ds_flashfiction | The Space Challenge, "It Came From Outer Space" by Claire

Title: It Came From Outer Space
Author: Claire
Rating: PG
Length: 380 words (dialogue).
Pairing: F/K.
Notes: As the cut-tag may suggest, this is kind of kidfic. And this is not my fault. And in about half an hour I'm quite sure I'll have managed to work out just who I can blame instead. :D Thanks to Kat for, uh, checking it over for sense. (Phew, right on the line for timing.)

"Fraser, when I said I wanted kids, this was not exactly what I had in mind, you hear me? I thought this kind of thing only happened in Kansas."

"I don't think either of us could have foreseen this chain of events, Ray."

"That is so not even the point here. I'm just saying-- this is not exactly turning out how we planned."

"I suspect most parents feel that way."

"..."

"Should we try to feed him again?"

"I think it's your turn if we do, that's for sure."

"Now, Ray, that's hardly the attitude to take--"

"Did you see how far he got the mushed carrots last time? Turnbull will be cleaning them out of the ceiling for years. Can't say as I blame him, though, that stuff just looks nasty. Sure we shouldn't try something else? ...not pemmican, Fraser."

"Well, I'm sure it'll come in handy when he's teething."

* * *

"Dief! Get your nose out of there! You don't know where he's been!"

"As a matter of fact, Ray--"

"Okay, you know where he's been, which is double the reason your nose should be someplace else. Besides, there could be-- radiation or, well, something bad!"

"I'm sure Diefenbaker will be fine, Ray."

"I sure as hell wouldn't be licking anywhere near there, is all I'm saying."

"Now, Ray, you were singing an altogether different tune a week ago."

"Fraser! Not in front of the baby!"

* * *

"You know, Fraser, we keep this kid, I got one condition."

"And what would that be, Ray?"

"When he asks where he came from? You get to explain."

"Understood."

* * *

"Fraser. You are not putting fur underpants on him. You know the kid's just going to end up wearing them over his trousers anyway, and that would just be embarrassing."

* * *

"You know, Vecchio should've seen this coming."

"What do you mean, Ray?"

"Well, he leaves his car here for a week for us to look after, he's gotta figure that something's going to happen. It's not as if, historically speaking, you have the best track record with Buicks in this city. He shoulda left it with Frannie."

"Ray, I hardly see how he or I could have anticipated the Riv being struck by a meteorite."

-the end-

Final note: In case it wasn't clear, this was ~~inspired by~~totally the fault of the people who laughed and ENCOURAGED when I was making cracked-out notions over the idea of Clark Kent landing not in Smallville, but in Chicago and how, due to the forces of Narrative, he would of course HAVE to land smack-bang on top of the new Riv. For the record, Superman was also created by a Canadian-American partnership, so I figure he could well be brought up by the same. :D