Hey, Look At This! Secundus Everywhere!
May. 17th, 2012 11:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickMeaning, I've got Chapter 20 up, and I've got a related Drabbles88 for you! You can consider it a hole-filler between it and the upcoming Epilogue:
33. Thunder
Doc looked up from his tinkering as Victor entered the shop. “Ah, there you are! How did--”
He stopped as he saw the expression on his young friend’s face. Victor looked – rather drained. “Victor? Are you all right?” he asked, going around to put a hand on Victor’s shoulder.
“I – I’m better than I was,” Victor said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “I stopped by the church before coming here. I needed to talk to Father Gale.”
“Why? What happened at lunch?” Doc asked, now getting really concerned.
“They disowned me,” Victor said, and although he tried to keep his tone neutral Doc could tell just how hurt Victor was. “I was s-sort of expecting it, but – to actually hear them say it. . . .”
Doc nodded, squeezing Victor’s shoulder. “I know. At least it had to have gone better than my confrontation with my parents.” He laughed, a bit bitterly. “Of course, that isn’t hard, considering what my father did. . . .”
To his shock, Victor shook his head. “I – I don’t think it did. I a-almost would have preferred a gun, in fact,” he said quietly.
“What? Why?!”
Victor looked down at his shoes for a long moment. “They – they said they wanted me fixed,” he whispered finally. “And when I told them no psychiatrist could d-do that, Mother – Mother b-brought up Baron Wulfenbach’s father--”
Doc felt his blood turn to ice. Had Victor’s parents really – oh God. He never thought anyone could be worse than Elias Von Braun, but this. . . “They. Said. What,” he said, his voice quiet but his face turning the color of storm clouds.
“They didn’t really m-mean they’d send me to the old Baron,” Victor said quickly. “Mother b-backpedaled immediately, s-said she only meant him as an example – but still. . . .” His eyes began to tear up. “To s-say they want me f-fixed. . . .”
Doc shoved the anger away in favor of embracing and comforting his young friend. There was a time and a place for his rage, and this wasn’t it. Right now, he needed to be there for Victor, reassure him that there was truly nothing wrong with him.
But if the Van Dorts ever dared show their faces in his shop again – there were going to be Words.
-TD: THEY SAID WHAT?!-
-D: It's like you WANT us to want to murder these versions of the Van Dorts!-
I know! Anyone who's read some of the other fanfic I've written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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charloft knows about this already (and I've probably mentioned it as background to other stuff), but for those of you that don't -- after Victor goes Creative, he finds time to meet with his parents for lunch to talk. It -- doesn't go well, especially after Nell pulls out that "fixed" comment. So basically Victor and his parents are completely estranged in this verse. And can you blame him?
-VDM: *disgusted* Additional info for people not familiar with Girl Genius -- bringing up Klaus Wulfenbach basically means she didn't mind Victor having pieces of his brain cored out in his experiments to find out where the Spark lies. Not that I think the Baron would do that to Victor, who's not dangerous in the least. . .-
Yeah, but still. You really want to give Victor a hug after this one, don't you? The reference to Father Gale is a reference to one of the old Winter Bingo fics, Comfort For The Soul (prompt: hallelujah). And capitalizing the "Words" at the end is something I picked up from some author -- Pratchett? At any rate, I thought it looked appropriately ominous.
-VD2: Oh, there would be WORDS. All capitals.-
Indeed.
So yeah, enjoy all the Secundus-y goodness! I've got some stuff to catch up on. Later!
33. Thunder
Doc looked up from his tinkering as Victor entered the shop. “Ah, there you are! How did--”
He stopped as he saw the expression on his young friend’s face. Victor looked – rather drained. “Victor? Are you all right?” he asked, going around to put a hand on Victor’s shoulder.
“I – I’m better than I was,” Victor said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “I stopped by the church before coming here. I needed to talk to Father Gale.”
“Why? What happened at lunch?” Doc asked, now getting really concerned.
“They disowned me,” Victor said, and although he tried to keep his tone neutral Doc could tell just how hurt Victor was. “I was s-sort of expecting it, but – to actually hear them say it. . . .”
Doc nodded, squeezing Victor’s shoulder. “I know. At least it had to have gone better than my confrontation with my parents.” He laughed, a bit bitterly. “Of course, that isn’t hard, considering what my father did. . . .”
To his shock, Victor shook his head. “I – I don’t think it did. I a-almost would have preferred a gun, in fact,” he said quietly.
“What? Why?!”
Victor looked down at his shoes for a long moment. “They – they said they wanted me fixed,” he whispered finally. “And when I told them no psychiatrist could d-do that, Mother – Mother b-brought up Baron Wulfenbach’s father--”
Doc felt his blood turn to ice. Had Victor’s parents really – oh God. He never thought anyone could be worse than Elias Von Braun, but this. . . “They. Said. What,” he said, his voice quiet but his face turning the color of storm clouds.
“They didn’t really m-mean they’d send me to the old Baron,” Victor said quickly. “Mother b-backpedaled immediately, s-said she only meant him as an example – but still. . . .” His eyes began to tear up. “To s-say they want me f-fixed. . . .”
Doc shoved the anger away in favor of embracing and comforting his young friend. There was a time and a place for his rage, and this wasn’t it. Right now, he needed to be there for Victor, reassure him that there was truly nothing wrong with him.
But if the Van Dorts ever dared show their faces in his shop again – there were going to be Words.
-TD: THEY SAID WHAT?!-
-D: It's like you WANT us to want to murder these versions of the Van Dorts!-
I know! Anyone who's read some of the other fanfic I've written for
8butterflyboy8 at charloft knows about this already (and I've probably mentioned it as background to other stuff), but for those of you that don't -- after Victor goes Creative, he finds time to meet with his parents for lunch to talk. It -- doesn't go well, especially after Nell pulls out that "fixed" comment. So basically Victor and his parents are completely estranged in this verse. And can you blame him?-VDM: *disgusted* Additional info for people not familiar with Girl Genius -- bringing up Klaus Wulfenbach basically means she didn't mind Victor having pieces of his brain cored out in his experiments to find out where the Spark lies. Not that I think the Baron would do that to Victor, who's not dangerous in the least. . .-
Yeah, but still. You really want to give Victor a hug after this one, don't you? The reference to Father Gale is a reference to one of the old Winter Bingo fics, Comfort For The Soul (prompt: hallelujah). And capitalizing the "Words" at the end is something I picked up from some author -- Pratchett? At any rate, I thought it looked appropriately ominous.
-VD2: Oh, there would be WORDS. All capitals.-
Indeed.
So yeah, enjoy all the Secundus-y goodness! I've got some stuff to catch up on. Later!
