PMD
18th March 2005, 07:28
Title: St. Patrick's Day Fic - "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling"
Author: PMD
e-mail: mary.davidson@sympatico.ca
Rating: PG-13 or FRT - Fan Rated Suitable For Teenagers, P for Profanity
Category: Chlex Married, futurefic, songfic, slight angst, Chloe's POV, Holiday Fic, AU
Spoilers: Anything is fair game in Smallville
Summary: Gabe sings in an Irish Bar.
Disclaimer: To whomever owns Smallville, its characters, St. Patrick's Day, the song lyrics to When Irish Eyes Are Smiling and My Wild Irish Rose, I'm just borrowing them, will give them back, not making any money with their use in this piece or using the song title as the title of the story, so don't sue me.
Archive: BtS, BT2, Electricchlex, MD, SPP, WBFFZ, Malu's site and N.S. Forums, for the time being. If anybody else want's it, all you have to do is ask.
Feedback: Yes I would love feedback.
Author Notes: Happy St. Patrick’s Day, guys and gals. And a special dedication to David and Jay, for their steadfast standing behind me, when it comes to my writing. Enjoy.
St. Patrick’s Day Fic - "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling" - by PMD
Prologue: This day is a celebration for Irish men and women all over the world. For my father, it's not, because of a certain person who used to be in our lives.
~
Bar In Smallville
"When Irish eyes are smiling---"
I could hear that from outside of the bar---my father has a very loud voice when drunk. And can't sing on key, whether drunk or not.
I get my singing voice from my grandmother and grandfather---guess it skipped a generation with him.
"Will you please SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I hear from a nearby table, as I walk into the bar.
"No I won't---I'm Irish and this is St. Patrick’s Day and I'm going to sing, whether you like it or not!"
The patron gets up and I walk quickly towards him.
"Let me take care of your bill, Sir," I state, with a slight smile.
"You can take care of my bill and dance with me, Sweetcheeks!"
"I don't think my husband would care for that."
"Husband? He looks old enough to be your father."
"He is my father---my husband is parking the car."
"Oh---well, okay, you take care of the bill and get your Daddy to stop singing and we'll be all even, Hon."
"Thank you," I sigh out.
I hear the front door opening and soon feel him behind me. "Problem, Sweetheart?"
The man before me stares at the man behind me and then it dawns on him. "I didn't know he was your husband. I apologize for saying what I said, Mrs. Luthor."
Being drunk, he must not have realized who I was. Now---well, it pays to have a husband that wields power at times; even to make a drunk, who could be trouble, sober.
"And that was what?" Lex asks, getting around me and glaring at the man.
"It's okay, Honey. I accept your apology, Sir."
Lex looks at me and I raise an eyebrow. "All right, if you accept it, everything's okay."
That's when it starts again and we cringe to hear:
"When Irish eyes are smiling---"
I look over at my father who's tilting a bit. "Lex!"
He sees him and runs over, catching him just before he drops to the floor.
"Hey, Lexy. Where's my daughter?"
"Over here, Daddy."
"Ah---you haven't dropped her yet---good. I would have to kill you if you hurt her heart, you know."
He smiles at my father. "Yes, I know. And your daughter is definitely a keeper to me."
"Yeah, just like her mother was to me, except she didn't think I was a keeper. You know what she said to me once."
"What, Gabe?" he asks, as he helps him walk over to where I stand.
"Daddy, please, it hurts you when you talk about this."
"Please, I want Lex to know---I'll be fine," he states, sobering up a bit.
Lex and I help him over to a table and we sit. We stare at him for a minute and then he speaks:
"She said I was a dumb Irish bloke and I would never amount to anything. That I would never create anything worth having in this world---even with her help."
Lex places his hand on mine and squeezes it. Then I watch him take it away and place my father's hand over mine.
"Feel that?"
My father nods his head.
"You know what that is?"
"My daughter's hand?"
"Daughter being the operative word. And you know what she is?"
"A human being?"
"Your greatest accomplishment."
"My greatest accomplishment? My greatest accomplishment. You're right, Lex."
While I listen to this exchange, I feel the tears in my eyes and bless the day I met this man and figured out he was the one for me, not Clark.
I take my other hand and place it over Lex's. I smile as he looks at me and he gives me one back.
"Thank you."
"I'm only speaking the truth."
"That's true," I state, before laughing.
"Don't get too full of yourself, Mrs. Luthor."
"With you around, I won't."
I turn my attention to my father. "Are you ready to go, Daddy?"
"I believe I am," he replies, getting up and swaying a bit. "Maybe you better let me stay at the mansion tonight," he adds.
Lex is by his side, quickly. I join them and we start out of the bar. As we leave, my father resides us with another song:
"My wild Irish rose---"
The End.
Author: PMD
e-mail: mary.davidson@sympatico.ca
Rating: PG-13 or FRT - Fan Rated Suitable For Teenagers, P for Profanity
Category: Chlex Married, futurefic, songfic, slight angst, Chloe's POV, Holiday Fic, AU
Spoilers: Anything is fair game in Smallville
Summary: Gabe sings in an Irish Bar.
Disclaimer: To whomever owns Smallville, its characters, St. Patrick's Day, the song lyrics to When Irish Eyes Are Smiling and My Wild Irish Rose, I'm just borrowing them, will give them back, not making any money with their use in this piece or using the song title as the title of the story, so don't sue me.
Archive: BtS, BT2, Electricchlex, MD, SPP, WBFFZ, Malu's site and N.S. Forums, for the time being. If anybody else want's it, all you have to do is ask.
Feedback: Yes I would love feedback.
Author Notes: Happy St. Patrick’s Day, guys and gals. And a special dedication to David and Jay, for their steadfast standing behind me, when it comes to my writing. Enjoy.
St. Patrick’s Day Fic - "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling" - by PMD
Prologue: This day is a celebration for Irish men and women all over the world. For my father, it's not, because of a certain person who used to be in our lives.
~
Bar In Smallville
"When Irish eyes are smiling---"
I could hear that from outside of the bar---my father has a very loud voice when drunk. And can't sing on key, whether drunk or not.
I get my singing voice from my grandmother and grandfather---guess it skipped a generation with him.
"Will you please SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I hear from a nearby table, as I walk into the bar.
"No I won't---I'm Irish and this is St. Patrick’s Day and I'm going to sing, whether you like it or not!"
The patron gets up and I walk quickly towards him.
"Let me take care of your bill, Sir," I state, with a slight smile.
"You can take care of my bill and dance with me, Sweetcheeks!"
"I don't think my husband would care for that."
"Husband? He looks old enough to be your father."
"He is my father---my husband is parking the car."
"Oh---well, okay, you take care of the bill and get your Daddy to stop singing and we'll be all even, Hon."
"Thank you," I sigh out.
I hear the front door opening and soon feel him behind me. "Problem, Sweetheart?"
The man before me stares at the man behind me and then it dawns on him. "I didn't know he was your husband. I apologize for saying what I said, Mrs. Luthor."
Being drunk, he must not have realized who I was. Now---well, it pays to have a husband that wields power at times; even to make a drunk, who could be trouble, sober.
"And that was what?" Lex asks, getting around me and glaring at the man.
"It's okay, Honey. I accept your apology, Sir."
Lex looks at me and I raise an eyebrow. "All right, if you accept it, everything's okay."
That's when it starts again and we cringe to hear:
"When Irish eyes are smiling---"
I look over at my father who's tilting a bit. "Lex!"
He sees him and runs over, catching him just before he drops to the floor.
"Hey, Lexy. Where's my daughter?"
"Over here, Daddy."
"Ah---you haven't dropped her yet---good. I would have to kill you if you hurt her heart, you know."
He smiles at my father. "Yes, I know. And your daughter is definitely a keeper to me."
"Yeah, just like her mother was to me, except she didn't think I was a keeper. You know what she said to me once."
"What, Gabe?" he asks, as he helps him walk over to where I stand.
"Daddy, please, it hurts you when you talk about this."
"Please, I want Lex to know---I'll be fine," he states, sobering up a bit.
Lex and I help him over to a table and we sit. We stare at him for a minute and then he speaks:
"She said I was a dumb Irish bloke and I would never amount to anything. That I would never create anything worth having in this world---even with her help."
Lex places his hand on mine and squeezes it. Then I watch him take it away and place my father's hand over mine.
"Feel that?"
My father nods his head.
"You know what that is?"
"My daughter's hand?"
"Daughter being the operative word. And you know what she is?"
"A human being?"
"Your greatest accomplishment."
"My greatest accomplishment? My greatest accomplishment. You're right, Lex."
While I listen to this exchange, I feel the tears in my eyes and bless the day I met this man and figured out he was the one for me, not Clark.
I take my other hand and place it over Lex's. I smile as he looks at me and he gives me one back.
"Thank you."
"I'm only speaking the truth."
"That's true," I state, before laughing.
"Don't get too full of yourself, Mrs. Luthor."
"With you around, I won't."
I turn my attention to my father. "Are you ready to go, Daddy?"
"I believe I am," he replies, getting up and swaying a bit. "Maybe you better let me stay at the mansion tonight," he adds.
Lex is by his side, quickly. I join them and we start out of the bar. As we leave, my father resides us with another song:
"My wild Irish rose---"
The End.