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untitled drabble No. 78

Title: untitled drabble #78
Rating: PG
Pairing: Richard Woolsey
Warnings: after the Haegria in "Exsul" in the Ancient!John 'Verse; minor offscreen character death
Summary: A Richard Woolsey vignette
Notes: It had been my intention to write the next instalment from Woolsey's POV. I might still do that, but until then here's a snippet I liked too much to delete but didn't feel right for what I was going for in the next chappie.




78
An Ancient!John Drabble

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“The most important day in a man’s life is the death of his father.”
Sigmund Freud
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10 December, 2006 -- Arlington, Terra, Avalon

Richard Prescott Woolsey the Third dies on a cold, clear day in December without ever asking for his son. A good deal of this can be attributed to the
Alzheimer's that eventually takes his life, but even without it Richard - the youngest Richard, the Fourth Richard, perpetually called Ivey because his parents couldn't be bothered to give him his own name, one without the weight and 'history' of three other lives behind it - doubts that his Father would have asked for him. Richard the Younger's existence was only incidental to Richard the Elder, mostly ever considered when it came time to pay his school fees.


It's been a long time since he was in school.


Either way, he's in a meeting with the new Commandant of the Marine Corps, and couldn't have gotten away even if someone from the facility had thought to call him. It is more important that the Commandant, who's less than a month into his new office and has absolutely nothing in his distinguished service history that might prepare him for navigating the delicate political situation between Earth and the alien city at the heart of a fledgling empire three million light years away. None of the Joint Chiefs really do. They are soldiers and sailors, airmen and Marines. Their jobs are to fight the wars. Richard is more of a diplomat than a lawyer these days; it's his job to prevent them.


It's not until he's gotten home from reminding the Commandant that Atlantis is the goose that lays the golden eggs they'll need if they ever want to defeat the Ori, who are the real enemy, that he gets the news. Sandwiched between a message from his wireless company about lowering his monthly bill and a notification from the personal assistant to the junior-most aide to the Secretary of Defense that his meeting for ten am tomorrow has been rescheduled for eight-fifteen is the news: Richard Prescott Woolsey the Third had died at about the same time Richard Prescott Woolsey the Fourth had started rattling off predicted casualty statistics for a Lantean-Tau'ri war, and if it isn't too much trouble, could he come by and pick up his father's personal effects so they can move the next fancy name on the waiting list into his room?


Though it's too late, he calls the facility and tells them he'll be there tomorrow afternoon. And then he goes into his bedroom, studiously ignoring the liquor cabinet as he passes, and tries to sleep.


What he ends up doing is kicking off his shoes, loosening his tie, and clutching at his pillow until the small hours of the night, feeling so miserably, utterly alone that he wants to call his ex-wife, because having someone care enough to make him feel as small as she can has to be infinitely better than living in a world devoid of anyone who cares at all.


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What he ends up doing is kicking off his shoes, loosening his tie, and clutching at his pillow until the small hours of the night, feeling so miserably, utterly alone that he wants to call his ex-wife, because having someone care enough to make him feel as small as she can has to be infinitely better than living in a world devoid of anyone who cares at all.

That sentence gave me all the feels. Beautiful writing.
I'm happy to provide feels. This one... well, it was a bit emotional to write, so I get what you mean entirely.
I may have mentioned I have strong Woolsey feels. And may have poured a lot of yesterday's frustrations into this drabbley bit.
(nod)

I've always thought that there was far more to Woolsey than the comic releif he's largely reduced to in S5. Then again, I felt the same way about his role in VOY too, so maybe it's just a lingering attachment to the actor.
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