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Entry tags:
- au,
- craig/david,
- r
Fic: Of Best Friends and Lunchboxes (2/12)
Title: Of Best Friends and Lunchboxes (2/12)
Author: Viktoria Angelique (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
v_angelique)
Pairing: DW/CP
Rating: series up to R; PG this part
Disclaimer: This is very, very untrue, and AU in fact, so even more untrue! Also, I'm borrowing real people including Dave's wife and daughter, but only the names are real, the rest--completely fictional.
Warning: More mild het this chapter.
Chapter Summary: Dave and Kate get a new neighbour.
A/N: Just so you know, chapters start getting longer around number four. For some reason, when I started writing I broke it into very small chapters, basically scenes, and then they grew quite a bit as I went on.
Previous Chapters
“Honey, you will not believe who’s moved in next door to us!” Kate exclaimed as she navigated her car away from the building site, Eliza Jane fast asleep in her car seat in the back.
“What, the Johnson’s old place?” Dave asked, running a towel across his damp forehead.
“Yes, God help us. I went over there today when I saw the moving trucks to bring the new people a cake, or rather new person. He’s a single man.”
“You don’t say?”
“Hush, Dave, let me finish.”
“Sorry.”
“He’s a single man from New Zealand, by the name of Craig Parker. He thanked me for the cake and invited me in for tea…”
“Well that was nice of him.”
“Yes, well, that’s not all. I invited him to come to church with us tomorrow, you know, since he’s new to the neighbourhood and probably hasn’t found a church yet, and he just flat out said no!”
“Is he Anglican?”
“He’s not even Christian! He thanked me but says he doesn’t go to church, and what’s more I saw a little statue of the Buddha in his front room…”
“You know, I think Buddhism isn’t technically a religion, honey. He could be Christian and just believe in Buddhist philosophy…”
“Davey, listen to you, you smart aleck. That’s nonsense! The devil moves in mysterious ways, darling, and I won’t have him catching up with you.”
“He won’t, sweetheart. I’m going to church in the morning same as always. I've just finished doing volunteer work for the church. I was raised Catholic, always have been Catholic.”
“I know, darling, I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t like this influence in the neighbourhood, on our baby girl…”
“Well, plenty of people aren’t Christians, Kate,” Dave reasoned. He admired his wife's upstanding faith, but he'd never realised quite how close-minded she could be sometimes. A little bit like his own mother, sure, but he tried in his own life to be a bit more careful not to judge other people.
“I know that. But it isn’t just that, I think he may also be… well…”
“What? A Martian? A liberal?”
“Gay.”
Dave raised his eyebrows. “What makes you think that?”
“Well, I asked him why he left New Zealand, you know, just being polite. He told me that he’s a writer and a theatre actor, and well, you know how those can be, but besides that, he said that he lived in Auckland and decided he needed a change of pace when his partner left him. His partner!”
“Could have been a female partner.”
“Davey, seriously. You just don’t say it like that with a girlfriend! It’s your girlfriend, or your wife, or your fiancée, but I think the word ‘partner’ clearly implies a same sex relationship. And I just don’t feel comfortable with people like that in our neighbourhood…”
“Kate. It’s not as if he’s trying to convert ‘Liza,” Dave interrupted, barely suppressing an eye roll. He knew homosexuality was an abomination, sure, but it wasn't their business to eradicate it.
“Well you don’t know that, do you? He might have parties! He might bring those people into the neighbourhood, and I don’t want our daughter seeing such things, getting unnatural ideas about how the world works… I think you should talk to him.”
“What??”
“Just go over there, tell him how our neighbourhood is. I’m not asking you to be mean to him; just let him know that it’s a family-oriented community, and we prefer that… you know… deviant activities… be done in the privacy of one’s own home.”
“You’ve got to be kidding. Kate, no. I am not marching into that poor man’s house and…”
“For me, Davey. Please?”
“I… Kate, I can’t do that. I’m sorry. If there’s a problem, we’ll address it as it comes up, but I just don’t believe that being gay is...”
“Wrong? Darling, you’ve read the scriptures.”
“I know, I know I have, and… well I understand that lying with one’s own sex is condemned in the Bible, but doesn’t Jesus also ask us to love our fellow man? I can’t just shun the poor guy.”
“Fine, Davey. Maybe your heart is bigger than mine. But I will not have this man corrupting our neighbourhood.”
Kate stared out the window, arms crossing her chest. Dave knew that it was final. He just wasn’t sure he had it in his heart to obey.
Author: Viktoria Angelique (
v_angelique)Pairing: DW/CP
Rating: series up to R; PG this part
Disclaimer: This is very, very untrue, and AU in fact, so even more untrue! Also, I'm borrowing real people including Dave's wife and daughter, but only the names are real, the rest--completely fictional.
Warning: More mild het this chapter.
Chapter Summary: Dave and Kate get a new neighbour.
A/N: Just so you know, chapters start getting longer around number four. For some reason, when I started writing I broke it into very small chapters, basically scenes, and then they grew quite a bit as I went on.
Previous Chapters
“Honey, you will not believe who’s moved in next door to us!” Kate exclaimed as she navigated her car away from the building site, Eliza Jane fast asleep in her car seat in the back.
“What, the Johnson’s old place?” Dave asked, running a towel across his damp forehead.
“Yes, God help us. I went over there today when I saw the moving trucks to bring the new people a cake, or rather new person. He’s a single man.”
“You don’t say?”
“Hush, Dave, let me finish.”
“Sorry.”
“He’s a single man from New Zealand, by the name of Craig Parker. He thanked me for the cake and invited me in for tea…”
“Well that was nice of him.”
“Yes, well, that’s not all. I invited him to come to church with us tomorrow, you know, since he’s new to the neighbourhood and probably hasn’t found a church yet, and he just flat out said no!”
“Is he Anglican?”
“He’s not even Christian! He thanked me but says he doesn’t go to church, and what’s more I saw a little statue of the Buddha in his front room…”
“You know, I think Buddhism isn’t technically a religion, honey. He could be Christian and just believe in Buddhist philosophy…”
“Davey, listen to you, you smart aleck. That’s nonsense! The devil moves in mysterious ways, darling, and I won’t have him catching up with you.”
“He won’t, sweetheart. I’m going to church in the morning same as always. I've just finished doing volunteer work for the church. I was raised Catholic, always have been Catholic.”
“I know, darling, I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t like this influence in the neighbourhood, on our baby girl…”
“Well, plenty of people aren’t Christians, Kate,” Dave reasoned. He admired his wife's upstanding faith, but he'd never realised quite how close-minded she could be sometimes. A little bit like his own mother, sure, but he tried in his own life to be a bit more careful not to judge other people.
“I know that. But it isn’t just that, I think he may also be… well…”
“What? A Martian? A liberal?”
“Gay.”
Dave raised his eyebrows. “What makes you think that?”
“Well, I asked him why he left New Zealand, you know, just being polite. He told me that he’s a writer and a theatre actor, and well, you know how those can be, but besides that, he said that he lived in Auckland and decided he needed a change of pace when his partner left him. His partner!”
“Could have been a female partner.”
“Davey, seriously. You just don’t say it like that with a girlfriend! It’s your girlfriend, or your wife, or your fiancée, but I think the word ‘partner’ clearly implies a same sex relationship. And I just don’t feel comfortable with people like that in our neighbourhood…”
“Kate. It’s not as if he’s trying to convert ‘Liza,” Dave interrupted, barely suppressing an eye roll. He knew homosexuality was an abomination, sure, but it wasn't their business to eradicate it.
“Well you don’t know that, do you? He might have parties! He might bring those people into the neighbourhood, and I don’t want our daughter seeing such things, getting unnatural ideas about how the world works… I think you should talk to him.”
“What??”
“Just go over there, tell him how our neighbourhood is. I’m not asking you to be mean to him; just let him know that it’s a family-oriented community, and we prefer that… you know… deviant activities… be done in the privacy of one’s own home.”
“You’ve got to be kidding. Kate, no. I am not marching into that poor man’s house and…”
“For me, Davey. Please?”
“I… Kate, I can’t do that. I’m sorry. If there’s a problem, we’ll address it as it comes up, but I just don’t believe that being gay is...”
“Wrong? Darling, you’ve read the scriptures.”
“I know, I know I have, and… well I understand that lying with one’s own sex is condemned in the Bible, but doesn’t Jesus also ask us to love our fellow man? I can’t just shun the poor guy.”
“Fine, Davey. Maybe your heart is bigger than mine. But I will not have this man corrupting our neighbourhood.”
Kate stared out the window, arms crossing her chest. Dave knew that it was final. He just wasn’t sure he had it in his heart to obey.
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