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Duz he gots a poem for her?
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Episode:  New Order behind the scenes, Season 8           Screen Capture from:  MGM

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bull_demon From: bull_demon Date: 14th May 2012 19:53 (UTC) (Link)
Man, I'd like to play with that Jack-in-the-box. Where do you crank it?
lolmac From: lolmac Date: 15th May 2012 03:01 (UTC) (Link)
I think he gets cranky all by himself.
thothmes From: thothmes Date: 14th May 2012 21:11 (UTC) (Link)
She had learned to worry when she didn't hear from him on Mother's Day. From earliest childhood, he'd been turned outward, ever running from. He ran from lima beans and eggplant, from room cleaning and bed making. He ran from his own anger and disappointment, and from many, many piano lessons. And as soon as possible, a mere 12 hours after his high school graduation, he ran from small town Minnesota life, out into the wider world, and never really came back, not to stay. Still, he was a dutiful and a loving son, and he never missed occasions like her birthday, or Thanksgiving, or the major festivals of the church calendar, or Mother's day, without calling unless he were physically prevented from doing so.

That wasn't entirely accurate. Sometimes he was away on missions, and if he knew that he would miss some important day ahead of time, then he'd be sure to send a card or a letter to let her know that he was out of the country, but he was thinking of her. He'd missed a few occasions because he was injured or sick, but on those occasions he'd had Sara, or more recently a Dr. Janet Fraiser, call to send his regards. She wondered briefly if Dr. Fraiser was available, because she sounded so nice, and she worried that maybe Jack was lonely, but then reminded herself that while Sara was alive, that would not be right. Back to holidays, Jack had missed a number of them while he was a prisoner in Iraq, and a few more after Charlie... after they lost Charlie. She'd understood that. She'd been the same way after losing his father and his brother. It was like moving through mashed potatoes just to get up in the morning, and everything hurt. She'd worried about him then, wondering if he'd had the same wrong thoughts, the same bad ideas. Suicide was a sin. She should have known though, her Jack was stronger than that.

She was worried now. It was Mother's Day. There had been no card, no letter on Saturday. There was no call, and it was getting late, almost time for bed. Jonathan, where are you?.

Just then there was a flash of very bright light behind her, and a funny chiming sound. The next thing she heard, as she struggled to get up out of her chair (oh, the troubles of age!) and turn to look, was a very familiar, beloved voice.

"Oy!" it said. "Hi, Mom!"

Finally making it to her feet, she turned from the window to the interior of the room to see her tall, strong son, in his military fatigues, and a strange costumed fellow, holding what looked like a child's toy to his head.

"Jonathan?" she asked.

"Mom." He looked nervous, keyed up. "You remember how when I was a kid you kept telling me not to bring a snake into the house?"

"Yes," she said, looking at the outlandishly costumed fellow, with all his gold brocade. A rock star perhaps?

"Well, I'm a slow learner."

There was a moment of silence, but just as the funny looking guy started to speak, there was another bright light and chime, and "Kneel before your--" in odd doubled bass tones faded into nothing with the passing of the light.

"Yes, Thor! Gotta love those guys!" said Jack.

Then Jack, many years grown though he was, scuffed his boots on the edge of the rug, just the way that he had when she'd smelled the alcohol on his breath after the prom. He looked up sheepishly.

"Happy Mother's Day?" he offered.

She just gaped.

After a moment he came over and enveloped her in a warm hug. She felt her heart slow its alarmed tattoo, and as always when she could feel him right there, big, and young (well, compared to her, anyway) and strong, she felt a calm and a deep contentment steal over her.

After a moment he shifted, a little impatiently.

"I can probably see about taking you out to dinner if we can find a place where they won't mind that I'm dressed like this," he said, "but I'd better call the General first. He's going to be wondering where I am."
lolmac From: lolmac Date: 15th May 2012 03:02 (UTC) (Link)
squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

And dawwwwwwww!!
thothmes From: thothmes Date: 15th May 2012 06:25 (UTC) (Link)
And of course as you work your way through the backlog that is your f-list ("Previous 20" by "Previous 20"), you'll eventually find that I posted a less crackficcy Mothers Day piece too. ; )
lolmac From: lolmac Date: 16th May 2012 00:41 (UTC) (Link)
I did indeed see it and adored it, and then forgot to comment . . . *toedirt*

An earlier generation of LJers apparently called the phenomenon of backlist accumulation after hiatus 'Bankrupting My Pants'. This was apparently a free translation of an insanely long acronym that started with "Been Away, Not Keeping Up . . . "

ETA: Aha, found the Ur-post: http://tattercoats.livejournal.com/14094.html

tattercoats: Can we have an LJ acronym for 'been away, not catching up on the flist, point me at it if there's anything you need me to see'?

fleetfootmike: That'd be 'BANCUOTFPMAIITAYNMTS'. Which reads disturbingly like 'bankrupt my pants'.


Edited at 2012-05-16 00:45 (UTC)
thothmes From: thothmes Date: 16th May 2012 00:52 (UTC) (Link)
Insanely long acronym is right! I wasn't here early enough to have run into that one, so I'm a)amused, and b)glad to have it at least partially explained.

When I read something and don't comment on it, it's most likely to be a case of not immediately being able to come up with what it is I want to say, or how to say it. Sometimes it's because the thing has made me all thinky, and sometimes it's because I really don't have much to say beyond "nice", and that always seems so... damning with faint praise, when that's usually not the intention, I just don't have much to add.
lolmac From: lolmac Date: 16th May 2012 01:04 (UTC) (Link)
Although I was home on Sunday and saw your fic, we were both in serious wind-down mode, and about all I accomplished that day was laundry and decanting pictures from the camera.
thothmes From: thothmes Date: 16th May 2012 01:14 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I absolutely understand. After all, when we go on vacation, the returning day always involves a long drive with The Whirlwind. It gives real force to the concept of a particle in a box. One day we made the mistake of trying to do it without medicating her. She'd been losing weight on the medication, and if you flunk an ADHD drug because you lose weight, you are off that medication for life, so we wanted her eating, so we decided to take that day off medication, since we had many DVDs to anaesthetize her with. Then the DVD player died some 20 minutes into the trip. At hour 4 of the 6 hour trip, my infinitely patient husband had shouted himself hoarse trying to make it clear that kicking the driver's seat in terrible traffic was likely to resort in tragedy, and when we stopped shortly later, I went for a 5 mile hike (and my family picked me up as they passed me by the side of the road) because the alternative, infanticide, would have been a poor choice. So, yeah. Destressing is the order of the day!
thothmes From: thothmes Date: 16th May 2012 00:55 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you for finding the Ur-post! Much intellectual curiosity satisfied!
lolmac From: lolmac Date: 16th May 2012 01:06 (UTC) (Link)

Ur-post

Don't you love living in a world in which you get to know people who can use/understand expressions such as 'ur-post'?
thothmes From: thothmes Date: 16th May 2012 01:15 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Ur-post

YES!!!
zeilfanaat From: zeilfanaat Date: 15th May 2012 21:34 (UTC) (Link)
Brilliant!! Love it!
thothmes From: thothmes Date: 16th May 2012 00:52 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you!
damigella_314 From: damigella_314 Date: 14th May 2012 22:15 (UTC) (Link)
That's what my kids said when I showed up at six pm, unannounced because my prepaid phone had finished its minutes and I couldn't charge it abroad, on Mother's Day.
Then they turned back to the movie. I was in my room unpacking, and my shortest son came to my room and looked at me with his lovely eyes lit by his most tender smile.

He said "Did you remember to bring back the DVD of North by Northwest? I've waited all week to watch it again."
lolmac From: lolmac Date: 15th May 2012 03:02 (UTC) (Link)
Gah. And oy.
jackwabbit From: jackwabbit Date: 15th May 2012 07:36 (UTC) (Link)
Nice.
lolmac From: lolmac Date: 16th May 2012 00:38 (UTC) (Link)
Thx!!
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