Especially since the last time she checked, he had been banned from entering the US. Not that that had ever stopped him but…
“Cén fáth,” she muttered. “Why me,” she repeated in English when Rory gave her a crazy look. “And stop giving me those eyes, kid,” she said, hating how much he looked like his father, hating herself so much more for wishing he hadn’t been such a douche in the end.
It was probably for the best that she didn’t have time to dwell on all the crap she’d had thrown at her over the years. Otherwise, she might never dig herself out of that hole. But for now, she had kids to care for, feed, and raise into better human beings than the ones she’d known in the past.
“Okay, you two nuts, time for bed,” she said, lifting Rayna off the floor and carrying her towards the bedroom.
With a groan, Rory took his toy truck and put it with the others, not wanting to end the day quite yet. Ali laughed, he was so much like his dad sometimes. Thankfully, he was too young to exhibit any of Blake’s bad traits. And if she had her way, he’d never have a chance to adopt any of them.
But that was a task for another time.
Fandom: Code Red Original Fiction
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 320
Summary: Ali is having a rough day wondering why all the bad stuff happens to her.
Author’s Note: Written for day 4 of the comment fic challenge at 1_million_words. The prompt was ‘why me’.
It was her policy to never feel sorry for herself however, sometimes, she couldn’t help it.
Husband number one turned out to be a domestic terrorist.
Husband number two ended up being an emotional assassin.
Her sometime lover dealt arms on the side and was wanted by Homeland Security for many, many reasons.
Occasionally, Ali wondered why she bothered to even try. Blake had given her two good things – the children she was raising, despite one not being hers – but that was about it. Timothé hadn’t given her anything but Paulo.
And Paulo, well, he shouldn’t be giving her anything. Especially since the last time she checked, he had been banned from entering the US. Not that that had ever stopped him but…
“Cén fáth,” she muttered. “Why me,” she repeated in English when Rory gave her a crazy look. “And stop giving me those eyes, kid,” she said, hating how much he looked like his father, hating herself so much more for wishing he hadn’t been such a douche in the end.
It was probably for the best that she didn’t have time to dwell on all the crap she’d had thrown at her over the years. Otherwise, she might never dig herself out of that hole. But for now, she had kids to care for, feed, and raise into better human beings than the ones she’d known in the past.
“Okay, you two nuts, time for bed,” she said, lifting Rayna off the floor and carrying her towards the bedroom.
With a groan, Rory took his toy truck and put it with the others, not wanting to end the day quite yet. Ali laughed, he was so much like his dad sometimes. Thankfully, he was too young to exhibit any of Blake’s bad traits. And if she had her way, he’d never have a chance to adopt any of them.
But that was a task for another time.
