Title: Briannakin Drops Drabbles Author: Briannakin Fanoms: Various (probably a lot of TWW, Hamilton, and Doctor Who) Notes: Written for the Ultimate Drabble Challenge VIII. I debated doing a NSWFF entry for UDC8, but then Legacy popped into my head and I just had to. These are probably just all over the place even within weeks. My apologies if my hoping around confuses anyone but my muse just isn’t really trained for NSWFF. I’ll also be using historical people, but since I’m going off fictional representations of them, I don’t really counts as “real person fic”. I could write an essay on use of historical authenticity in fictional story telling, but I won’t bore you. Week 1 and 2: Doctor Who, The West Wing, Hamilton (yes, they will all rhyme), and the HBO series John Adams. Valour (DW) They were all so brave. His companions. Full of valour. He never ask them to be. But perhaps when one traveled with the Doctor in the TARDIS, one had to be brave. Was it a prerequisite? Or did traveling with him made one brave. They had all lost so much when traveling with him. Yet they always did what was good, what was right. But what about him? Did traveling in the TARDIS make him good? Did it make him brave? Or did all this running across the universe, across time, never settling in one place, make him a coward? Honour (TWW) Honour thy father and mother. It was the fourth commandment - according to the Catholic church - and the one Josiah Bartlet grappled with the most (though Abbey would always argue that Jed sucked at keeping the fifth: remember the Sabbath and keeping it holy). It wasn’t so much the mother part that he struggled with. But how was one supposed to respect the man that had abused him, both physically and mentally. The man had been a bastard. The only lesson Josiah Bartlet had learned from his father had been how not to treat your children. For that, he was grateful. Sacrifice (TWW) No one talked about the small sacrifices the First Family had to take. Moving to the White House had meant so much alienation for Helen Santos. She couldn’t even walk around her own house barefoot (God she hated shoes). She hadn’t talked to any of her friends from Texas in months, let alone seen them. They simply did not get her struggles. At least her kids got some normalcy at school; they were making friends. With a sigh, she got up from her desk to see if Donna or Annabeth wanted to join her in the cafeteria for ice cream. Defeat (Hamilton/JA) He would always feel so warm when she would play piano. He would join her with his violin or cello. But now, all he felt cold. Deep down, he had known this was inevitable. But his Martha. Oh his Martha. There was no comfort in Monticello. Together they had shared it all, and lost so much. Their names were all etched on his heart: Jane, Peter, Lucy Elizabeth. And now, she joined them, while he was forced to remain. Here, on the horizon of Independence, of all Thomas Jefferson had worked toward, he felt defeat. His breath stolen by death. Spoiler Thomas Jefferson’s wife died in 1782 after many years of ill heath and 3 out of their 6 kids dying. According to historians, Jefferson was extremely distraught by his wife’s death. Two years later, another one of Jefferson’s daughters (also named Lucy Elizabeth) would die and during his presidency another daughter (Mary) would die. Only one of his (legitimate ) children outlived him. Spoiler This is not to say I support the dude’s ideas. I find him both an interesting man and an interesting character, but the dude’s ideas were horrible. Victory (Hamilton/JA) They won the war, but what was it all for? Was it truly victory when it was all so contradictory? And I’m just not talking ‘bout the constitution. The whole damn institution! How could some scream liberté! Egalité! When so many did not join in their fraternité? And what about France? Without them they would have never had a chance! Had they exchange one master for another? Or would the nation truly be a brother? Victory? But what did they pay? They would now write the histories. But what would they say? Is this cynical? Or was this the pinnacle? [Week 2] Name (TWW) Charlie Young was was a lost. This normally didn’t happen to him. The question posed to him was so very hard. “So? What do you want to name him? It’s only fair,” Zoey said softly, tired from the birth. “I named Josie and Jedidiah.” Charlie looked down at his newest child. “Are you sure you don’t want to name him after your father?” “No, Dad was always very clear. No grand-kids named after him, and we already kinda broke that… twice.” “Well, I say we keep the theme. Jethro. His name is Jethro.” “Dad is rolling in his grave.” Title (TWW) Charlie adjusted his tie. Today was the day. The day he would marry Zoey. There was a knock at the door. He was expecting this. He let future father-in-law in. “Sir, with all due respect, you won’t be changing my mind.” “I know. Abbey wouldn’t have let me in here if my mission was malicious. I’m not here to put the fear of God into you. We need to settle something. I don’t want to called ’Sir’ by my son-in-law - unless it is Doug… or Vic.” “Sir? If I could? I’d like to call you Dad.” Number (Doctor Who - speculation with the new companion) “So what’s the number?” Bill asked, pulling out her cell-phone. “Number?” the Doctor replied, brows furrowing in confusion. “For the phone. This place does have a phone, right?” “Of course! Right on the front! This is a police box.” “So what’s the number? Incase, you know, aliens start invading, taking over the over the US - though that might be an improvement.” The doctor had to pause. It had been so long. So long since he had given someone that number. Had he actually forgotten? He hadn’t even given the number to Clara. Missy had. Maybe Missy remembered the number. Date (Hamilton/JA) 1826. Forth of July. His mouth dry. Let this forever be on the records. John Adams uttered the famous final words: “Thomas Jefferson Still survives.” But, let us rewind the clock. Hours? Five. Monticello. Jefferson hears a piano, violin and a cello. Then he says goodbye? No. Hello. To Martha, to his five children: Jane, Peter, Mary, and two girls named Lucy Elizabeth. Their final breaths were taken on the anniversary of the adoption of the declaration of independence. Then history can start their sentence. As revolutionary men. Flawed humans. So let’s pick up a pen. And say never again. Spoiler My favourite random fact: John Adam’s last words were “Thomas Jefferson still survives.” Jefferson had actually died five hours before. Legacy (Hamilton/JA) “Why are people here so sarcastic?” the foreigner asked. “With the winter climate, you people are sadistic. But the summer is kinda nice.” “Do you really want to know?” the native tempted the ice. “Yes. Entertain a nerd.” “The town was named for King George III.” “Huh? The monarch who lost the American Revolution?” The native cleared the confusion. “Now he’s better known as ‘that king in Hamilton.’ This place is his legacy. Well, one of his many anyways.” “Well, I understand it all now.” “Oh! So you have figured out why people here are so mentally unstable? AWESOME! WOW!” Spoiler Yeah, I guess I should confess this now. I live in a town named after King George III. I’m not kidding. I know it explains A LOT.