The Pretty List ~ A Lams AU

all extras lol

unused epilogue

"What? No! Is that how it ends?"

"Uh huh," John smirks, sending me a not so subtle side glance. I purposely try to ignore him.

"What?! You mean all that ends on that hippy-dippy bullshit?!"

John snorts and covers his mouth, while I cry out "Pip, language!"

"But Pops, that was pathetic. I thought higher of John!"

"Didn't we all?" I grin, and John laughs and disguises it as a cough, and then nudges me in the arm.

"You loved it." He whispers in my ear, and my face goes slightly red.

"Of course I did." I reply quietly, before turning back to Pip. Of course, I thought it was adorable. I twirl my wedding ring around my finger, smiling to myself.

"B-b-but," He splutters, "That can't be how it ends! What happened to Alex, and John, and Eliza, and Peggy? Didn't you say it was a real story?"

"Of course it is, all the names changed after all."

"What the fu-"

"Pip!" I yell, and John bursts out laughing again. Great parenting John.

"Come on, I'm sure you had the same reaction." He protests, crossing his arms and glaring at us with childlike stubbornness.

I glance over at John, and give him a face. "Sure. Good night Pip."

"Night Dads'. He whispers. He knows I dislike it when he collectively refers to us, and therefor makes sure he does it all the time.

When we're outside his room, John turns and smiles at me, leaning in and cupping my cheek. "Are we ever going to tell him?"

"Maybe one day," I reply, and he kisses me. After all these years, and I'm finally happy, finally content.

So

what do you think happened?

i dislike it

so i didn't use it

here's an au i wrote i think...? oh well

WARNING: i know shit all abt the law system, especially in the us, everything i've learnt if from watching crime documentaries and brooklyn 99

(and i now have an entire document of murder and stuff around it i am on several watchlists and i will try to explain them to you if you don't know)

"John, we both know Francis didn't fall down the stairs-"

"Oh do we?"

"John," She sighs, "You have to be honest with me here. I've been on your side for 6 years, you can trust me."

"Fine, so what?"

"Well," She shuffles in her chair, "Currently, you're the prime suspect in this case. They want to take you in for an interrogation tomorrow, disguised as you giving a statement. Now-"

"Ugh your chairs are so uncomfortable." I groan, adjusting in my chair. Martha sighs and raises an eyebrow.

"Can you focus, for once in your life? I'm trying to make sure you don't rot in jail!"