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tamingthemuseTitle: Heirloom
Prompt: Father
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What makes a father so ?
AN : mostly original stuff, but I recognize being influenced by a month spent watching Criminal Minds.
"What makes someone a father ?"
Rosalee Tanner scanned her audience for a second or so, waiting for one of the students to dare and answer her question. The public didn't stay quiet for long, as several hands went up to give it a try. She designated a young smart-looking man in a stripped navy shirt.
"Biologically, it's being the issuer of the male semen that created a life", he replied flatly, adjusting the glasses he was wearing with a single finger, starting some hubbub among the audience. Rosalee was expecting it ; this was the answer everyone wanted to talk about. She didn't raise her voice more than she needed to adress the students.
"I can see not everybody agree with this", she commented with a half smile. "Does anyone want to share his, or her, thought on the subject ?"
Out of the hands up, she selected a blond girl with two braids hanging on each side of her pale face. "Being a father is a little more than that. At least, it should be. I mean, everybody talks about what a mother must do to be so, and it's way beyond being there at the conception. It's the same for the father. You have to have an impact on the child's life and education."
Rosalee smiled internally, remembering her young years. She had been that girl once, advocating women's rights at every single occasion. She was still concerned about gender issues, but she had learned not to jump at people's throat at every ambigous sentence.
"Our conception of the fatherhood is wider than biology, I agree. But", and Rosalee shifted her gaze from the blond student to the audience at large, "you should never go too fast when you muse over a subject. Fatherhood as a simple biological state can be as powerful an incentive as anything else. And it brings us one of the most essential aspect of it : creation. Don't underestimate the capacity of creation on an individual ; that's what makes God the Mighty."
She had their attention, now ; she could tell it by the way the faces were now looking directly at her, notepads and computers put aside for awhile. They could start on the good work, now.
**§**
As much as she enjoyed guest-teaching in creative writing courses, Rosalee was happy, once her student-full day over, to get back to the quietness of her own home. Or the one of her boyfriend, for this was the first evening they spent both in town for three weeks. Each one of them had its crasy life, and none was about to give it up. They had to enjoy every moment they could, for they didn't know when the next one would be.
Rosalee was half-sleeping on the keyboard of her computer when she heard the distinct sound of a key unbloting the front door of the apartment. She straightened herself on the couch, and stretched her arms above her heard,smiling with anticipation. She was putting her computer aside when Spencer entered the living room. He looked tired, even downcast, but his face lit up when his eyes crossed hers. Without a word, she went up and hugged him, raising on her toes to match his height. After a few seconds, she let go, allowing him to put his coat off.
"Bad case ?", she asked with a wince, already knowing the answer. There wasn't anything like a "good" case.
He looked down, nodding. "This man, he was serial rapist. When he learned he was dying, he went back for his victims. To make them like him. He forced them to do horrible things ..." He looked up, a sad frown on the face. "I think he just wanted someone to take his place when he was gone."
"I guess it made sense in his own insane way of thinking. But you stopped him, right ?"
He nodded again, and Rosalee dared a smile. "In the end, it's all that matter, don't you think ?" And without waiting for an answer, "I got that wonderful idea for a new series, and I absolutely need your opinion."
There was people on earth that could make everything that was beautiful and sacred into unspeakable abomination. Love, frendship, family ... Nothing was out of reach for the sick ones. There will never be a time when all the horror of the world belongs to the past. But it can be kept at a low level, one day after the other, one monster stopped at a time. And at the end of the day, that's what's needed to be remembered.
Prompt: Father
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What makes a father so ?
AN : mostly original stuff, but I recognize being influenced by a month spent watching Criminal Minds.
"What makes someone a father ?"
Rosalee Tanner scanned her audience for a second or so, waiting for one of the students to dare and answer her question. The public didn't stay quiet for long, as several hands went up to give it a try. She designated a young smart-looking man in a stripped navy shirt.
"Biologically, it's being the issuer of the male semen that created a life", he replied flatly, adjusting the glasses he was wearing with a single finger, starting some hubbub among the audience. Rosalee was expecting it ; this was the answer everyone wanted to talk about. She didn't raise her voice more than she needed to adress the students.
"I can see not everybody agree with this", she commented with a half smile. "Does anyone want to share his, or her, thought on the subject ?"
Out of the hands up, she selected a blond girl with two braids hanging on each side of her pale face. "Being a father is a little more than that. At least, it should be. I mean, everybody talks about what a mother must do to be so, and it's way beyond being there at the conception. It's the same for the father. You have to have an impact on the child's life and education."
Rosalee smiled internally, remembering her young years. She had been that girl once, advocating women's rights at every single occasion. She was still concerned about gender issues, but she had learned not to jump at people's throat at every ambigous sentence.
"Our conception of the fatherhood is wider than biology, I agree. But", and Rosalee shifted her gaze from the blond student to the audience at large, "you should never go too fast when you muse over a subject. Fatherhood as a simple biological state can be as powerful an incentive as anything else. And it brings us one of the most essential aspect of it : creation. Don't underestimate the capacity of creation on an individual ; that's what makes God the Mighty."
She had their attention, now ; she could tell it by the way the faces were now looking directly at her, notepads and computers put aside for awhile. They could start on the good work, now.
**§**
As much as she enjoyed guest-teaching in creative writing courses, Rosalee was happy, once her student-full day over, to get back to the quietness of her own home. Or the one of her boyfriend, for this was the first evening they spent both in town for three weeks. Each one of them had its crasy life, and none was about to give it up. They had to enjoy every moment they could, for they didn't know when the next one would be.
Rosalee was half-sleeping on the keyboard of her computer when she heard the distinct sound of a key unbloting the front door of the apartment. She straightened herself on the couch, and stretched her arms above her heard,smiling with anticipation. She was putting her computer aside when Spencer entered the living room. He looked tired, even downcast, but his face lit up when his eyes crossed hers. Without a word, she went up and hugged him, raising on her toes to match his height. After a few seconds, she let go, allowing him to put his coat off.
"Bad case ?", she asked with a wince, already knowing the answer. There wasn't anything like a "good" case.
He looked down, nodding. "This man, he was serial rapist. When he learned he was dying, he went back for his victims. To make them like him. He forced them to do horrible things ..." He looked up, a sad frown on the face. "I think he just wanted someone to take his place when he was gone."
"I guess it made sense in his own insane way of thinking. But you stopped him, right ?"
He nodded again, and Rosalee dared a smile. "In the end, it's all that matter, don't you think ?" And without waiting for an answer, "I got that wonderful idea for a new series, and I absolutely need your opinion."
There was people on earth that could make everything that was beautiful and sacred into unspeakable abomination. Love, frendship, family ... Nothing was out of reach for the sick ones. There will never be a time when all the horror of the world belongs to the past. But it can be kept at a low level, one day after the other, one monster stopped at a time. And at the end of the day, that's what's needed to be remembered.
