Post by jessica on Jan 10, 2009 6:40:53 GMT -10
Okay, this my first (well actually second) attempt on a longer story. It was originally written in German, but especially after your wonderful comments on the other stories, I wanted to share it with you. I actually had the idea to translate it a while back....and there are still some pages waiting for me, but I thought I could start with it now. I just can't promise daily updates.
This idea came manly out of the blue...it's my way of dealing with the whole "Horatio has a son" thingy which, in my eyes, is the worst thing they had done to the character of Horatio. Not the fact that he actually is a father, but the fact that he never knew and let's face it...missed everything important in his son's life.
So, this story is centered around Horatio of course, but as you know me, I always need a little fluff and drama.
My thanks go to my beta reader Tiffany.
I do hope that you enjoy reading it. Please tell me what you think.
Jess
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Elijah
Chapter 1.1
Horatio couldn’t help but roll his eyes when the front door was shut with a loud bang. His visitor would never need to call out to get his attention, that was for sure. No, his visitor had never been the sort of person to make a so-called quiet entrance. Not 16 years ago. Not now. And Horatio seriously doubted they ever would. But certainly hoped so, for the sake of his door.
“You do know that it is possible to close the door quietly, right?” He welcomed his guest without looking up from the book he was reading. He knew who it was – Elijah. He just wondered what the boy was doing here. It was Friday evening after all, and 15 year old boys normally spent those nights with their friends and not with someone like him – a father.
Unimpressed, Elijah walked into the living room. “Yeah, I know. Hi, Dad,” the blonde grinned and sat down on the sofa across from Horatio.
“And still you won’t change it,” Horatio declared and searched for a bookmark. His son was a rascal, and according to his mother, it came from his father’s side, a fact Horatio refused to see, of course. “To what do I owe the honor of this visit, son?”
Getting comfortable, Elijah crossed his hands behind his head. “Oh, nothing in particular,” he answered casually and looked at his father. “I was just in the area and thought I’d come and see you.” Besides, he was hungry and he had a plan to fulfill. He just didn’t want to blurt it out right now. Elijah loved the verbal exchanges with his dad, and his mom always told him, that they were cast from the same mold, at least when it came to their characters. But even their looks were very similar, especially their eyes, which were glistening artfully.
“You’re looking good, Dad.“
“Alright,” Horatio smiled broadly and put down his book. “What do you want?” He didn’t really need to ask; he knew his teenage son well. “You want to raid the fridge, huh?” Elijah could eat Horatio out of house and home, but Horatio could live with that. The boy needed it, being so athletic. “Have a look in the freezer, there should be a pizza. Or you can heat up the rest of the lasagna.” Seeing the boy’s face light up, Horatio knew he’d been right. “And then you can tell me what you really want,” he winked at him. “And what it will cost me.”
“What makes you think that what I want would cost you anything?” the boy countered and stood up to make his way into the kitchen. “You want to eat something, too?”
“No, thank you. But you can get me a lemonade if you want to,“ Horatio called back. “You want to know how I know it will cost me something? Let me think…when you needed the new baseball bat you told me I was looking good. Same with the new glove.. oh and not to mention when you need money for the movies,” he listed. “Should I go on?”
While pottering around in the kitchen, he kept on talking with him. “Yeah sure. Go on, even though all those things were basic needs,” Elijah answered coolly. Another characteristic he got from his father.
After the lasagna made its way into the microwave, Elijah looked for two glasses and searched for the pitcher. “Gotcha,” he murmured and filled the glasses.
“Basic needs…ah…that’s what you call it?” Horatio teased. “Like your new training jacket? Which already looks worn by the way?” No, this was definitely no fashion. It looked like the moths had already had their fun with it. “If it was decent jeans, but no, everything you buy has holes.” Thank God, he didn’t wear those baggy pants, the things hung everywhere except where they should. Then he would have mounted the barricades.
Elijah’s head appeared in the door crack. “Dad, if I didn’t wear the jacket while I’m training, it wouldn’t be called a training jacket, right? And besides, it looks cool and the girls love it.”
“The girls like it, when your clothes look like Swiss Cheese? Nah,” Horatio shook his head. “I can’t imagine that, Junior.”
“Hmph,” the boy pulled a face when he heard the Junior. “You bet Dad!” With that he walked back into the kitchen.
Grinning about the comment, Horatio put his legs on a small stool, waiting for Elijah to come back with his drink. “In the past, the girls would have sneered at it,” he declared and wondered about the youth nowadays.
With a tray, Elijah appeared and maneuvered carefully to the table. “Oh really? When I think about the clothes you’ve worn…those skin-tight loon pants. Not to mention the hairstyle…,” he grinned charmingly. He had seen pictures of his father in old photo albums from his mother. “…really embarrassing.”
“This was fashionable son and what can I say? Your mom liked it,” he nodded and reached for his glass. “And what do you mean about the hairstyle?” He tilted his head, waiting for an answer, but wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to hear it.
“This was no hairstyle, it was a dead poodle,” Elijah laughed. “All these sideburns.” Piece for piece, the lasagna wandered into his mouth. “Sure you don’t want some?” He was a good boy after all.
“Positive, I already had some. And I’ll ignore the dead poodle remark young man.“ Chiding he lifted his forefinger, before he drank. When he watched his son eating, he asked himself how he made it. He himself had never eaten that much without gaining weight. But his son seemed to be blessed. “So what’s going on?”
Elijah grabbed a napkin and looked at his dad. “Mom threw me out,” he answered lapidary and tried to keep a straight face.
Quickly, Horatio slapped his chest chokingly. “What?” he asked shocked. “What happened?”
This idea came manly out of the blue...it's my way of dealing with the whole "Horatio has a son" thingy which, in my eyes, is the worst thing they had done to the character of Horatio. Not the fact that he actually is a father, but the fact that he never knew and let's face it...missed everything important in his son's life.
So, this story is centered around Horatio of course, but as you know me, I always need a little fluff and drama.
My thanks go to my beta reader Tiffany.
I do hope that you enjoy reading it. Please tell me what you think.
Jess
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elijah
Chapter 1.1
Horatio couldn’t help but roll his eyes when the front door was shut with a loud bang. His visitor would never need to call out to get his attention, that was for sure. No, his visitor had never been the sort of person to make a so-called quiet entrance. Not 16 years ago. Not now. And Horatio seriously doubted they ever would. But certainly hoped so, for the sake of his door.
“You do know that it is possible to close the door quietly, right?” He welcomed his guest without looking up from the book he was reading. He knew who it was – Elijah. He just wondered what the boy was doing here. It was Friday evening after all, and 15 year old boys normally spent those nights with their friends and not with someone like him – a father.
Unimpressed, Elijah walked into the living room. “Yeah, I know. Hi, Dad,” the blonde grinned and sat down on the sofa across from Horatio.
“And still you won’t change it,” Horatio declared and searched for a bookmark. His son was a rascal, and according to his mother, it came from his father’s side, a fact Horatio refused to see, of course. “To what do I owe the honor of this visit, son?”
Getting comfortable, Elijah crossed his hands behind his head. “Oh, nothing in particular,” he answered casually and looked at his father. “I was just in the area and thought I’d come and see you.” Besides, he was hungry and he had a plan to fulfill. He just didn’t want to blurt it out right now. Elijah loved the verbal exchanges with his dad, and his mom always told him, that they were cast from the same mold, at least when it came to their characters. But even their looks were very similar, especially their eyes, which were glistening artfully.
“You’re looking good, Dad.“
“Alright,” Horatio smiled broadly and put down his book. “What do you want?” He didn’t really need to ask; he knew his teenage son well. “You want to raid the fridge, huh?” Elijah could eat Horatio out of house and home, but Horatio could live with that. The boy needed it, being so athletic. “Have a look in the freezer, there should be a pizza. Or you can heat up the rest of the lasagna.” Seeing the boy’s face light up, Horatio knew he’d been right. “And then you can tell me what you really want,” he winked at him. “And what it will cost me.”
“What makes you think that what I want would cost you anything?” the boy countered and stood up to make his way into the kitchen. “You want to eat something, too?”
“No, thank you. But you can get me a lemonade if you want to,“ Horatio called back. “You want to know how I know it will cost me something? Let me think…when you needed the new baseball bat you told me I was looking good. Same with the new glove.. oh and not to mention when you need money for the movies,” he listed. “Should I go on?”
While pottering around in the kitchen, he kept on talking with him. “Yeah sure. Go on, even though all those things were basic needs,” Elijah answered coolly. Another characteristic he got from his father.
After the lasagna made its way into the microwave, Elijah looked for two glasses and searched for the pitcher. “Gotcha,” he murmured and filled the glasses.
“Basic needs…ah…that’s what you call it?” Horatio teased. “Like your new training jacket? Which already looks worn by the way?” No, this was definitely no fashion. It looked like the moths had already had their fun with it. “If it was decent jeans, but no, everything you buy has holes.” Thank God, he didn’t wear those baggy pants, the things hung everywhere except where they should. Then he would have mounted the barricades.
Elijah’s head appeared in the door crack. “Dad, if I didn’t wear the jacket while I’m training, it wouldn’t be called a training jacket, right? And besides, it looks cool and the girls love it.”
“The girls like it, when your clothes look like Swiss Cheese? Nah,” Horatio shook his head. “I can’t imagine that, Junior.”
“Hmph,” the boy pulled a face when he heard the Junior. “You bet Dad!” With that he walked back into the kitchen.
Grinning about the comment, Horatio put his legs on a small stool, waiting for Elijah to come back with his drink. “In the past, the girls would have sneered at it,” he declared and wondered about the youth nowadays.
With a tray, Elijah appeared and maneuvered carefully to the table. “Oh really? When I think about the clothes you’ve worn…those skin-tight loon pants. Not to mention the hairstyle…,” he grinned charmingly. He had seen pictures of his father in old photo albums from his mother. “…really embarrassing.”
“This was fashionable son and what can I say? Your mom liked it,” he nodded and reached for his glass. “And what do you mean about the hairstyle?” He tilted his head, waiting for an answer, but wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to hear it.
“This was no hairstyle, it was a dead poodle,” Elijah laughed. “All these sideburns.” Piece for piece, the lasagna wandered into his mouth. “Sure you don’t want some?” He was a good boy after all.
“Positive, I already had some. And I’ll ignore the dead poodle remark young man.“ Chiding he lifted his forefinger, before he drank. When he watched his son eating, he asked himself how he made it. He himself had never eaten that much without gaining weight. But his son seemed to be blessed. “So what’s going on?”
Elijah grabbed a napkin and looked at his dad. “Mom threw me out,” he answered lapidary and tried to keep a straight face.
Quickly, Horatio slapped his chest chokingly. “What?” he asked shocked. “What happened?”
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