#Timothy how much I miss drawing your gorgeous face

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I COME BACK FROM THE DEAD AND OFFER YOU THIS !!! A WILD TIMOTHY APPEARS!!!

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Turner Family Fanfiction -  The Alphabetical Turners!

Q is for Quarrel! 

She hadn’t said one word to him since they had made their way through the front door of their flat earlier that evening, choosing instead to make her way into their sitting room and settle herself on the settee with Teddy cradled protectively in her arms after she had thanked Sister Julienne for taking care of the children. He hadn’t meant to be so harsh when he had reprimanded her for forgetting to label one of the pregnancy tests that had been sent up to the London earlier that morning, but even when he had seen pure hurt and shock in her eyes as she had been sat at her desk in the waiting room he hadn’t apologised for his outburst. His scolding had put her in a sour mood for the rest of the day, the only time she wore a smile being when she was either tending to a patient or when one of the Sisters or nurses came in. She hadn’t spoken to him since he had told her off. 

He had wanted to speak to her about it once she had put Angela to bed after supper but she had been breastfeeding Teddy and he knew that she preferred silence when he was at her breast, so he’d accepted the fact that he’d need to wait until their son had succeeded in filling his small belly and he had nodded off in his mother’s arms with his blanket. To his slight annoyance, however, Teddy had been in just as much of a sour mood as Shelagh had been throughout the day. It’d taken nearly two hours to get him off, not even skin-to-skin helping to settle him as it usually did. The only thing that had seemed to comfort him enough to finally get him to drift off had been his mother allowing him to suck upon the tip of her finger, and even that had taken it’s time to have any effect. Her bad mood still hadn’t lifted when she had come downstairs once again after settling Teddy in his cot and kissing his warm forehead lingeringly, Shelagh refusing to meet her husband’s gaze as she’d walked straight past him and had made her way through to the kitchen.

Where she was now.

Patrick took a deep breath as he was stood outside the kitchen and he could hear his wife washing the dishes at the sink, the humming that usually came from her as she threw herself into her task unable to be heard. She really was in a mood. He told himself to man up a short time later before he made his way into the room, Shelagh casting her gaze over at him for just a moment before she went back to her task and disacknowledged his presence. ‘Shelagh.’ He sighed softly as he made his way over to her, coming to a halt beside her as he leaned against the kitchen counter and she continued to ignore him as she cleaned one of the supper plates with the dishcloth, her hands soapy as she worked. 'Darling, we need to talk about this.’ He placed his hand upon the creamy skin of her shoulder, sighing deeply as she shrugged him off and he gazed down at her. 'Please listen.’

'You mean like you listened to me when I tried to explain to you why I forgot to label that pregnancy test this morning?’ She hissed as she gazed at him momentarily before she cast her eyes back down to the soapy water in the skin, shaking her head in annoyance. 'Next time you decide that you’re going to scold me like I’m a naughty schoolgirl that is in need of a paddling, may you have the decency to ask me to step into your office so that I’m not made to look like a fool in front of the patients? I’ve never felt so humiliated!’

'Shelagh, I only snapped because I’m exhausted!’ He exclaimed softly. 'We’ve only been back at work for three days since having Teddy, and I’ve not had one full night’s sleep!’

'You’re exhausted!?’ She laughed in disbelief as her eyes widened and she turned to him with a hand on her hip through her apron, her deep blue eyes fixed on him. 'Who is the one that has to get up several times through the night to sit and breastfeed our son?’ She asked, the anger clear in her voice as it was mixed with her beautiful Scottish brogue. 'Who is the one who has bleeding hands at the end of every day from wringing out nappies? Which one of us, even if we’re not well, has to prepare and make meals every day?’ He heard the tears in her voice and felt awful as he realised just how exhausted she really was. 'I had Angela and Teddy keeping me awake all night last night, Angela crying for me because she’s ill and because she kept having nightmares that there was a stupid monster under her bed, and Teddy crying because he’s three-months-old!’ Her warm tears were rolling slowly down her cheeks now as she gazed up at him, Patrick unable to respond as he felt his heart break for her. 'I forgot to label the pregnancy test because Sister Julienne telephoned me, Patrick.’ She sniffed, wiping the stray tears from her cheeks whilst fresh ones continued to fall. 'She told me Angela’d thrown up and asked what to do.’

'You should have told me.’ He told her gently, his voice more loving than it had been throughout the day.

'I tried!’ She exclaimed through her tears, running a hand through her brown hair in exasperation. 'But you just kept harping on about how irresponsible I was for forgetting the label, and when I told you that I had a viable excuse for it, you said that there couldn’t be one. I understand that you’re tired, but that’s no excuse for being so cold toward me.’ She removed her glasses from her face momentarily in order to wipe the tears away and compose herself slightly, her sniffs continuing as she went back to cleaning the dishes.

'My darling-’ He sighed, attempting to place his hand upon her shoulder once again.

That was when the two of them heard Teddy’s cries from the floor above, Shelagh sighing as she untied her apron. 'I’ll go.’ She told him, glancing at him as she left the kitchen.

Patrick groaned to himself as he leaned back against the wall. He was an absolute idiot.

He needed to do something to make it up to her. But what?

'See, there’s no need for all this noise, darling.’ She soothed as she continued to slowly pace her bedroom a short while later, Teddy’s perfect head cushioned upon her shoulder as she patted his back comfortingly and pressed slow kisses to his hairline. It had turned out that all he had been after was a snuggle with her because he had woken up to find that he was alone, and as soon as she had brought him into her arms he had quietened and buried his head into the side of her neck. She lowered herself down into the rocking chair that sat in the corner of the room a few moments later, supporting Teddy’s rear as she brought him to settle against her chest and she felt him cuddle up against her. 'You gorgeous boy.’ She whispered with a smile, sweeping her hand over his brown hair before dropping a kiss to his crown and beginning to rock quietly back and forth in her chair.

It was a short while later when she felt a presence and she looked up to see her husband standing in the doorway as he leaned against the door frame, a warm smile on his lips as he gazed over at her and his arms were crossed over his chest. 'You were born to be a Mummy, you know.’ He told her as his deep brown eyes sparkled softly. 'I mean that.’ She allowed a small smile to form upon her own lips as she met his gaze, her annoyance at him still there but not as deeply as it had been a short while back. 'Could I show you something?’ He raised his brow at her as he entered the room and she continued to pat their son’s back soothingly as he slept peacefully against her chest. 'Please, my darling?’

She could see that whatever he wanted to show her was important to him, and so she nodded quietly before raising from the rocking chair and carrying Teddy to his bassinet. 'I love you so much, my perfect boy.’ She whispered before leaning down to kiss his forehead softly, a gentle sigh leaving her as she made her way up to her husband and slipped her hand into his own. 'What are you up to?’ She asked softly as Patrick brushed his thumb warmly across her knuckles, lingering slightly upon her wedding ring as he smiled at her and continued to lead her down their stairwell before coming to a halt outside their sitting room door and taking hold of her waist, drawing her against his chest with a sigh.

'I’ve been a complete and utter fool.’ He admitted as he gazed down at her and her deep blue eyes sparkled as she listened to him, her hands settled upon his chest through his shirt as he stroked his thumbs against the dips of her sides. 'I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you at the surgery and I should not have spoken to you like that, especially in front of the mothers. You’re my wife, Shelagh, and I love you more than I’ve ever loved another woman in all my life.’ He cupped her cheek warmly. 'I don’t know if it’s because we had to fight so hard to be together or because you’ve given me and Timothy so much support, but what I do know is that I shouldn’t be treating you as though you’re simply another nurse. I shouldn’t speak so harshly anyway, never mind who I am talking to, but I should never have spoken to you like I did earlier. I am so sorry, and I can only hope that you can forgive me for that.’ He felt his heart begin to race as she rose carefully onto her tiptoes and left one of the warmest open-mouthed kisses upon his smooth cheek.

'I do forgive you, Patrick.’ She whispered as she returned back to her mediocre height and slipped her arms loosely around his waist. 'I should have made sure that all the tests were labelled before I let Nurse Crane take them this morning, and I’m so glad that the London realised that I’d missed one and telephoned you to inform us. It did upset me to hear you speak so harshly to me, but I don’t judge you for it. It was my mistake and I needed to be reprimanded for it, so I shouldn’t have acted so badly towards you today.’

He shook his head. 'We’ve both made a few mistakes today, my love, mistakes that we both need to learn from. But right now, I want to show you what I’ve set up for you.’ He took her hand once again before telling her to close her eyes, Shelagh doing as she was told before he opened the sitting room door and guided her safely into the room. 'Okay, you can open your eyes now, darling.’ She gasped softly when she did, her eyes beginning to sting with tears of love and joy as she took in the sight before her. He had made a replica of the indoor picnic that the two of them had shared on their first proper date after she had fallen ill with a cold and so they’d had to cancel their reservation at the fancy restaurant that they’d originally planned to eat at, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the chocolate-covered strawberries and the two glass champagne flutes upon the blanket.

'You did all of this for me?’ She whimpered as she gazed up at him, her hand coming to rest upon his chest.

'Everything that I do is for you.’ He reassured her as he allowed his hand to find her waist, their warm lips meeting in a long and soft kiss. 'It always has been, my perfect girl.’

'I love you.’ She breathed as he pressed his forehead against her own and they permitted their noses to graze affectionately. 'Even if you are extremely sentimental.’

'I love you too, sweetheart.’ He reassured her. 'So incredibly much.’

As the two of them indulged in their chocolate-covered strawberries that evening and fed them to one another as they were snuggled on the blanket, their champagne flutes sat before them as the fire spat in the hearth, they knew that no matter how heated their quarrels got they would always make amends. They’d never slide into bed in a foul mood.

Because they loved one another deeply, and neither one of them could sleep without the other one being wrapped up in their arms.

It was just the way they worked. And they cherished that.

Author’s Note: I cannot believe I am on Q already and am more than half-way through the alphabet! These are so fun to do and I am so excited to see Baby Teddy in the CS in just a month’s time! Thank you to everyone who has stayed with me from the very first chapter up to now, it means so much to me and your reviews are what inspire me to continue! Please review this chapter, and I hope you’ll follow until the end of this story! thank you for your support! x

[doppeldonger]

The Scarlet Letter

The first time he sees her, he’s just released from the doppelgänger program to be moonshot to Elpis, his clothes fresh and his face new and unused. He acts the “handsome asshole with bravado” part quite well, if he says so himself; the swagger looks just right on his fit figure, hands casually in his pockets like he owns the damn place.

But then he sees her.

The colorful lights of the bar caress her pale skin, bringing out her perfect curves; he can’t take his eyes off of the bar owner, her merciless chest, the tiny dress hugging her body, and that voluptuous smile gracing her gorgeous face.

He should be saying something, cracking a joke about how she’s Jack’s ex- or hell, complimenting her, even… But he’s simply speechless, so it’s no surprise that the only sound leaving him is a strangled gurgle. Nisha throws a glare in his way, tipping her hat low and approaching the bar; she rolls her eyes at Timothy’s dumbstruck expression and shares an amused look with Wilhelm before she dives in, peppering Moxxi’s ego with insults. Timothy shakes himself, shedding his reverie like one wakes up from sleep and he interrupts the kinky cowgirl, “Fuck off, Nish! If you’ll get nasty like that, go get yourself a drink and shut up.”

The way Nisha is looking at him speaks a thousand words, like “I’d snap your fucking head if I wasn’t so amused by your show of bravery.” or “You’re lucky you’re Jack’s doppelgänger or I would’ve torn your face off by now.”

The way Moxxi is looking at him, though… Her electric blue eyes shine with amusement and appreciation alike, the angry snarl directed towards Nisha now changed into a pleased little smile, reserved just for him. Looking at the bar owner, Timothy can feel his face burn up in crimson.

Gosh, he’s so embarrassed.

The second time he sees her, the mood is much darker although the scenery is the same. The so-called betrayal of Moxxi, Lilith and Roland left behind long ago, the Vault of the Sentinel has been raided dry; Jack has received the accursed visions, engraved every little detail in the ever-scheming brain of his and dethroned Tassiter just a week ago. Claptrap’s done for, Athena has quit, a very-bored Aurelia following her not much later. That leaves Nisha, Wilhelm and Timothy to deal with Jack’s crazed shenanigans. Juuuuust lovely.

Wilhelm makes his way to the R&D department to let them work on his future robotic enhancements and Jack departs with Nisha for Pandora to take over Lynchwood.

Not before he leaves a gift for Timothy, however.

Thinking back, Timothy is certain that “gift” is for Jack rather than for him; after all, the doppelgänger was the one left screaming in pain on the floor with Jack looming over him with a manic smile on his lips and a brand in his hands.

The moment Jack abandons Timothy to have fun (A.K.A. wreak havoc on Pandora) with his new girlfriend, the doppelgänger abandons Helios to wander around Elpis aimlessly until his feet drag him into Moxxi’s bar, his clothes crumpled, the scar on his face new and hurting like a bitch.

Pulling his hood lower onto his offensive face, he makes his way to the bar and the absence of his usual polite-and-cheerful attitude immediately alarms the bar owner. She can’t look past the shadows of his hood, and it takes a good deal of coaxing to get his head up just an inch.

And then she sees it.

They end up in the backroom Moxxi uses as her lodging whenever she’s running the bar on Elpis, the woman shaking with fury as opposed to Timothy’s cold nonchalance and resignation. She demands answers, just like he expected her to do, barely able to contain her frustrated screams at Jack’s boldness. He’s just silent, sitting on the edge of Moxxi’s bed sized just for a queen like her, eyes looking at a spot in the wall and unseeing.

She eventually sits down next to him, rubbing soothing circles on his back and tries to get him to do something, to talk, to scream, to cry… she just wants him to stop bottling up his emotions so.

But he feels so, so embarrassed.

“It’s not your fault.” she murmurs, carding her long thin fingers through his disheveled hair and thinking how easily he revels in the gesture Jack hated so much. He was supposed to be a face like Jack’s and nothing more, but he’s a completely different human being under all the plastic surgery and training; she falls for him a little just by watching him there, the deep bass of the club providing background noise, albeit muffled. “You’re a wonderful person, and you deserve none of this.”

His head snaps up and he looks at her disbelievingly, “I do! I asked for all this when I signed up for this shit!”

She can understand how he feels, “You couldn’t have known. Don’t be embarrassed.” She knows, she knows, and that makes him feel all the worse. He ends up sliding off the bed onto the floor nevertheless, his aching face buried in her lap in hopes for alleviation her gentle hands could provide.

He leaves her and her bar after a while, eyes puffed up and sniffing, his hood back on his head as he heads out. He’ll have to return to Helios eventually, he has a tight schedule since Jack will be back soon, but he still has some time to clear his head. She knows it too, so Moxxi sees him off with a sad smile and a friendly advice, “Hubris is the downfall of a person, but humility is no better.”

The third time is the charm, and they see each other in conditions that are much different when they meet all these years later. Timothy is working for the CEO of the biggest company around, but it’s not Hyperion anymore. The guy who goes by the humble name of Rhys is a much better boss than Jack could even dream of becoming; and he knows how much Timothy has suffered in the hands of the said man, having housed him in his head in the form of a distorted AI. So it’s no surprise when Rhys sends Timothy to Moxxi with an offer: Come open up shop in Serenity, the city we built over Opportunity as Atlas, for a better future. Flashy, just like the young CEO himself, if you ask Timothy, but both men know it’ll make Moxxi interested; they’re asking her for her bar and her mechanic excellency alike, after all.

So, here he stands, in the middle of Moxxi’s bar up on Sanctuary with Brick and Mordecai sent to accompany him by Lilith; they still don’t trust him after all these years, and he can’t really blame them. He doesn’t mind their presence either, it keeps the curious residents of the floating city away from him; no questions about his face or voice dared to be asked. When he sees her, he’s as stupefied as he was all those years ago on Elpis; his clothes worn off from age and violence just like his face, but Moxxi seems unchanged as opposed to him with her lovely purple dress worshipping her curves and with her electric blue eyes.

She seems surprised to see him, because of all the years they remained apart without communication or because he’s brave enough to set foot in Lilith’s city, he does not know. He bets on both as he settles in a bar chair, the other vault hunters sitting on either side of him like menacing bouncers (who’s protecting who, and from whom at this point? He just doesn’t know). He orders a drink he knows he won’t touch, he’s not really into alcohol (Jack called him “a pansy” along with many other insulting slurs in the past for it); plus, the sight in front of him and the mission he’s on are much more interesting to him.

“Hey.” he greets her, still feeling a little tongue-tied after all these years. He gives her a genuine smile and offers his hands to her across the counter. Her surprise morphs into joy and she leans to put her hands in his, his order long forgotten. Brick and Mordecai make gagging sounds (especially Mordecai, glaring at him all the while he makes sure how much he hates the scene he’s witnessing. Right, Moxxi’s exes.), but Timothy and Moxxi simply end up giggling at the reaction.

She smiles at him and he can feel his soul being cleansed of his sins with that gesture alone. “It’s been so long.” she whispers and he nods, “What brings you here, Tim?”

“An offer, actually.” Moxxi raises a curious eyebrow and lets out an interested hum. “I work for Atlas now, and the CEO himself has a proposal. Gosh, don’t look at me like that, Moxxi; unlike the last one, this one isn’t a narcissistic asshole with a high killstreak.” That gets a laugh out of the three of them and Timothy counts that as a win. “He wants you to set up a bar in Serenity, he thinks it’ll be a good way to draw people to the city. If you’re interested in an Atlas city, it can’t be bad, right?” He smiles at her, quirking an eyebrow. “He also wants you to open a shop that’s similar to uh…” he coughs, embarrassed, “To Scooter’s.” The hands in his grasp tense for a moment, a look passing Moxxi’s eyes. “Rhys knew Scooter, says he was one helluva guy, talented and fun and all that.” He gives Moxxi’s hands an encouraging squeeze and the bar owner graces him with a proud smile.

“That’s Scooter, alright, that’s my son.” she replies, head held high and not a tear shed. She’s a strong woman, and Timothy knows he’s fallen hard for her yet again. She relaxes, looking into Timothy’s eyes, “That’s what your CEO wants. What do you want?”

The ex-doppelgänger smiles at her with a loving expression, “I just want you to be happy.” (“Booooooooooriiiiiiiing!” Brick moans in the background.)

But Moxxi gives him a matching smile, and he’s over the moon, “How about… We talk about this over dinner?”

Timothy sputters, along with the other vault hunters, “D-dinner?” Ah, there he is, the shy, polite guy she met all those years ago. She chuckles, “A big offer like that can’t be discussed over alcohol, can it? Plus, I really, really missed you.”

That deep, sultry tone, that voluptuous smile he came to associate with her, those electric blue eyes darkening with promises not said aloud… That does it for him, and he ends up feeling embarrassed once again, crimson dusting his cheeks like it did the moment they met all those years ago. “I-“ he clears his throat, ‘cause wow, it’s getting hot in here and his throat is perched, “I’d love that, Moxxi.”

Two weeks later, Moxxi sets up two shops in Serenity, enrapturing the residents easily with her bar and mechanic shop alike. She works awfully close to apartment complex Timothy resides in, but nobody makes a mention of it.

And if she ends up unofficially moving in with him eventually, sharing his food, his shower, his bed and his love, none of them is complaining.

 This request is great and you’re great, @torrarina!