dante mazzetti • jon osterman/dr. manhattan (somethinglethal) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-05-10 14:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | blake meyers, dante mazzetti |
Who: Dante Mazzetti & Blake Meyers
What: Bonding with children!
Where: A small park in Quantico, Virginia, not far from the FBI building.
When: Tuesday afternoon, May 10th, 2011.
Warnings: Errr. Cute, precocious children? So the opposite of that other thread down there...
The move had been hard on Gisella; Dante could see that quite plainly when he picked her up at the airport that morning. The flight attendant escorted her out into the terminal and handed her off with dutiful courtesy, but Dante's eyes never his little girl. She looked more scared than excited to see him, more hesitant than happy. He wasn't surprised. Gisella was too young to really remember the divorce, and even though he and Elisabeth stopped living with each other afterwards, neither parent was ever far from their daughter. The physical distance would be much more real for her than the legal one. Sad fact of life: kids were always hit the hardest in divorce, but Gisella was a good, strong girl. In three years, she'd be making this trip every other month. She wouldn't need the flight attendant anymore. As he held her hand and led her out of the airport, he couldn't help but smile at her proudly for something she hadn't done yet. Thankfully, she smiled back. He could always count on her for that.
Thanks to Jon, Dante was finding it harder and harder to keep the future separate from the present, but at least he was keeping it down to facial expressions now. After that first conversation with his new colleagues, he'd learned the hard way that letting things slip didn't go over so well in any society, let alone a reincarnate one. Agent Bailey seemed constantly half in awe with him, while Agent Meyers was... a puzzle. After a few weeks of the cold shoulder, he was beginning to think that Jon's perception of the future was wrong, and she would never warm up to him. She was close to his predecessor (which was part of the reason they had transferred him, as the chief had told in him private), but even so, most FBI agents were notoriously unreceptive to change. He wasn't expecting a warm welcome in Quantico, so he took the cool one in stride and did his job the only way he knew how: thoroughly.
Not today, though. Today was Gisella's day. She was only here for the rest of the week while her mother was attending a conference in Toronto, and unfortunately, in light of the rise in reincarnate crime today was the only day he could afford to take off from work. Tomorrow he would either have to bring her in, or find a babysitter. He hadn't decided yet, though he knew what he would decide. Oddly, having Jon didn't make choosing between one course or the other any easier; you still had to go through the process of deciding, or else what was the point? For the moment, though, he put those thoughts out of his mind and concentrated on giving Gisella a day she would remember. They spent a few hours at the zoo, and then on their way back to his apartment they came across a park he hadn't realized was there. All it took was one puppy-dog look from his daughter, and he was pulling into the parking lot with a shake of his head. Thirty seconds later, she was leaping out of the the car and racing to the playground, the red balloon from the zoo flying behind her as she clutched it tightly in her hand. All previous insecurities had been forgotten. She was happy now.
"All that energy, and so small a girl." Dante smiled, murmuring to himself. He stuck his hands in his pockets and slowly began to follow her, heading toward a bench near the swings. "Now, how can science ever hope to explain that..."