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storypaint) wrote2008-09-04 10:49 am
storypaint) wrote2008-09-04 10:49 am
Dating (Random/Ford)
Title: Dating
Author: rhap_chan
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fandomsecrets meme
Fandom: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Pairing: Random/Ford
Request: Random/Ford. They have so much in common, after all.
Rating: G
Word Count: 295
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is the property of Douglas Adams's heirs. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: When Random first told her father that she was dating Ford Prefect, first he taught her some new English swear words even Ford hadn't taught her about, and then he grounded her for a month.
When Random first told her father that she was dating Ford Prefect, first he taught her some new English swear words even Ford hadn't taught her about, and then he grounded her for a month.
Of course, since Random was about thirty-five at this point, it didn't do much good, but she did worry about him when he turned that shade of purple. And though all fathers believe that their daughter's dates aren't good enough for them, Arthur really seemed to take that concept to heart.
"But what could you possibly have in common?" he sputtered after he ran out of bad words to call Ford, inventing a few as necessary. Ford Prefect might have been his best friend, the man who saved his life several times (though only once on purpose and the rest through example), but Arthur simply couldn't approve of him dating his daughter. There was something very, very off about it, and he was beginning to see little spots behind his eyes again when Random answered.
"Oh, plenty, Father. Both children of planets we never knew with parents the only survivors thereof, both a great disappointment to said parents... both journalists..."
"I knew I shouldn't have let you get a job with the Guide," Arthur mumbled. Random sighed. She patted her father's cheek, noting the odd scruff of it. The older Arthur got, the rougher he became. It was sort of like he was being slowly sandpapered down to nothing by an uncaring god. The thought was upsetting-- Random still thought of time as more of an inconvenience than something necessary-- so she hugged him as well.
"I'm happy, Daddy," she said. "Shouldn't that matter?"
Arthur sighed. "I'm your father," he said. "It really doesn't."
Author: rhap_chan
Comm:
fandomsecrets memeFandom: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Pairing: Random/Ford
Request: Random/Ford. They have so much in common, after all.
Rating: G
Word Count: 295
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is the property of Douglas Adams's heirs. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: When Random first told her father that she was dating Ford Prefect, first he taught her some new English swear words even Ford hadn't taught her about, and then he grounded her for a month.
When Random first told her father that she was dating Ford Prefect, first he taught her some new English swear words even Ford hadn't taught her about, and then he grounded her for a month.
Of course, since Random was about thirty-five at this point, it didn't do much good, but she did worry about him when he turned that shade of purple. And though all fathers believe that their daughter's dates aren't good enough for them, Arthur really seemed to take that concept to heart.
"But what could you possibly have in common?" he sputtered after he ran out of bad words to call Ford, inventing a few as necessary. Ford Prefect might have been his best friend, the man who saved his life several times (though only once on purpose and the rest through example), but Arthur simply couldn't approve of him dating his daughter. There was something very, very off about it, and he was beginning to see little spots behind his eyes again when Random answered.
"Oh, plenty, Father. Both children of planets we never knew with parents the only survivors thereof, both a great disappointment to said parents... both journalists..."
"I knew I shouldn't have let you get a job with the Guide," Arthur mumbled. Random sighed. She patted her father's cheek, noting the odd scruff of it. The older Arthur got, the rougher he became. It was sort of like he was being slowly sandpapered down to nothing by an uncaring god. The thought was upsetting-- Random still thought of time as more of an inconvenience than something necessary-- so she hugged him as well.
"I'm happy, Daddy," she said. "Shouldn't that matter?"
Arthur sighed. "I'm your father," he said. "It really doesn't."