Fic: Troubled Holidays
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franklin_bashTitle: Troubled Holidays
Author: Griffin Aki Maxwell
Fandom: Franklin & Bash
Pairing: Peter/Jared
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~950
Summery: Peter shows Jared what family is about
Warnings: Spoilers for You Can’t Take It With You
Notes: What? A holiday fic in the middle of July? I just still need more Franklin & Bash. I’m way beyond addicted. Hurry up better writers than me! There needs to be more!
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
The first of what Peter referred to as the ‘Christmas trouble calls’ came the day after he and Jared had gone their separate ways for the holidays. It came in at 4 the first morning. Jared had given him his most promising puppy-dog look, begging him to let him stay home. Instead, Peter had just pushed his friend into the waiting taxi and told him to call whenever he needed.
"Wha?"
"Hey."
"Jare? What's wrong?" Peter asked.
"I can't stand my father!"
"It's only a few days Jared. You can handle it."
There was a moment of silence before Jared answered. "I can't. Not this time. I'm leaving in the morning."
"Tomorrow is Christmas," Peter said, as if Jared didn't already know. "What about your big family dinner?"
"Screw it. I'm going home. I'll have Indian with Pindar or something instead."
Peter knew that besides the fact it meant he had to spend time with his father Jared loved the big Christmas dinners. It must have been really bad for Jared to be willing to skip it.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No. I just wanted to talk to you."
"Not even phone sex?"
"No. Thanks for the offer."
Peter frowned. Jared never turned down sex in any form. "Will you be okay with Pindar?"
"I'd rather you be there but I'll take what I can get."
Peter couldn't stand how sad Jared sounded. "How 'bout you come over here? Have dinner with my family."
"Your mom doesn't really like me," Jared pointed out.
"She likes you well enough for you to be here for Christmas. Come on. I know you don't want to spend the holiday alone with Pindar."
"Only if your parents say it's okay."
"We're not in high school anymore."
"It's their house. Humour me here Peter. I'm looking not to piss people off for once."
Peter sighed. "Fine. I'll ask first thing in the morning and call when I get an answer."
"Thanks."
"I'll see you tomorrow Jared."
"Night Peter."
XxxxxxX
The next morning Jared packed his bags and tried to think out how he was going to break the news to his mother. He could have cared less what his father would think of him bailing.
At least that's what he told himself.
"Mom?" he started quietly as they sat eating breakfast. His mother 'hmm'ed in response. "I'm not staying for dinner tonight."
It was his father that spoke first. "Of course you are. Your mother has a lovely dinner planned and the whole family is coming. You don't get to not come."
"Why the last minute change?" his mother asked, ignoring her husband.
"It's too stressful around here since I won that baseball case. Dad won't let it drop."
"I haven't brought up the case once!"
"No, but you've brought up everything I've done wrong since grade school!"
"It's not my fault you're such a disappointment."
"Of course it is! You're the one that raised me. Occassionly."
"STOP!" Both turned to look at Mrs Franklin. "If you don't want to stay you don't have to, dear. You're plenty old enough to make your own decisions."
"Thanks, mom." Jared's phone rang. It was Peter. "I have to take this," he said before getting up and walking to the hall. "'Sup?"
"My mom said it's fine for you to come stay as long as you don't try to help with the cooking again."
"Can't blame her for that one," Jared said remembering the time he almost caught the Bash's kitchen on fire.
"How did your mom take the news?"
"Mom took it fine. Dad flipped though."
"Sorry. Well, get here as soon as you can, okay?"
"I'll be there in an hour."
Xxxxxxx
An hour and a half later Jared showed up on the Bash's doorstep. Mrs Bash came out to greet him.
"What a pleasure to see you again." Jared could tell it wasn't completely earnest but it was nice to hear anyways.
"Thank you, m'am."
"There's not enough room to put you any place except with Peter tonight."
"I'm sure we'll figure something out."
"I'm sure you will. Now come in. Peter is just finishing the cleaning for tonight. He’s in the living room.”
“Thanks Mrs B.”
Jared found Peter (most definitely not cleaning) in the living room.
“Hey, you’re late,” Peter said when he looked up. Then he got a better look at Jared. His eyes were slightly red and puffy. “Have you been crying?”
“What? No, of course not!” Jared insisted.
Peter knew he was lying. He grabbed Jared and pulled him into a tight hug. “What happened?”
“Dad grabbed me before I left, yelled at me about how much of a disappointment I am again. Just got to me. He’s my dad! He’s supposed to be proud of me.”
“You’re right, he is. Your dad’s a dick.”
Jared muttered something into Peter’s shirt that the other man couldn’t make out. He decided it wasn’t important. “Wanna know a secret.” Jared nodded. “I’m proud of you. And you’re as close to family as my mom and dad are.”
“Sayin’ I do have family that’s proud of me?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Peter placed a kiss on Jared’s forehead. “Nobody else matters.”
And Jared knew Peter was right. He was the only family he needed and his opinion would always be more important than his dad’s.
Author: Griffin Aki Maxwell
Fandom: Franklin & Bash
Pairing: Peter/Jared
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~950
Summery: Peter shows Jared what family is about
Warnings: Spoilers for You Can’t Take It With You
Notes: What? A holiday fic in the middle of July? I just still need more Franklin & Bash. I’m way beyond addicted. Hurry up better writers than me! There needs to be more!
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
The first of what Peter referred to as the ‘Christmas trouble calls’ came the day after he and Jared had gone their separate ways for the holidays. It came in at 4 the first morning. Jared had given him his most promising puppy-dog look, begging him to let him stay home. Instead, Peter had just pushed his friend into the waiting taxi and told him to call whenever he needed.
"Wha?"
"Hey."
"Jare? What's wrong?" Peter asked.
"I can't stand my father!"
"It's only a few days Jared. You can handle it."
There was a moment of silence before Jared answered. "I can't. Not this time. I'm leaving in the morning."
"Tomorrow is Christmas," Peter said, as if Jared didn't already know. "What about your big family dinner?"
"Screw it. I'm going home. I'll have Indian with Pindar or something instead."
Peter knew that besides the fact it meant he had to spend time with his father Jared loved the big Christmas dinners. It must have been really bad for Jared to be willing to skip it.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No. I just wanted to talk to you."
"Not even phone sex?"
"No. Thanks for the offer."
Peter frowned. Jared never turned down sex in any form. "Will you be okay with Pindar?"
"I'd rather you be there but I'll take what I can get."
Peter couldn't stand how sad Jared sounded. "How 'bout you come over here? Have dinner with my family."
"Your mom doesn't really like me," Jared pointed out.
"She likes you well enough for you to be here for Christmas. Come on. I know you don't want to spend the holiday alone with Pindar."
"Only if your parents say it's okay."
"We're not in high school anymore."
"It's their house. Humour me here Peter. I'm looking not to piss people off for once."
Peter sighed. "Fine. I'll ask first thing in the morning and call when I get an answer."
"Thanks."
"I'll see you tomorrow Jared."
"Night Peter."
XxxxxxX
The next morning Jared packed his bags and tried to think out how he was going to break the news to his mother. He could have cared less what his father would think of him bailing.
At least that's what he told himself.
"Mom?" he started quietly as they sat eating breakfast. His mother 'hmm'ed in response. "I'm not staying for dinner tonight."
It was his father that spoke first. "Of course you are. Your mother has a lovely dinner planned and the whole family is coming. You don't get to not come."
"Why the last minute change?" his mother asked, ignoring her husband.
"It's too stressful around here since I won that baseball case. Dad won't let it drop."
"I haven't brought up the case once!"
"No, but you've brought up everything I've done wrong since grade school!"
"It's not my fault you're such a disappointment."
"Of course it is! You're the one that raised me. Occassionly."
"STOP!" Both turned to look at Mrs Franklin. "If you don't want to stay you don't have to, dear. You're plenty old enough to make your own decisions."
"Thanks, mom." Jared's phone rang. It was Peter. "I have to take this," he said before getting up and walking to the hall. "'Sup?"
"My mom said it's fine for you to come stay as long as you don't try to help with the cooking again."
"Can't blame her for that one," Jared said remembering the time he almost caught the Bash's kitchen on fire.
"How did your mom take the news?"
"Mom took it fine. Dad flipped though."
"Sorry. Well, get here as soon as you can, okay?"
"I'll be there in an hour."
Xxxxxxx
An hour and a half later Jared showed up on the Bash's doorstep. Mrs Bash came out to greet him.
"What a pleasure to see you again." Jared could tell it wasn't completely earnest but it was nice to hear anyways.
"Thank you, m'am."
"There's not enough room to put you any place except with Peter tonight."
"I'm sure we'll figure something out."
"I'm sure you will. Now come in. Peter is just finishing the cleaning for tonight. He’s in the living room.”
“Thanks Mrs B.”
Jared found Peter (most definitely not cleaning) in the living room.
“Hey, you’re late,” Peter said when he looked up. Then he got a better look at Jared. His eyes were slightly red and puffy. “Have you been crying?”
“What? No, of course not!” Jared insisted.
Peter knew he was lying. He grabbed Jared and pulled him into a tight hug. “What happened?”
“Dad grabbed me before I left, yelled at me about how much of a disappointment I am again. Just got to me. He’s my dad! He’s supposed to be proud of me.”
“You’re right, he is. Your dad’s a dick.”
Jared muttered something into Peter’s shirt that the other man couldn’t make out. He decided it wasn’t important. “Wanna know a secret.” Jared nodded. “I’m proud of you. And you’re as close to family as my mom and dad are.”
“Sayin’ I do have family that’s proud of me?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Peter placed a kiss on Jared’s forehead. “Nobody else matters.”
And Jared knew Peter was right. He was the only family he needed and his opinion would always be more important than his dad’s.
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Date: 2011-07-18 11:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-19 12:08 am (UTC)And thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2011-07-19 01:17 am (UTC)love it!
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Date: 2011-07-19 03:07 am (UTC)If you don't mind me asking, what did Jared mutter into Peter's shirt? I know it's not in the fic because it's not vital to the story, but it's been bugging me a bit :D
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Date: 2011-07-21 07:03 pm (UTC)/kissesfrom Peter :pno subject
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Date: 2011-08-14 01:25 pm (UTC)Also, daddy issues and Jared crying? Oh dear god... [flails]