This story is a Nagron fic . Nagron is a fandom based on the characters Nasir and Agron in the TV series Spartacus.
Author: MissDorktasic
Website: Archive of our own
Story name: Mira and the doctor
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Agron adored his little niece-adored her clever mind, her general grasp of fabulousness and the way she could manipulate any situation to her benefit. She was a natural. A firecracker. A savvy negotiator.
And she was only six.
Agron couldn't have been more proud of his little Mira.
Seriously, the kid dropped words with the same devastation of nuclear bombs, which Agron thought was hilarious...
Until the day she shined her laser-like focus on him and, honestly, he didn't even know what hit him.
The day started innocently enough. He was in the office, hunched over his desk, pouring over accounts. He really hated bookkeeping day, but Duro was a disaster around spreadsheets and invoices, and Agron could do it until his eyes bled. He was proud of their electrician business which was small but thriving. They busted their asses in school, busted their asses in their apprenticeships and busted their asses starting their own business and all that ass-busting paid off. Both owned their own homes-blocks away from each other-and Duro's hours were flexible enough to work around Diona's schedule at the hospital while they raised their little girl.
Life was good.
Maybe a tad bit lonely on Agron's end, but it was still good.
Until today.
The call came in early afternoon.
"Thank God you freaking answered!" Duro's voice was panicked, uncharacteristic for him and Agron's heart leapt in his throat. "We have an emergency!"
"Okay-"
"There's an accident on I-51 and-"
"Holy shit, Duro, are you okay?!"
"I'm fine," his brother answered impatiently. "But traffic is backed up to the stadium and Mira's doctor's appointment is in less than an hour and I won't be able to pick her up and Diona's at the hospital. Please, God, tell me you're at the office and that you can swing by her school and take her!"
Agron let out an exhale. "Yeah, yeah, of course." He shuffled around his desk looking for a scrap of paper. "Just, uh, text me the doctor's address."
"Thanks, man, thank you so much. I'll text it right now and I'll call her school to let them know you're picking her up," Duro said. "I owe you one, bro."
"Don't even worry about it. I'm on my way right now."
Their office was a ten minute drive from her school. It wasn't unusual for Agron to pick up his niece, in fact, he'd done it quite a bit-he even had an extra booster seat in his truck. He waited for Mira in the school office as the administrative ladies flirted mercilessly with him. Seeing her little dark hair bobbing along with her giant Hello Kitty backpack had him beaming, which set off another round of teasing about his dimples from the ladies.
Mira didn't disappoint either. Her round little face broke into a wide grin-her two front teeth missing. She ran to him and she jumped in his arms.
"Come on, cowgirl," he said, kissing her cheek. "Off to the doctor's."
Her face fell. "We can go get ice cream and tell daddy we went to the doctor's."
He carried her outside to his truck. "And lie?" He shook his head. "Your mom would skin me alive."
