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fic_variationsTitle: Home On The (Electric) Range
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fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Work // Mark Cohen
Spoilers: Act I
Warnings: Cindy and the kids
Words: 649
Count: 5/5
Author's Notes: Mark's first Hanukkah back home after living in 'The City'. Check it out, I'm done and it's only the twenty sixth! Take thatswordpoker. XD I think Mark may be a bit too snarky here, but it's most likely because of the extended exposure to immediate family. ^^
"Uncle Mark!"
I nearly threw up as something (someone? Who knows? It's too early for this.) soft and bony launched itself into my side. I also nearly yelled at Maureen until I remembered I was at home. The house. My parent's house. Whatever. Home was a drafty little loft in 'The City' (capitalization was my mom's thing) now, not this comfy little townhouse in Scarsdale, with the nice central heating and cooling system. Not to mention my old bedroom, with the window that closes and the nice thick blanket and the carpet and my tapes and-
"Uncle Mark! Reuben's crawling under your bed!"
"Sarah's a tattletale!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
Oh yeah. Kids. Cindy's kids. Quentin's gotta be nine now, so he's probably still asleep. Good thing too. I don't think I could take all three at once.
"Reuben, don't look under my bed! The monster under there doesn't like the light very much!"
They ran downstairs, screaming at the top of their lungs. I shoved my head under the pillow and tried to get back to sleep.
"Mark! Phone for you!"
I rolled over in bed again, reaching for the night table. I managed to knock a picture frame and a book off the edge before I found it, burrowing deeper under the covers as I pressed the cold plastic against my ear.
"Hello?"
"Happy Hanukkah, ben shel elef zona!"
"Wow. Just out of curiosity, where did you learn how to say 'son of a prostitute' in Hebrew?"
"Same place you learned it." I could practically hear Benny's grin over the phone. "From some of the older kids in that one Jewish school out by the deli."
"Nice. Is it too early to want to leave already?"
"Suck it up dude, you got there three days ago.."
"Hanukkah is not fun, man. I wish I was back there with you guys."
"I wish you were here too. I don't think April's boyfriend likes me."
"What's-his-name?"
"Andy something."
"Well, don't worry about it. He'll be gone before you are. That girl's had like, three guys besides him over since she moved in."
"I hope you're right. Right now, I'm basically shadowing Collins to his classes just so I don't have to be around him. I think I'm starting to annoy him."
"Andy?"
"Collins."
"It's physically impossible to annoy Collins. He just smokes until he forgets why he was stressed in the first place."
"That's comforting. Peace of mind for twenty bucks a pop."
"I could use some peace of mind at the moment. If it isn't my mom interrogating me or my dad ignoring me, it's the little ones running wild. Cindy's shiksa husband isn't even here. He had to work because he's taking Christmas and Christmas Eve off."
"Man, I can hear the perturbed-ed-ness in your voice. Sounds a lot like 'sleepy Mark' to me."
I sighed, rolling over. "It's not so bad, I guess."
"Only five more days if it is."
"Are you sure you can't come up for a couple days? I'm thinking about cutting out early if I’ve gotta be on my own the whole time."
"You can't skip Hanukkah."
"I know I never will, but it's kinda nice to imagine I could. So what are you doing for Christmas?"
"Well, exchanging a couple presents, going out to eat with Denise maybe."
"Isn't it sacrilegious to not go to church on your savior's birthday?"
"I'm Catholic. I can do whatever I want as long as I feel guilty enough afterwards."
"Right."
"Mark! Are you still on the phone?"
"No Mom, I'm talking to myself!"
"Well do that down here, we need help cleaning! Beth and Aaron are coming at three, it's almost noon, why are you still in bed?"
I smacked my head into the matress. "Benny? I gotta go."
"So I heard. Have fun man."
"Yeah."
"Hope you make it out alive."
"Me too."
Author:
dragonessasmithRating: T
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Work // Mark CohenSpoilers: Act I
Warnings: Cindy and the kids
Words: 649
Count: 5/5
Author's Notes: Mark's first Hanukkah back home after living in 'The City'. Check it out, I'm done and it's only the twenty sixth! Take that
swordpoker. XD I think Mark may be a bit too snarky here, but it's most likely because of the extended exposure to immediate family. ^^"Uncle Mark!"
I nearly threw up as something (someone? Who knows? It's too early for this.) soft and bony launched itself into my side. I also nearly yelled at Maureen until I remembered I was at home. The house. My parent's house. Whatever. Home was a drafty little loft in 'The City' (capitalization was my mom's thing) now, not this comfy little townhouse in Scarsdale, with the nice central heating and cooling system. Not to mention my old bedroom, with the window that closes and the nice thick blanket and the carpet and my tapes and-
"Uncle Mark! Reuben's crawling under your bed!"
"Sarah's a tattletale!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
Oh yeah. Kids. Cindy's kids. Quentin's gotta be nine now, so he's probably still asleep. Good thing too. I don't think I could take all three at once.
"Reuben, don't look under my bed! The monster under there doesn't like the light very much!"
They ran downstairs, screaming at the top of their lungs. I shoved my head under the pillow and tried to get back to sleep.
"Mark! Phone for you!"
I rolled over in bed again, reaching for the night table. I managed to knock a picture frame and a book off the edge before I found it, burrowing deeper under the covers as I pressed the cold plastic against my ear.
"Hello?"
"Happy Hanukkah, ben shel elef zona!"
"Wow. Just out of curiosity, where did you learn how to say 'son of a prostitute' in Hebrew?"
"Same place you learned it." I could practically hear Benny's grin over the phone. "From some of the older kids in that one Jewish school out by the deli."
"Nice. Is it too early to want to leave already?"
"Suck it up dude, you got there three days ago.."
"Hanukkah is not fun, man. I wish I was back there with you guys."
"I wish you were here too. I don't think April's boyfriend likes me."
"What's-his-name?"
"Andy something."
"Well, don't worry about it. He'll be gone before you are. That girl's had like, three guys besides him over since she moved in."
"I hope you're right. Right now, I'm basically shadowing Collins to his classes just so I don't have to be around him. I think I'm starting to annoy him."
"Andy?"
"Collins."
"It's physically impossible to annoy Collins. He just smokes until he forgets why he was stressed in the first place."
"That's comforting. Peace of mind for twenty bucks a pop."
"I could use some peace of mind at the moment. If it isn't my mom interrogating me or my dad ignoring me, it's the little ones running wild. Cindy's shiksa husband isn't even here. He had to work because he's taking Christmas and Christmas Eve off."
"Man, I can hear the perturbed-ed-ness in your voice. Sounds a lot like 'sleepy Mark' to me."
I sighed, rolling over. "It's not so bad, I guess."
"Only five more days if it is."
"Are you sure you can't come up for a couple days? I'm thinking about cutting out early if I’ve gotta be on my own the whole time."
"You can't skip Hanukkah."
"I know I never will, but it's kinda nice to imagine I could. So what are you doing for Christmas?"
"Well, exchanging a couple presents, going out to eat with Denise maybe."
"Isn't it sacrilegious to not go to church on your savior's birthday?"
"I'm Catholic. I can do whatever I want as long as I feel guilty enough afterwards."
"Right."
"Mark! Are you still on the phone?"
"No Mom, I'm talking to myself!"
"Well do that down here, we need help cleaning! Beth and Aaron are coming at three, it's almost noon, why are you still in bed?"
I smacked my head into the matress. "Benny? I gotta go."
"So I heard. Have fun man."
"Yeah."
"Hope you make it out alive."
"Me too."
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Date: 2006-08-29 06:56 am (UTC)And as always, love. I should maybe one day offer more constructive feedback, but it's almost two in the morning. Eep.
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Date: 2006-08-29 07:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-29 08:17 pm (UTC)I'm actually really bad, I don't know a lot about my hertiage/holidays/traditions, but challah is something I know because my grandparents always have some. I know a few things, but not as much as I probably should.