Thread: Que Sera, Sera (random fics)

Random Teenage!EvannaOlder!Jon interaction because I can. Jon missed it. He missed all those times he'd lie awake and hear the soft pattering of her footsteps, knowing she was coming in to crawl between them. He missed how grubby her hands would get whenever he took her to the park. He missed how she always insisted that he sit with her and watch whatever was currently playing on tv. But most of all, he missed the way she would always look back when he dropped her off to school. Even from the distance he would see the rise of her shoulders as if she were fearful, but then she'd turn around and see him there and smile. He would never leave until she was safely inside the building. She never looked back nowadays. She didn't have to. He supposed every parent went through this ordeal at some point in their lives. He had known there would come a day where she would grow up and stop running to him for every little thing. For the most part, he was coping. This was his little girl, after all. He may not have taken any part in conceiving her but he had been there. He had watched her blossom into a beautiful young woman before his eyes, hardly able to believe that she was sixteen. Sixteen. Where had the years gone. Evanna was definitely her father's daughter. She had the same slim, fair good looks. The same eyes. The same dimples. Even the same mind, though thankfully not as deadly. Jon didn't think he could handle living with two Bradys. She was only a baby when he had met her. A bubbly, willful, adorable baby who had climbed onto his lap and declared that he was her new friend. Jon had loved her from the very start. He had plenty of experience with kids. Hell, Rickon had only been a little over two years older than Evanna and he had gotten along smashingly with him, but it had been different with Evanna. He had taken to her from the moment he had laid eyes on her. His unfailing love for her father had only cemented their relationship. He was there to stay and for the past 13 years he had showed no signs of budging. On the contrary, he had married her young father and welcomed the custody that came with it. Evanna was his. If ever he had needed a reminder, Brady was there to give it to him. Truth be told, he had taken on more of a parental role than Evanna's biological father ever could and with that came the good and the bad. Brady wasn't fit to discipline and so that burden had fallen on his shoulders. Jon wasn't very good at it himself. He always found himself softening whenever he looked into her big beautiful eyes and at times all it took was a well placed daddy and he knew he'd lost the battle. But there were times he refused to budge. She was a teenager and teenagers were stupid and reckless. Groundings had been frequent and each shouting match had ended with an angry I hate you before she stormed up to her room. Jon had always known not to take her words to heart but it stung all the same. But then, she had always come to him and kissed his cheek by way of apology and he would forgive her. She was his baby. She was Brady's baby too. At times, Jon found himself feeling jealous of their bond. It was stupid, he knew. They obviously shared something on a deeper level because they were blood but it was more than that. Brady was her best friend. He could remember all the times she had stretched herself out on the couch in his study, as if his very presence was enough to soothe her. But he was the one she ran to when she just wanted a hug. He could never deny her a hug. They did the groceries together. Sometimes she helped him fold the laundry for the hell of it. They both fawned over the dogs in ways Brady never would. She had gone from being the daughter who always looked back to the daughter who never looked back. He was losing her to the world and it was killing him. He hated it. Jon missed it. He missed her. Which was why he had stood by the door far longer than he had intended. She had come down, dressed to the nines and smiling a smile he barely recognised. She was a teenager, he had reminded himself. All teenagers had their secrets. Even Brady didn't pry. Well, he didn't have to. If he saw things, he kept them to himself. She had offered him a brief goodbye and walked out the door. Jon had watched her climb into a car he had seen several times. It wasn't her company that worried him. She hadn't even waved goodbye. And so he stood there, a handsome man for his 39 years. There were no greys in his hair yet thank God and the harsh lines that came with time had mostly evaded him. It was his eyes that gave away his age. They looked tired more than half the time. So incredibly tired. After what seemed like an eternity, Jon finally pulled himself away from the door and made for the living room. Brady was out doing things that geniuses did and he had the house to himself. Sirius and Drexl trotted downstairs and brushed past his feet. The dogs had come to sense his loneliness. They knew him well. He had barely sat down when he heard the front door open. He rose to his feet and wasn't all too surprised to see Evanna looking a little flushed but mostly unconcerned. Forgot my phone, she explained. Oh, he said and nodded. He had expected her to dash upstairs and promptly take her leave but he noticed that she lingered there for a few moments, her pale blue eyes narrowed slightly. Jon was struck by how much she resembled her father whenever she read him. Jon hated that. He didn't want all of his loved ones playing mind games but he had no real control over it. Besides, she wasn't nearly as good as Brady when it came to seeing things. Thank the heavens for that. Jon watched her walk upstairs and sighed softly. He bent over to scratch behind Drexl's ears and by the time he rose, Evanna was standing before him. His brows lifted inquiringly and to his complete surprise, she was hugging him. At first, he wasn't sure of what to do. Had someone said something to hurt her? He'd kill them. Evie? he called softly, brushing his fingers through her dark blonde hair, What's wrong? Evanna was smiling when she pulled away, a smile that tugged at his heartstrings in ways only a father could understand. She shook her head and shrugged her slender shoulders. Nothing. I just forgot to hug you. That's all. Jon didn't know what to say. He tucked her hair behind her ears and pressed a loving kiss to her forehead. You got your phone? She held the obscenely expensive hunk of plastic up for him to see to which he nodded and gave her his most parental look of all. Don't stay out too late. Your curfew- Is midnight, she concluded, rolling her eyes, I know, I know. I'm not a baby. Jeez. No you're not. That's the problem. Jon released her and walked her back to the door, the dogs following behind him eagerly. As always, he watched to make sure she got safely into the car. She reached for the door-handle and surprised him for the second time that night. Jon felt his breath catch in his throat. His daughter turned her head and waved at him. Jon lifted a hand and waved back and then she was off. She wasn't a baby. Not anymore, but she was and would always be his little girl.