Mrs. Standish AU, Chapter 2, A Letter to Mother
Standard Fanfic Disclaimer that wouldn't last ten seconds in a court of law: These aren't my characters. I'm just borrowing them for, um, er, typing practice. Yeah, that's it, typing practice. Based on characters and situations from the TV show Magnificent Seven, which was loosely based on the movie Magnificent Seven, which was loosely based on the movie Seven Samurai. Ecclesiastes 1:9b "There is nothing new under the sun." All characters will be returned to their original copyright holders, relatively unharmed, or at least suitably bandaged. This is Chapter 2 of the Mrs. Standish AU, and was originally published in the fanzine Let's Ride #7, from Neon RainBow Press, in November, 2004.
A Letter to Mother
by Susan M. M.
Magnificent Seven (Mrs. Standish AU)
April 3, 1878
I hope you are sitting down as you read this, as I have some news for you. I've gotten married. Her name is Marina.
I'm afraid you two will have little in common. She is boringly respectable.
Ezra Standish crossed that out and rewrote the epitome of respectability. She is a gem of domesticity, and positively delights in keeping me in clean linen and seeing that my meals are on the table on time. She was a Sheffield by birth, of the Chicago Sheffields. Yes, Mother, I married a Yankee. However, she considers my southern accent musical. I have not the heart to tell her how her Midwestern twang grates on my ear. By marriage she is connected to the Henshaws of Franklin county, a prosperous and influential family. Not one of them sane, or safe, he thought to himself.
He tried to think of something flattering he could tell his mother about his bride. He'd be lying to say she was beautiful, or that he was in love with her. Maude Standish would respect a dowry, but Marina had none.
Her hair is red. Carrot-orange, he thought to himself. Her eyes are hazel, like yours. She is
He crumbled up the paper and threw it on the floor. Perhaps it would be better to wait until the next time Maude came to town and simply present her with a fait accompli. His mother was unpredictable; she could go months between letters, and a year or more between visits ... or she could drop by in a fortnight.
Perhaps Rina would be bitten by a rattlesnake or abducted and scalped by Indians. Perhaps he'd be shot helping Chris Larabee run one of the judge's errands.
He might get lucky and not be forced to report this matrimonial disaster to his mother.