MP Topic # 6 - Hush-A-Bye Baby
May. 2nd, 2007 02:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reaper2point0The coffee shop was quiet when John walked in and ordered. Settling in a chair in the corner near the bookshelves, he sipped his espresso. After some trial and error, he had discovered that this was the perfect time to come in and have a quiet cup of coffee. Normally the midmorning crowd was a couple of retired postmen, a lady who ran a shop next door that didn’t open until noon, a university professor who lived in John’s building, all of whom he had a nodding acquaintance with, and the odd business type who wandered in from a meeting in the area.
The usual crowd was all present and accounted for by a quick flick of the eyes around the room. He looked up as the door opened and watched as a man, who looked to be in his early thirties, negotiated a stroller through the doorway. After the man had parked the stroller almost directly across the coffee shop from John, he ordered at the counter and took his beverage back to the couch. Checking inside the stroller with a small smile, he sat back and drank his coffee.
John settled in with the morning paper and went back to reading the account of last night Yankees game. Halfway through the gushing piece, he heard a small, disgruntled sound coming from the stroller, followed by a louder more insistent one as the occupant made his or her displeasure about something clear. The man leaned over and fished out the unhappy bundle, making soothing sounds as he checked for the source of the problem. Obviously finding nothing of an immediate nature, he lifted the infant to his shoulder and began to jiggle the blanket wrapped child up and down slightly as he picked up his coffee and drank it one-handed, humming softly between sips and murmuring the child’s name, “Davey”, quietly in his ear.
John felt a sudden dull ache in his chest as he realized this was something he would never experience first hand. He’d always pictured finding a woman to marry and raise kids with someday, but now he didn’t dare put anyone else at risk. The secret contained in his DNA had to die with him, not be passed on for some future scientist to find and make use of. Too many people had died and he had been separated from his twin sister because of chromosome 24 and the destruction it could wreak on humanity. He would never be that man, holding his infant son and soothing his tears.
He stood, tossed his coffee cup in the trash can by the door and walked out into a world where he would never belong and would leave nothing of himself, even when this past caught up to his future.
Muse: John Grimm
Fandom: Doom The Movie
Word Count: 463
The usual crowd was all present and accounted for by a quick flick of the eyes around the room. He looked up as the door opened and watched as a man, who looked to be in his early thirties, negotiated a stroller through the doorway. After the man had parked the stroller almost directly across the coffee shop from John, he ordered at the counter and took his beverage back to the couch. Checking inside the stroller with a small smile, he sat back and drank his coffee.
John settled in with the morning paper and went back to reading the account of last night Yankees game. Halfway through the gushing piece, he heard a small, disgruntled sound coming from the stroller, followed by a louder more insistent one as the occupant made his or her displeasure about something clear. The man leaned over and fished out the unhappy bundle, making soothing sounds as he checked for the source of the problem. Obviously finding nothing of an immediate nature, he lifted the infant to his shoulder and began to jiggle the blanket wrapped child up and down slightly as he picked up his coffee and drank it one-handed, humming softly between sips and murmuring the child’s name, “Davey”, quietly in his ear.
John felt a sudden dull ache in his chest as he realized this was something he would never experience first hand. He’d always pictured finding a woman to marry and raise kids with someday, but now he didn’t dare put anyone else at risk. The secret contained in his DNA had to die with him, not be passed on for some future scientist to find and make use of. Too many people had died and he had been separated from his twin sister because of chromosome 24 and the destruction it could wreak on humanity. He would never be that man, holding his infant son and soothing his tears.
He stood, tossed his coffee cup in the trash can by the door and walked out into a world where he would never belong and would leave nothing of himself, even when this past caught up to his future.
Muse: John Grimm
Fandom: Doom The Movie
Word Count: 463
