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tamingthemuseTitle: Normal?
Fandom: Original (Miranda)
Prompt: #344 - Murder
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All mine
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: There were days Miranda wondered how she had managed to grow up just fine and remain a fairly normal person. Well, normal... it wasn't exactly the word she would have used to described herself.
There were days Miranda wondered how she had managed to grow up just fine and remain a fairly normal person. Well, normal... it wasn't exactly the word she would have used to described herself but considering her circumstances she thought she was probably as normal as she could be.
She had never known her parents but this fact had never bothered her because Jack and Fred had found her very early on and had somehow ended up raising her. She had tried asking them several times why they hadn't simply sent her to an orphanage. They had had better things to do than raising a baby girl after all. There had been the detective agency to run and they both had had lives and families - at least Fred did - before she had burst in into their lives. So why did they bothered with an orphan girl? Miranda still didn't know the answer. Neither Jack nor Fred would ever provide her with a satisfactory reply. Most of the time now they didn't even try to explain, they would shrug and lazily mutter some inaudible answer. So Miranda had given up trying to find an answer to this question and contented herself with knowing she had been lucky.
She had two fathers, an extending family from Fred's side and an unusual education that had let her grow up as she pleased. She had spent more time in Jack's library and in Fred's laboratory than in school. None of them had minded much and it had seemed to be a good enough education. They did try to send her in school once but she just hadn't fit. It hadn't been easy for her to make friends there. After all, she would only talk of murders and crimes, of investigations and dangerous traps while the other boys and girls hadn't even had a clue of what murder really was yet.
So Jack and Fred had let her stay in their offices. It had suited her just fine and very quickly she had become part of their detective agency. They hadn't dare bring her to the field at first but even then murders and crimes had entered her life through photographs. And ever since it had become the one constant in her life. The detective agency and the cases to solve - mostly murders - had become her anchor to the world and her purpose. She had no idea how people could leave without murder.
She understood that it was bad and that she should never commit it. She had never contemplated the idea of doing it. But at the same time, she didn't want people to stop killing each other. She liked the puzzles they created for Jack, Fred, and her. It was all a game. She never knew the dead people. They had had lives but they were never concrete, they were stories to her to brought her clues to resolve the puzzle of their deaths.
Maybe she wasn't really normal she thought. Murder probably wasn't part of most people's live as it was for her. She shrugged. It didn't matter. Normal was probably very boring anyway.
Fandom: Original (Miranda)
Prompt: #344 - Murder
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All mine
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: There were days Miranda wondered how she had managed to grow up just fine and remain a fairly normal person. Well, normal... it wasn't exactly the word she would have used to described herself.
There were days Miranda wondered how she had managed to grow up just fine and remain a fairly normal person. Well, normal... it wasn't exactly the word she would have used to described herself but considering her circumstances she thought she was probably as normal as she could be.
She had never known her parents but this fact had never bothered her because Jack and Fred had found her very early on and had somehow ended up raising her. She had tried asking them several times why they hadn't simply sent her to an orphanage. They had had better things to do than raising a baby girl after all. There had been the detective agency to run and they both had had lives and families - at least Fred did - before she had burst in into their lives. So why did they bothered with an orphan girl? Miranda still didn't know the answer. Neither Jack nor Fred would ever provide her with a satisfactory reply. Most of the time now they didn't even try to explain, they would shrug and lazily mutter some inaudible answer. So Miranda had given up trying to find an answer to this question and contented herself with knowing she had been lucky.
She had two fathers, an extending family from Fred's side and an unusual education that had let her grow up as she pleased. She had spent more time in Jack's library and in Fred's laboratory than in school. None of them had minded much and it had seemed to be a good enough education. They did try to send her in school once but she just hadn't fit. It hadn't been easy for her to make friends there. After all, she would only talk of murders and crimes, of investigations and dangerous traps while the other boys and girls hadn't even had a clue of what murder really was yet.
So Jack and Fred had let her stay in their offices. It had suited her just fine and very quickly she had become part of their detective agency. They hadn't dare bring her to the field at first but even then murders and crimes had entered her life through photographs. And ever since it had become the one constant in her life. The detective agency and the cases to solve - mostly murders - had become her anchor to the world and her purpose. She had no idea how people could leave without murder.
She understood that it was bad and that she should never commit it. She had never contemplated the idea of doing it. But at the same time, she didn't want people to stop killing each other. She liked the puzzles they created for Jack, Fred, and her. It was all a game. She never knew the dead people. They had had lives but they were never concrete, they were stories to her to brought her clues to resolve the puzzle of their deaths.
Maybe she wasn't really normal she thought. Murder probably wasn't part of most people's live as it was for her. She shrugged. It didn't matter. Normal was probably very boring anyway.
