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Summary: Fandom Christmas in July 2020 drabble: July 11 - prompt "Ghost of Christmas Past"
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
I See Dead People
11. Prompt – Ghost of Christmas Past
Fandom – Knives Out
Ship – Cablanca, Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera, Marta & Harlan
Title – I See Dead People
Marta opened her eyes and very nearly screamed before she recognized the figure standing next to her bed. Then she realized it was Harlan and did scream.
“Shhh.” He pressed a finger to his lips. “Do you want to bring the whole house up here?”
“Yes!” She rapidly nodded. “That’s why I was screaming. What is going on? Is this a dream?”
“Of course it is, dear girl. Dead people don’t just appear out of nowhere to leave ominous messages, unless it’s horror novel. You know I never dabbled in that genre.”
“Ominous?”
“It has a nice, dramatic ring to it.” He grinned. “I’m here because I want a grandchild.”
Harlan waved her off when she began to speak. “One that’s not a putz. I’m not getting any younger. I’m not getting any older, either. But that’s neither here nor there.”
She blanched at the reminder. “But I’m not—”
“My daughter? Close enough.” He grinned again. “What about that gentleman with the accent? He’s always looking at your bum. He’ll do.”
“Harlan!”
His laugh filled the room and brought a smile to her lips. “I just want you to be happy, Marta.”
“I will be,” she promised.
“There’s my girl.”
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
I See Dead People
11. Prompt – Ghost of Christmas Past
Fandom – Knives Out
Ship – Cablanca, Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera, Marta & Harlan
Title – I See Dead People
Marta opened her eyes and very nearly screamed before she recognized the figure standing next to her bed. Then she realized it was Harlan and did scream.
“Shhh.” He pressed a finger to his lips. “Do you want to bring the whole house up here?”
“Yes!” She rapidly nodded. “That’s why I was screaming. What is going on? Is this a dream?”
“Of course it is, dear girl. Dead people don’t just appear out of nowhere to leave ominous messages, unless it’s horror novel. You know I never dabbled in that genre.”
“Ominous?”
“It has a nice, dramatic ring to it.” He grinned. “I’m here because I want a grandchild.”
Harlan waved her off when she began to speak. “One that’s not a putz. I’m not getting any younger. I’m not getting any older, either. But that’s neither here nor there.”
She blanched at the reminder. “But I’m not—”
“My daughter? Close enough.” He grinned again. “What about that gentleman with the accent? He’s always looking at your bum. He’ll do.”
“Harlan!”
His laugh filled the room and brought a smile to her lips. “I just want you to be happy, Marta.”
“I will be,” she promised.
“There’s my girl.”