AB drabble -- Growth Spurt
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mhalachaiTitle: Growth Spurt
Fandom: Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter (master list here)
Characters: Anita, Micah
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fanfic100 Prompt: 049 - Club
abvh100 Challenge: #56 - Childhood (crossposted)
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Laurell K. Hamilton owns all things Anita Blake. Only the story is my own.
Rating: PG
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Micah found my high school yearbooks. As a rule, I don't keep a lot of mementos, but for some reason those gaudy books have survived all of my moves.
He was fascinated with the grainy picture of me in the eighth grade, taken before my growth spurt. I was just a pudgy little squirt, with wild curly hair and a brilliant smile for the camera.
"What was your biggest memory of that year?" Micah asked, catching me and hauling me, squirming the whole time, onto his lap.
"Biology club," I said. "Let me go!"
He tickled me, and I fell back, laughing. "Seriously," he breathed in my ear.
I stopped struggling and stared down at the book. Slowly, the fond smile slid off my face. "That was the year I accidentally raised my dog, Jenny, from the dead after she was hit by a car." I looked down at the girl I had been, wondering at all that had happened, to make me the woman I was today. "When my necromancy started working. When my step-mother started pulling back from me, when my dad didn't know how to react to me anymore."
Micah hugged me, but somehow it wasn't comforting.
Fandom: Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter (master list here)
Characters: Anita, Micah
fanfic100 Prompt: 049 - Clubabvh100 Challenge: #56 - Childhood (crossposted)Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Laurell K. Hamilton owns all things Anita Blake. Only the story is my own.
Rating: PG
Micah found my high school yearbooks. As a rule, I don't keep a lot of mementos, but for some reason those gaudy books have survived all of my moves.
He was fascinated with the grainy picture of me in the eighth grade, taken before my growth spurt. I was just a pudgy little squirt, with wild curly hair and a brilliant smile for the camera.
"What was your biggest memory of that year?" Micah asked, catching me and hauling me, squirming the whole time, onto his lap.
"Biology club," I said. "Let me go!"
He tickled me, and I fell back, laughing. "Seriously," he breathed in my ear.
I stopped struggling and stared down at the book. Slowly, the fond smile slid off my face. "That was the year I accidentally raised my dog, Jenny, from the dead after she was hit by a car." I looked down at the girl I had been, wondering at all that had happened, to make me the woman I was today. "When my necromancy started working. When my step-mother started pulling back from me, when my dad didn't know how to react to me anymore."
Micah hugged me, but somehow it wasn't comforting.
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Date: 2006-04-26 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 10:59 pm (UTC)... it may seem as if I have a very cynical view on Micah here. Huh.
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Date: 2006-04-27 01:23 am (UTC)I thought the dogs name was, 'Jenny'.
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Date: 2006-04-27 02:37 am (UTC)And you're right, thanks :)
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Date: 2006-04-27 01:40 am (UTC)