Nah, it's not your fault. Alex squared is really a teeny tiny fandom of one. onlyjustwhisper made me do it!
I went with "moments before A.J. universe-jumps" because fuck it, rules are for losers.
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Two's a terrible age, so they keep telling her. Alex doesn't find much comfort in that, since the fact that two is universally acknowledged as a terrible age doesn't make it any less terrible.
"I want play," A.J. says, the third time in five minutes.
"I want to study," Alex says, "and since I'm your mother, you have to listen to me. So I'm going to study, and you can go ... harrass Casey or something."
"I WANT PLAY."
"I said no."
A.J. hurls herself onto the floor and proceeds to scream with such violence that Kressler from downstairs starts yelling at them to shut the fuck up.
Fin will murder both of them if Kressler calls the cops, and Kressler will call the cops if A.J. keeps this up, so Alex tells her, "Okay, fine. Let's play hide and seek."
The noise stops. A.J. sits up and, rubbing her nose with her palm, says, "Hide and seek? I like hide and seek."
"Good. You can hide, and I'll come look for you." A.J. loves to hide. She isn't particularly brilliant at it though, always choosing the front closet where Munch keeps the tiny packs of sugar and creamer he's hoarded from coffee shops in preparation for an apocalypse.
A.J. considers this for a moment, then breaks into a grin. "O-tay! I hide now." She scrambles upright and scuttles out the door, and Alex is momentarily pleased at having outwitted a two-year-old.
Once A.J. is gone, Alex turns back to her books. She only has fifteen minutes before her daughter will start calling for her again. Half an hour, maybe, if she's lucky.
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Date: 2009-06-01 12:03 pm (UTC)I went with "moments before A.J. universe-jumps" because fuck it, rules are for losers.
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Two's a terrible age, so they keep telling her. Alex doesn't find much comfort in that, since the fact that two is universally acknowledged as a terrible age doesn't make it any less terrible.
"I want play," A.J. says, the third time in five minutes.
"I want to study," Alex says, "and since I'm your mother, you have to listen to me. So I'm going to study, and you can go ... harrass Casey or something."
"I WANT PLAY."
"I said no."
A.J. hurls herself onto the floor and proceeds to scream with such violence that Kressler from downstairs starts yelling at them to shut the fuck up.
Fin will murder both of them if Kressler calls the cops, and Kressler will call the cops if A.J. keeps this up, so Alex tells her, "Okay, fine. Let's play hide and seek."
The noise stops. A.J. sits up and, rubbing her nose with her palm, says, "Hide and seek? I like hide and seek."
"Good. You can hide, and I'll come look for you." A.J. loves to hide. She isn't particularly brilliant at it though, always choosing the front closet where Munch keeps the tiny packs of sugar and creamer he's hoarded from coffee shops in preparation for an apocalypse.
A.J. considers this for a moment, then breaks into a grin. "O-tay! I hide now." She scrambles upright and scuttles out the door, and Alex is momentarily pleased at having outwitted a two-year-old.
Once A.J. is gone, Alex turns back to her books. She only has fifteen minutes before her daughter will start calling for her again. Half an hour, maybe, if she's lucky.