More Fly fanfiction!
Title: “Birthdays” Spoilers: The Fly II (1989 remake) Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters or the plot. I’m just borrowing. Summary: A small drabble set after the second movie. Beth/Martin Rating: PG
Beth and Martin were relaxing on the couch in their new apartment. It was a small place they could barely afford but they didn’t care. They were just glad they were given the chance to start over with their lives.
It was a quiet evening, Beth was resting her head in Martin’s lap, and he was stroking her hair rhythmically. The movement made her sleepy. She hadn’t felt so calm for a long time and she welcomed the feeling.
Sometimes she felt so overwhelmed by the events of the previous days that she’d break down and cry for hours, and then there were moments like this one that she knew everything was going to be all right. After all she had to stay strong for Martin. It was harder for him; it has always been, since the day he was born. Beth suddenly realized he’d never told her when his birthday is. She’d like to know. She’d like to throw him a private party for his next birthday. He deserved it.
“Honey?”
“Hmmm?”
“When is your birthday?”
The moment she asked that simple question he stopped caressing her hair and she felt him tense. Beth turned her head to look at him. His expression was hard to read.
“What did I say? Is there something wrong?”
Martin sighed and lowered his eyes. He didn’t answer immediately.
“July thirteenth.
“See, that wasn’t so hard,” she said smiling and gave him a kiss. She noticed he was still tense. “Martin what’s the matter? Should I be worried?”
“No—I don’t know. Do you remember what Stathis Borans said when he saw me?”
Beth shrugged. “He said that you look like your father”
“Yes, well, except that.”
Beth, reluctantly flashbacked to that dreadful day and then it hit her.
“He—he said that you look awfully old for a five year old. I didn’t notice before, but it makes sense, he knew your parents, and he wasn’t old enough unless--So that means you’re---
Martin avoided her eyes “Yes, technically I’m five years old. I was growing faster because of the fly”
“But you are ok now, aren’t you?”
“I’m fine. I’m cured.” Martin’s eyes had darkened and Beth regretted having put him in this position but she had to know.
“I don’t mind,” she finally said.
“You don’t?” He sounded surprised.
“Please! We’ve been through worse.”
And they really had been through so much worse. Evil corporations, crazy scientists, mutations, deaths…