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Fic -- Laying It On The Table
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Title: Laying It On The Table
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1465
Characters: The Top, his mom
Summary: Continuing adventures in love and family awkwardness.
Warnings: None
Notes: Set in an RPverse. A sequel to Meeting Again For The First Time. The bit about the drunkenness and indecency was real....oh, the shame of a Mexican bender. And thanks to dvandom for the story title!

Rosa Dillon is the very picture of a proper older lady, the type which garners respectful looks from most passersby. She wondered, however, what those good people would say if they knew she was traveling to meet her supervillain son. Roscoe had offered to pick her up at home, but she declined after learning his car was a showy Lamborghini which she rightly suspected was stolen or bought with stolen money. No, it was better not to get involved with that, so she walked. The restaurant wasn’t far.

Roscoe was waiting for her by the patio, dressed in a suit and tie and holding another bouquet of flowers.
“Hello,” he greeted her in a friendly tone as he held out the flowers and then paused, unsure whether he should hug her, shake her hand, or do nothing at all. After a few moments’ thought, he offered his arm instead. “Shall we go in?”
“Let’s,” she replied as she took his elbow, and they went inside. He was accustomed to taking long brisk strides and had to slow to a shuffle to accommodate her more moderate gait.

The awkwardness began once they’d been seated and had ordered, as they then had to figure out what to say to each other.
“The flowers are lovely,” she said appreciatively while admiring the blooms, “although I do hope you didn’t steal them.”
It was a joke, but he looked so uncomfortable that she misinterpreted his response.
“…you did steal them.”
“What? No. No, I bought them at the florist’s half an hour ago. I will show you the receipt,” he replied with a mixture of surprise and indignation. He couldn’t recall his mother ever making a joke before, but reminded himself that she wasn’t exactly the mother he knew. Rifling around in his pockets for the receipt, she told him it wasn’t necessary, but he insisted on showing it. His integrity had been questioned and he was offended, although then he remembered that perhaps it didn’t have a great track record.

“I have not stolen anything in six months,” he said primly, which for him was a very long time but to her sounded rather horrifying.
“Do the police know what you’ve been doing? Are they going to arrest you?” She certainly wouldn’t be bailing him out, and was starting to regret agreeing to see him.
“I’m sure they know, but I doubt it. They have not tried since I arrived in this universe.”
That wasn’t strictly true, as he’d been arrested for public drunkenness and indecency in Mexico, but it was quite a while ago and not something she needed to know about. And the fake arrest to rescue Piper hadn’t been real.

“Well…that’s good,” she said with some uncertainty, and ready to change the subject. “How are your wedding plans coming along?”
“Oh, very well,” he replied quickly, just as relieved by a new topic. “Lisa has her dress already, and chose a tuxedo for me. She said I couldn’t wear my top cufflinks, but I told her I would not wear the tux if I could not have my cufflinks, so she relented. And now she’s arguing with Hartley and James over the suit James wants to wear.”
“I see,” Rosa said politely as she buttered bread. “Who are Hartley and James?”
“Hartley is my best friend, and he’ll be the best man at the ceremony. James is his boyfriend.”
“…I see,” she sputtered a bit, but to her credit recovered quickly. “I guess I’ll meet them all at the wedding.”
He brightened. “You’re attending?”
“I sent the RSVP last week, didn’t you get it?”
He shook his head, but was now very excited. His mother cared enough to attend! Of course, now he would have to be on his best behaviour, but Lisa would probably skin him alive anyway if he wasn’t.
“Everyone will be there,” he said in delight, enthused almost to the point of babbling. “Spencer will carry the rings, and all the Rogues have agreed to go, as well as Patty and the Flashes and the Harknesses.”
It wasn’t so much that he liked all those people as that he was relieved they weren’t shunning him.

Rosa smiled at his obvious joy and thought back to her son as a child, eagerly telling her everything there was to know about tops. The man sitting across from her wasn’t him, but she could see real similarities.
“I’m sure your father would have loved to attend,” she told him, and Roscoe frowned.
“He hated me.”
“He hated the Top, your criminal persona. Not you.”
“I realize we’re talking about two different people here -- and I never met your husband -- but my father spent my entire life pushing me and telling me I was never good enough. That is not a sign of love.”
She had to shake her head, because the two Roscoes sounded ever more alike.
“All he ever intended was for you to be successful and happy. He thought you’d be happy once you’d achieved what you were meant to.”
“He pushed me into things I never wanted. I just wanted you to love me, dammit!”
He punctuated his words with a fist pounding on the table, causing a drink to tip over and his mother to shrink back in alarm, afraid of what he was going to do next. Her fear startled him.

“I’m…sorry. I am still working on controlling my temper,” he said quietly, and began to mop up the spilled water. “This has always been a sore spot for me, but you didn’t cause it; my parents did.”
“Well, it’d be a lie if I claimed my son didn’t say something similar,” Rosa admitted. “We did love him, but it wasn’t easy. He was such an odd little boy and a difficult man. But he was my son and I missed him, which is why I agreed to continue contact with you. And I actually like you.”
“I like you too,” he said in a low voice as he looked down at his lap and fidgeted. He hadn’t made much eye contact with her during the entire outing, though that was his habit and something she remembered from her own son. She’d always attributed it to evasiveness and dishonesty, but he’d explained the Asperger’s diagnosis in one of his letters a few weeks earlier.

“May I ask a favour?” he said hesitantly, biting his lip, and she nodded. “Tell me if it is too forward. Do you mind if I call you ‘Mom’?”
He flushed and looked anxious, half-expecting her to laugh at him. You’re a foolish child was something his mother had chided him with on more than a few occasions in his youth, and this woman wasn’t actually his mother. But she smiled.
“I don’t see why not.”
His grin was immediate and absolutely infectious. “Great. Thank you.”
“I think we both have something to be happy about. In a way, I’ve got my son back and you have a mother. I just hope you’re going to stay out of trouble,” she told him with a pained expression. “Please don’t make the police come calling, or appear on the TV news, or in the newspaper, or any of those things. My son did that and it was tremendously humiliating. The neighbours never let us forget it, and mostly stopped talking to us, even now.”

Roscoe had the good sense to look embarrassed. “Well…I will try not to.” He was now quite aware that the other Rogues considered him mentally unstable, and taking medication was no guarantee he wouldn’t have future episodes. “Lisa will probably keep a tight rein on me once we’re married.”
“Are you going to bring her to meet me before the wedding? I’d like to congratulate the woman who could make you honest!” she said in a teasing tone, and he smiled.
“Certainly, any time you would like. I was thinking of taking you out for Mother’s Day, or she and I can come by another time.”
“Maybe bring her along another day,” Rosa suggested. “I think I’d like a Mother’s Day dinner with just the two of us.”
“Of course,” he said indulgently, beaming brightly at her as he paid the bill. “And I’ll bring Spencer with us; you’ll love him.”

With lunch finished and the bill paid, they headed outside.
“Would you like a ride home?” he asked, and she shook her head.
“No dear, I’m fine. Your car is probably too flashy for me,” she replied politely, and seemed puzzled by his wry grin.
“You said ‘too flashy’…ah, forget it. Let me walk you home, Mom, to make sure you get there safely.”
He offered his arm again, which she accepted with a smile, and they walked off together.

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Yay! =D I'm glad you updated this fic! I really enjoy seeing Roscoe and Rosa moving forward in their relationship to let past aggressions go. It'll be good therapy for Roscoe to mend that part of himself I think :)

I think so. For him this is the transition stage between his previous life of 'mostly a pretty big asshole' and 'generally functioning member of society' :> He didn't quite intend to make the transition (he was pushed into it), but obviously is a better person for it. And in the end he'll realize he's happier for it.

And thanks for commenting!

It's fun to fix those who most forgo as being unfixable as a writer eh? :) It's what I love most about writing is getting into a character's psyche. I look forward to your next chapter my dear! :)

Honestly, I find asshole-Roscoe a lot of fun to write :> But character growth is always a nice challenge because you have to make it believable. And it's nice to see someone move from Point A to Point B.

Thank you!

Yeppers! LOL! And Asshole-Roscoe is a fun read, but dramatic-Roscoe and pouty-Roscoe is also fun *snicker* ;)

Ah, he was often pouty and sulky in the RPG this is based on :> I had several different sulky-Roscoe icons, it was glorious. He's extremely intelligent but often emotionally immature....and while there are definitely differences between RP!Roscoe and canon!Roscoe, I think to some extent they share that trait.

*nods Oh most definitely ;) I don't think RPG Rodcoe is that far off from canon Roscoe :)

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