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Guess what I spent most of the afternoon reading?
Okay, so. In The Future, there will be more Die Hard sequels. In these sequels John McClane is dead, probably from something mediocre like a heart attack during an extraodinarily dull house call to some obnoxious people. In hindsight, he probably died from the stupid, which makes more sense to him than going out in a ridiculous "blaze of glory".
Anyway. Lucy is a cop. She's as ornery as ever, has become even more like her dad as she's got older, and that makes her even more ornery. She's doing pretty much the same stuff he was too, though practically everyone she works with is constantly riling her by joking around that she's following in his footsteps. But she gets even more pissed off if anyone tries to placate her by telling her that she's better than her father at her job - even though that's her typical retort whenever anyone else makes the oh-so-funny and never-gets-old comparison.
She's generally shitty all the time. Oh, and she fights crime. Lots of crime. She's good at it.
Once or twice a month she catches the subway to her daddy's old apartment. New York traffic just makes her even more pissed off, so she doesn't drive on these trips. She chain smokes while she's on the street to make up for the no-smoking in the subways (and most of the streets around her precinct, too, these days). Calms her down enough to shoot the shit with Matt without him raising an eyebrow and telling her to watch her blood pressure. That's always enough to mollify her, and it's moments like that where she misses her daddy most - more than the cop stuff - when she realises how like him she really is, and how much sooner his heart would have kicked off if it wasn't for Matt sticking around and raising that eyebrow at him.
Matt, by and large, is just turning into an old queen, fact that he's barely older than Lucy aside. Even though John used to bitch to Lucy on practically a weekly basis about the battles he and Matt would have about their own brands of macho home decorating and domestic duties, Matt hasn't changed the place much since John kicked off. He's got the computer network set up to manage most of the mundane household tasks, yet still does shit like walk down to the corner at 11 o'clock at night to buy beer and pretzels.
Lucy figures it'll be what kills him some day - carrying on with the same mule-headed behaviour even though John's not around to butt heads with (or for him) any more. She doesn't see the need to call him on it, though. They smoke out the window and talk over the hum of the computer from inside and the clash of the traffic from outside. They rarely talk about John, except maybe by accident, never talk about Matt-and-John - just the same old comfortable "no fly zone" as when John was alive. It comforts Lucy a little, to know that it was never really just for her daddy's sake, or anyone else's "sake", really. Was just who they were - who they still are. Understanding that about her daddy is what got her where she is today, and she's grateful for that - all those times where he *didn't* die in a blaze of glory, letting her get over whatever bullshit she had to get over before things could get to where they ended up. She's a cop, like him. And she's more than OK with that.
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hard4brains.
Anyway. Lucy is a cop. She's as ornery as ever, has become even more like her dad as she's got older, and that makes her even more ornery. She's doing pretty much the same stuff he was too, though practically everyone she works with is constantly riling her by joking around that she's following in his footsteps. But she gets even more pissed off if anyone tries to placate her by telling her that she's better than her father at her job - even though that's her typical retort whenever anyone else makes the oh-so-funny and never-gets-old comparison.
She's generally shitty all the time. Oh, and she fights crime. Lots of crime. She's good at it.
Once or twice a month she catches the subway to her daddy's old apartment. New York traffic just makes her even more pissed off, so she doesn't drive on these trips. She chain smokes while she's on the street to make up for the no-smoking in the subways (and most of the streets around her precinct, too, these days). Calms her down enough to shoot the shit with Matt without him raising an eyebrow and telling her to watch her blood pressure. That's always enough to mollify her, and it's moments like that where she misses her daddy most - more than the cop stuff - when she realises how like him she really is, and how much sooner his heart would have kicked off if it wasn't for Matt sticking around and raising that eyebrow at him.
Matt, by and large, is just turning into an old queen, fact that he's barely older than Lucy aside. Even though John used to bitch to Lucy on practically a weekly basis about the battles he and Matt would have about their own brands of macho home decorating and domestic duties, Matt hasn't changed the place much since John kicked off. He's got the computer network set up to manage most of the mundane household tasks, yet still does shit like walk down to the corner at 11 o'clock at night to buy beer and pretzels.
Lucy figures it'll be what kills him some day - carrying on with the same mule-headed behaviour even though John's not around to butt heads with (or for him) any more. She doesn't see the need to call him on it, though. They smoke out the window and talk over the hum of the computer from inside and the clash of the traffic from outside. They rarely talk about John, except maybe by accident, never talk about Matt-and-John - just the same old comfortable "no fly zone" as when John was alive. It comforts Lucy a little, to know that it was never really just for her daddy's sake, or anyone else's "sake", really. Was just who they were - who they still are. Understanding that about her daddy is what got her where she is today, and she's grateful for that - all those times where he *didn't* die in a blaze of glory, letting her get over whatever bullshit she had to get over before things could get to where they ended up. She's a cop, like him. And she's more than OK with that.
Also, I am so tickled that the Die Hard 4 John McClane/Matt Farrell community is called
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