Pamela Barnes (eyeingmyrack) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-04-14 22:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !completed gdoc, [plot] future kids take 4, ~2017 april, ~25 points, ~~methos (chivalrysstupid), ~~pamela barnes (eyeingmyrack) |
Who: Pamela Barnes, Methos and Kishar
What: Impossible child
When: Friday
Where: Pamela’s
Warnings: None
Status: Closed/completed gdoc
An exasperated Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state, was trying desperately not to find yet another child that called her mom. She was tired, had a headache and was ready to scream. So of course when she went into the living room to maybe collapse on the couch for a few hours there was another little girl playing quietly in the middle of the floor with a doll. Pamela sighed, sat down with her to learn her name and the name of her daddy. Methos got a text message five minutes later.
Get your ass over here. HUGE surprise for you.
***
Normally a text like that from Pamela might be something that ended in a rather fun afternoon but there was just something about the tone of it that didn’t come across like Methos might be going there to have a good time.
It also sounded like if he didn’t show up she might hunt him down and make him regret it so out of curiosity he packed up to go see what the surprise was. It wasn’t that long after the text that he was knocking on her door.
***
The sound of little feet pounded up to the door. The doorknob wiggled, but little hands were having a difficult time getting it to turn. Pamela helped, and pulled the door open to allow the owner of those feet and hands to slam into Methos’ legs with a squealed out “Hi Daddy!”
Pamela smirked with her arms crossed. “Surprise.”
***
Methos staggered slightly when the child slammed into him but he just ended up staring at Pamela in confusion when he was called ‘daddy’. He was immortal, there was no ‘daddy’ available in that fact of life.
“What?” Somewhere there were people laughing at him he was sure. This was just….what??
***
“You better pick her up before she climbs you.” Pamela had learned that lesson with some of the young ones. If you didn’t do what they wanted they’d start using you like a jungle gym.
“Meanwhile, there’s coffee. There’s too many kids running around for anything harder.” One in particular kept trying to sneak drinks of her whisky and his father wasn’t a big help.
***
Methos finally shook off his paralysis as the girl stepped on his foot to get a little higher up to encourage him and he picked her up. “But…” Coffee just was not going to do it right now. “It’s not possible.”
***
“Possible or not it is.” Pamela reached out to catch Methos by an elbow to encourage him to come with her to the kitchen. “By the way, her name is Kishar and she’s five. If you think I could make that name up then you give me a better imagination than I actually have. I don’t even know where that name comes from.”
***
Methos ended up following her feeling somewhat numb because he was getting a close up look at the little girl and she did rather look like him.
“Huh? Oh...um it’s Sumerian. From a few thousand years ago.” Who the hell else would name their daughter a name like that? “The last time this happened I wasn’t part of it...because usually it’s impossible. And how many children? You said there were too many kids running around?”
***
“The blind leading the blind. Literally.” Pamela muttered that under her breath with a chuckle as she led them to the kitchen.
“I stopped counting around five, but there’s more than that.” She poured a sippy cup of milk which got handed to Methos for the girl then went to get the coffee. “That one’s the one that calls you daddy, though.”
***
Methos ended up in a chair at the kitchen table with Kishar in his lap drinking her milk. “This is all a bit...flustering I suppose. I’ve never had…” he broke off because his daughter was looking at him with a smile. Claiming he didn’t have children didn’t seem like a good idea right now. “...she could come stay with me for a while. You sound like you’re a bit full up here and there’s room at the boarding house.”
***
The spirits really liked this little girl, but Pamela could hear how much this meant to Methos. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to take care of her, but she honestly did have her hands full here. “Yeah, sure.”
She put a cup of coffee down in front of Methos before ruffling Kishar’s hair. “What do you think, kiddo? Wanna go stay with your dad for a while?”
***
“Sure. Can we get something to eat on the way?” Kishar loved both her parents but mommy was having ‘one of those days’ where she’d get a little wild looking around the eyes. Usually it was because Daddy was reading too much. “You never have cereal.”
Methos ended up chuckling for the accusation. “Well, you’re right I don’t have cereal so we can stop by the grocery store on the way.” He looked up at Pamela with a smile before reaching for the coffee cup. “Thank you.”
***
It was kind of nice to have someone not in a panic and or falling all over themselves to apologize for adding to the herd of wooples running loose around here. “Apparently, I’m starving everyone here, huh?” Pamela chuckled as she gave the little head another rumple then went to sit down with her own coffee.
“No problem,” she said before she took a sip. “You should have seen me before. I wouldn’t be surprised if I open a closet and find another kid now.”
***
“Do you need me to arrange someone to make some deliveries for you?” The last time around with the future kids and the time when half the town turned into kids Methos had done a lot of the delivering himself. “I can get someone at the store to do it when we stop in to get cereal.”
“I can’t even imagine. I mean we have Reyna and Percy at the boarding house but they’re self sufficient.”
***
“Oh god I might-” Pamela cut off what she had been about to say. There was a lot of self-censoring going on these days. “Be really, really grateful.” She gave Methos a wink over her coffee cup.
“We have Star, and two of mine are teenagers so they’re helping run herd on the bunch, but geez. It’s like the goddamm Partrige family here.
Kishar gasped at her then pseudo whispered to Methos. “Mommy said a bad word.”
***
“Yes, well she does that. So do I unfortunately.” Methos chuckled and tickled Kishar to make her giggle. It had been a long time since he’d been around children but some things just never were forgotten.
“I can make sure you all have what you need. And check back in. But someone and I should go see about the food and then go surprise Uncle MacLeod.” He just never called him Duncan apparently.
***
Okay they were adorable together. Pamela smirked, but kept that thought firmly to herself. She did get up and give Methos a kiss to the cheek. “Thanks.” Then she scooped up Kishar to give her a hug. “Behave or I’ll have the spirits tickle you until you pee your pants.”
The threat made the little girl shriek and wriggle.
***
All the wiggling meant Methos had to defend himself a bit from flailing elbows and kicking feet but he’d rather have that then having to defend against a sword. “And please don’t follow through with that threat while she’s sitting on me.” Methos put Kishar on her feet before standing up himself. “You behave yourself too.” He shook a finger at Pamela with a mock frown.
***
Pamela grinned as she backed away then batted at Methos’ finger. “Yeah right. Get out of here. I have to make sure no one’s setting fire to anyone’s hair.”
***
“Well that’s a cheerful thought.” Methos laughed then held out a hand to his daughter. She slid hers into his with complete trust which said a lot about what her life with him must have been like in her world. “At least at home we only have to make sure that Uncle MacLeod isn’t setting fire to the kitchen.”
***