Wrote this awhile ago, just after the series ended, but I was never really happy with it. I'm still not satisfied, but after staring at it all afternoon, I've come to the conclusion that this is as good as it's gonna get. : /

"I just don't see why you don't want to," Lacey said, frowning. Her companion, against whom she was snuggled on the small but cozy couch, shifted restlessly and sighed.

"I just don't, okay? Can't we just watch the movie? It took me a long time to track this one down."

Lacey bit her lip, and tried to concentrate on Babylon 5: Legend of the Rangers. But the movie didn't capture her interest, and worries still gnawed at her.

"Davis," she tried again, reasonably. "Your dad is going to be at the wedding. I'm going to meet him sooner or later. Wouldn't it be better if we met prior to the most important day of my life?"

He sighed. "I don't think it would be a good idea."

"But why NOT?" she pressed.

He sighed again. "He's not the nicest man in the world. Heck, I don't even talk to him if I don't have to."

"Aw, c'mon, Davis," Lacey said cajolingly. "How bad could he be?"


"As bad as Oscar?" she asked jokingly. No one could be as bad as Oscar, right?


"Try me."

"I'd rather not." He couldn't meet her eyes, looking instead somewhere past the TV. Whatever memories he was reliving were clearly not good ones. "He may not come to the wedding."

"Why not?" she asked, mystified.

He shrugged uncomfortably. "Oh well, you know..he's old...it's a long way..."

"Davis," she said, exasperated, "Mud Field is only a two hour drive from Dog River."

Caught in his own lie, Davis sighed, and looked down at his hands. "He doesn't know about the wedding. He doesn't know we're engaged. He doesn't even know I'm seeing someone. And I'm not going to tell him."

She shook her head. "I don't understand. Sure, you say he's unpleasant, but he's your father..."

"He's old," Davis interrupted. "He's...well..." He paused, steeling himself. "He lived through the Depression...he saw...things. He wouldn't...well, he wouldn't approve, of you and me."

"Why not?" Lacey whispered, though she had a sinking feeling that she knew already.

He turned away from her and whispered, "Because you're not Cree."

She swallowed, feeling nausea settle in the pit of her stomach like a stone. How, in this day and age, could someone – anyone – think like that?

Seeing the unease on her face, he rushed to continue. "They're not all like that," he said. "Most people wouldn't even care. I just got unlucky, I guess." He looked away again. "If you want some time...or you decide that you don't..." he swallowed. "That you don't wanna get married after all, I understand."

"Davis," she said. "It's not your fault. I'm marrying you, not your father."

He visibly relaxed, and smiled tentatively. She grinned, and snuggled closer, and they turned their attention back to the movie.