Cheerbaby

Fic #22 - Lists

2007-10-03T00:55:24Z

Title: Lists
Author: 1407graymalkin</a>
Rating: PG
Summary: Tim receives 5 lists.
A/N: thanks to riggins_girl for the beta.

The first list comes from Jason's mom.

Tim knows she's always been anal. Lists of practices and equipment and workouts always littered the Streets' fridge when Tim and Jason were younger.

Then after Jay's accident there were lists describing the 53 different things that Jason had to do every day to live a "normal life".

(They've now got it down to a manageable 12.)

It's only obvious that Joanne Street's list of "things a woman in her 8th month and possibly going into labor anytime now" would be long and full of lots of extra little things that he'll never need to do or know.

(Like that page at the back where it lists how to deliver a baby. He ain't gonna deliver no baby. He's a damn NFL star-- there'll be a doctor.)

Secretly, he's really happy that she's making him this list because last time, when they had Lizzie, it felt more relaxed, slower (which makes no sense, but it did). This time everything feels like it's hitting them like a ton of bricks—maybe because they're older and things could go wrong, but maybe it's also because this is the only baby Jason is ever going to have.
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The creator of the second list is Jason.

He's got 5 pages of things that need to be bought and assembled before the baby gets here – things that Jason can buy, but Tim needs to assemble because he's got the fingers and hands that work.

It's roughly 1.5 pages longer than it was when Lizzie was born and contains a lot of things that keep getting scratched out or altered whenever Tim leaves the list lying around.

Seems like everyone's got an opinion on what stroller, what bassinet, what sling.

Tim takes all the information in and then makes his own God damn decisions.

He decides that his priorities will be if they're wheelchair friendly, safe and nice. Can't have his godbaby looking any less fine then his or her half sister did coming into this world. He once again chooses neutral colors for everything and sets it all up like the caretaker he is. He even paints the nursery with his own two hands.

And one by one the 5 page list gets smaller and smaller until there's only one thing left on it.

1. Put baby in nursery.

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The third list is from Lizzie.

It's a list of embarrassing things he cannot say to anyone now that he's going to be home more. No embarrassing stories about her as a baby, no stupid things she’d said at one point or another. She says that Jason and Lyla don't need this list since they've been living with her since she was born and they just know.

That hurts Tim just a little, like a knife twisting into his gut.

It's pretty stupid and only stuff a teenage girl would find important, but he memorizes it and tacks it to the wall of his room, right beside the door, all blown up and official looking.

She doesn't talk to him for almost 2 weeks before finally cracking and asking for the orange juice because she just wants to talk to her dad.
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Lyla gives the fourth list to him.

It's a list of 25 names compiled in part by Lyla, Jason, Lizzie, Jason's parents, Lyla's parents and just about everyone else they know. He looks longingly at Jason who got the easy list. All he has to do is pack Lyla's overnight bag.

He's got to help weed out 20 of these names as the impartial judge. He isn't impartial, hell, he's worried that if the kid doesn't like his or her name, that everyone will just blame Tim.

The name can't be too common; there were 3 Jasons and 2 Tims in elementary school. Lizzie is one of 6 Elizabeths right now. It sucks when not even your name is special.

It also needs to be able to be shortened. Tim reckons he'd be driven insane if he had to call Lizzie Elizabeth-Megan all the damn time.

"Don't forget we need boy names AND girl names," Jason reminds him, folding a shirt in his usual haphazard fashion. Tim knows better than to take it out of Jason's hands to help.

"We could have gotten one of those gender things done," Tim mutters.

"Lyla doesn't believe in them," Jason tells him with a wicked grin. "Five of each."

Tim hopes this baby doesn't resent him.
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The fifth list is given to him by Joseph Eric Riggins-Garrity Street.

He can't write, but he can yawn and can cry like a banshee when someone takes him away from Tim.

He opens his eyes and stares up at Tim wide eyed.

Love me
Feed me
Play with me
Change me
Hold me

That's a list Tim feels damn comfortable with.

Fic #21 - Hiccup (Part 2)

2007-04-27T13:02:32Z

Title: Hiccup
Author: 1407graymalkin
Rating: PG
Summary: Things never go the way you expect. Part two of Hiccup.
A/N: thanks to riggins_girl for the beta.

They decide as a family to tell Lizzie before Jason's Quad Rugby practice.

It's not one of their saner decisions, but between the pregnancy (damn Jason's mother for suggesting Lyla was a little larger than usual and could it possibly be twins?) and Tim's retirement plans and the legal debacle, their attentions were stretched a little thin.

So thin, that they misjudged Lizzie's reaction by a lot.

"O...kay?" she says hesitantly. "So--does that mean that I have to get Mom to sign my permission forms?"

They give her a collective stare of disbelief.

"You get back to me on that," she tells them. "Daddy, can I play Rugby with y'all tonight? You're a man short," she informs Jason, her leg jiggling impatiently. "And I checked with the coach, there's an extra chair and I've got my gloves."

"Huh?" Jason asks, clearly not following the same train of thought as her. He's pretty sure that if any of this involved actual trains, Lizzie's wouldn't even have been from the same company. And possibly be based in, at the very least, another state---maybe Canada.

"Can. I. Play. Quad. Rugby," she says speaking slowly and clearly.

"Y--yeah. Yes. Sure," Jason says, still unclear why she's talking about that and not more pressing matters.

"Thank you Daddy!" Lizzie gushes, kissing his cheek and hurrying off to go find the abandoned chair.

"Did I miss something?" Jason asks, turning his chair to find Tim and Lyla locked in one of their patented eye conversations.

"We're going to go get seats," Tim says. "You're going to be late if you don't go and suit up."

He's clearly missed something. Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes and counts to ten in his head. He opens them and everything still makes the same amount of sense that it did before he closed his eyes.

"I guess she's more mature than we thought," Tim says shrugging, like it's no big deal that they've been pulling their hair out about this for weeks. He pats Jason's shoulder and heads over to the bleachers.

Jason looks at Lyla, expecting at the very least some sense out of her.

"Have fun," Lyla says, leaning down as much as she can to kiss him. He strains up to meet her lips and puts a hand on her stomach and gives it a little rub.

"You should be happy she's okay with this," Lyla says.

"I am. Extremely happy," he corrects. "I just---I expected with everything going on that she wouldn't be."

"She's growing up," Lyla tells him. "And that's a good thing." She kisses Jason's forehead one last time and makes her way over to the stands to sit down beside Tim. Jason shakes his head once more to clear it, and heads across the gym to the locker room to get changed. He passes Lizzie, talking to a kid he's never seen before. He's probably 18 at best, no older than Jason was at his first practice. He's smiling at Lizzie, and he knows that behind that grin is a kid who's probably grasping so desperately at anything that comes into his life, afraid of the chair and what it means for the future.

Maybe he'll go over and talk to him later. After all, the kid deserves to know that no matter what you think the plan is, it's never going to turn out the way you expect.

Fic #20 - Hiccup (part 1)

2007-04-14T02:53:44Z

Title: Hiccup (part 1)
Author: 1407graymalkin
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes things you think are settled, aren't.
A/N: To shelbecat who is awesome and explained this whole thing to me today and since I was in such a state over the SOS video campaign and wanted everything to be just as awesome, I wrote this piece to make everything just as awesome. I hope y'all feel the same way. Part 1 of a new story arc. p.s. As always, love to riggins_girl for the beta and support.

He's not sure he's actually hearing what the lawyer is saying.

All he came in here to do was to make sure that once the baby was born, that everything that was put into place for Lizzie would be done for him.

This reminds him of the first time that he heard that Jason would never walk again.

It becomes like an out of body experience. You hear what people are saying, you talk yourself, move around, but you're not really there.

You feel like you're floating away from the scene, watching it --- experiencing it, just not connected.

"Mr. Riggins?"

"So hold on---you're saying that I paid over $2000 for someone to put a name on a piece of paper that doesn't actually hold up in a court of law?"

"Well, that's the real skeleton of it. What it is really is that you can't have three parents on a birth certificate."

"But in Canada---" he starts, recalling the article that Jason found. He can remember when Jason found it. Remember Jason's face when he found it.

"I know what case you're talking about and that was on shaky legal ground at best."

"But they did it."

"We're not Canada, Mr. Riggins."

For one brief second Tim seriously considers moving everyone to Canada. Then he remembers Dillon and the Panthers and Billy, Jay and Lyla's parents and realizes that just ain't gonna work.

"So explain this to me again. Who's the father?" he asks, point blank.

"You are." the lawyer replies, voice calm.

"And Jason---"

"Has some legal ties and responsibilities as Lyla's husband, yes."

"But not as Lizzie's father."

"Here's what I like to tell people. It's not about who's name is on the paper. It's about who loves and cares for the kid."

Tim smiles tightly at him. Try explaining that to Lizzie.

part 2 here

Fic #19 - Quiet Time

2007-04-10T02:46:23Z

Title: Quiet Time
Author:1407graymalkin
Rating: PG - 13 (for minor sexual acts)
Summary: Tim and Lyla share a quiet evening together.
A/N: for devilc who inquired after Tim's career, Tim and Lyla and several other such prompts.

They're alone in the house, sitting on the couch watching an ancient episode of Law and Order, when Tim reaches over and puts Lyla in his lap.

It's sort of out of the ordinary. First of all, they've never really been affectionate that way. They'll curl up next to each other on the couch, or spoon after sex, but he's never just picked her up and put her in his lap.

She's tired, so she leans back into his arms, and her body is instantly reminded of how good Tim feels. He's all soft and hard in the right places and his arms wrap around her and she automatically feels safe and sleepy. He splays his hands across her stomach and she smiles.

Tim Riggins loves kids. No one knows (or really understands) that except for the three other people who live under this roof (well, possibly not Lizzie) and Bo Miller, who Tim hasn't seen since he took the Panthers to State.

He doesn't say anything to her right away, just lets her go on watching the TV show.

It's when she moves her head that he actually says something.

"Make sure you're not blocking my view." he says, and she obediently pulls her hair to the other side so he can see the TV, which she didn't think she was blocking because she is lying down and his chin is resting just above her ear.

"Not that view."

She looks down. Oh. She'd forgotten that she'd worn a low cut top after a hot flash, and her breasts have already started to swell like---well like a pregnant woman's.

Normally, she's smack him, but tonight, when it's just the two of them, Jason's coaching and Lizzie has cheer, she does nothing, except maybe preen a little and thrust them out a bit higher, because what woman doesn't like a man to admire her assets.

"I don't think you can really hide them." she laughs. He shakes his head and chuckles, sending vibrations up her spine.

"Naw, you really couldn't." He runs his hands up and down her arms softly and doesn't say anything more.

She shifts ever so slightly after the first hour, and he winces. She turns, as much as one can when one has become a small whale, and lifts up his shirt.

There're faded bruises everywhere. And they scare her a little, because the father of her daughter, and the surrogate father of her unborn child, and more importantly, her lover, is injured, and not fresh injuries either. These are at least 6 weeks old.

"Tim---"

"They're just from football Lyla. It's nothing to worry about."

"You're whole body looks like a punching bag." she says. It's not the fact that they're from football that bothers her. She's long ago learned the golden Texas rule of not letting the scariness of the violence get in the way of the beauty of the game.

He shrugs and gathers her back up in his arms.

"You're going to retire soon, right?" she asks, nestling back in.

"I guess. 16 years is a long time in the game,"

She laughs. "Tim, I think you hold the record."

"Naw. Doug Flutie played 21 years or something." he says laughing.

She kisses his cheek. "Don't go that long, okay?" she rests her ear against his chest to hear his heart.

"You want me to retire?"

She hesitates and then nods. He doesn't do anything, or say anything for a few minutes, but then leans down and talks to her stomach.

"What about you bud? Do you want your old man to quit?"

"Tim, he's not---oh my god!" Lyla says, her hands dropping quickly to her stomach.

"What? Are you in labour? Does Jay have his cell? What about Lizzie---"

"No---I felt a kick..." Lyla says, her eyes shining in amazement.

Tim laughs and sags back against the couch in relief, pulling Lyla with him. "Guess the little man has spoken." he chuckles. "I'll retire after the Superbowl." he says, resting a protective hand on her stomach. "You gonna be okay with me living here full time?"

She slaps his face gently. "I'm going to be more than okay with it." she says.

He grins. "How okay with it?"

"Take me to the bedroom and you'll see." she purrs. He kisses her deeply and picks her up, carrying her all the way to the bedroom and closing the door with his foot. She's already sucking and nipping at his neck by the time he's got her on the bed and is tugging off her top.

Retirement is going to be no issue at all...

Fic #18 - FightClub - Cheerbaby!Uni

2007-04-05T14:26:25Z

Title: Fight Club
Author: 1407graymalkin
Rating: PG - 13 for allusions to sex.
Summary: She loves watching her parents fight.
A/N: I had most of this finished before the new episode, and was hoping that there'd be a cute little talking scene between Jason and Lyla to help me finish. Then Jason decided to make me kill a puppy and it took all my strength to get Lizzie!Muse to write again. She did, luckily after we watched the scene and had a nice pow wow about how she was an AU and I was still shipping OT3 if it killed EVERYONE (and another puppy) and how Lyla and Jason will clearly eventually come back to each other, because this is a TV show and Jason Katims is only human. Long story short, thanks to riggins_girl for the speedy beta so I could actually get this one out on schedule.

She loves watching her parents fight.

Maybe it's because she knows that when they're fighting, they're not fighting at each other, but for each other.

Her mama pushes. She pushed and pushes and never stops pushing her daddy to be bigger than just that guy in a wheelchair.

Whether it's that the glass is too full, or the baby too wriggly to hold (although she's never witnessed this one yet, but she knows from her other daddy that she will, ad-nauseam until she can start acting the scene out right along with them) her mama is always fighting her daddy.

Oh, and he'll fight too. Jason Street hasn't ever backed down yet and he's not about to start now.

Tim finds her one afternoon sitting behind the kitchen counter, rolling on the floor she's laughing so hard.

Lyla and Jason are in the next room and look ready to kill, fighting over---well Tim's not sure. Possibly the creation theory, or something equally ridiculous.

"Have they been at it long?" he whispers, sliding to sit next to her.

She giggles softly. "It started because she said she'd been on her feet all day and wanted him to make dinner."

"Oooo...Bad move by Garrity in the first quarter." Tim says, commentating as if he were in a sports booth.

"WELL IF YOU DIDN'T WANT A CHILD YOU SHOULD HAVE WORN A CONDOM!" Lyla screeches.

Lizzie makes a grossed out face. "Ew." she whispers to Tim, who grins.

"I DIDN'T EXPECT TO GET PREGNANT LYLA. I DIDN'T EXPECT TO EVEN SHOOT!"

Lizzie looks horrified. "EW! Public hearing space!" she declares loudly. "All parental sex talk should be kept to---kept to NONE thanks."

Jason and Lyla both jerk their heads towards the kitchen. "Lizzie?" Jason calls out.

"No. The gross police." Lizzie retorts. "You're both getting fined."

Tim chuckles deeply.

"Timmy?" Lyla calls out.

"Busted." Tim whispers. "I'll make dinner." Tim says standing up, and helping Lizzie up as well.

"See." Lyla huffs. "Tim cares enough about me."

"LYLA! I'm crippled!" Jason snaps.

"Here we go again." Tim says. "You know what? Lizzie and I are going out to get dinner. When we get back, you two will be re-dressed."

Lizzie shoots him a 'You-Didn't-Just-Say-That' death glare.

"Oh, he's not getting sex. Ever. Again." Lyla bitches.

Lizzie covers her ears. "EW." she repeats.

"Good, more for me." Tim smiles at her, pushing Lizzie towards the door.

"EW!" Lizzie says again, much louder.

"What about me?" Jason whines.

"I'll take care of you too, Six, don't worry." Tim winks at him as they pass.

"SHUT UP! THIS IS SO GROSS! You're all paying for my counseling!" Lizzie shrieks, bolting for the door.

Jason and Lyla just blink at him. Tim grins big and winks again, closing the front door behind him.

Lizzie is leaning against his truck, 100% teenager. "You're all sick." she huffs.

"Hey." Tim says. "Don't say that. You know not to say that."

She looks down. "I know---it's just---"

"Ya sometimes wish I was just Uncle Tim."

"No!" Lizzie says, "Never!" she closes the gap between them and hugs him. "I look too much like you to make it believable anyways." she says, resting her cheek against his chest.

He pats her back. "Come on---what do you want for dinner?" he lets her go and shoves her gently towards the passenger door.

She shrugs. "We could go to the Alamo Freeze, I guess."

He laughs. "They're going to be fine."

"I know."

"And they will have sex before we get back."

"EWW!"

He pats her arm. "Look, your mom and dad have only seriously fought once and that was a long time ago. They're stronger than anything that life throws at them."

Lizzie shoots him a duh look. "Are you trying to convince me? Or yourself?" she asks, settling into her seat.

He shrugs. Damn that kid is good.

"Look, Dad, they kept finding their way back to each other, despite everything. They're obviously going to be fine."

He smiles at her as he pulls out of the driveway.

"You're right." he says. "If two affairs, college and paralysis can't keep them apart, nothing will."

Fic: Two Football Players, A Cheerleader and a Closet - AU of both Canon and Cheerbaby

2007-03-27T18:49:52Z

Title: Two Football Players, A Cheerleader and a Closet
Authors: 1407graymalkin and Jason riggins_girl as Tim and mary_trory as Lyla
Rating: R for sexual activities
Summary: A teaser for 1407graymalkin's new AU work. Jason is coming home, but he's not as badly injured as on the show. He'll be able to walk and play again in a little while, but Tim and Lyla did have the affair. is the official premise synopsis. As for this. Smut. OT3. And Dominant!Jason. And a closet. And a horny Tim. What more do you really need to know?
A/N: A team effort and a TEASER. There is more. Much, much more. We just have to get our butts in motion to transcribe and ficasize it. For devilc. There's a new smut princess in town.

It feels like it takes them forever to get to the closet, and Jason drags both of them into the closet as soon as he's sure the hallway is clear. The sun streams down the hallway as he peeks out one last time and closes the door turning to face them.

He smiles slowly and Tim quickly pins him against the wall of the closet and gives him a big kiss. "Much better than laps."

Jason's hands disappear under Tim's shirt. "Yeah, it's too bad he normally supervises runs." he presses his thumbs into Tim's nipples and smirks.

"Oh." and Tim leans into Jay and kisses him on the neck. "I.....I....."

"Hey, don't quit on me now." Jason says, pressing into Tim with his hips, and rubbing his thumbs back and forth. He winks at Lyla and flashes her an evil grin.

"Quit? I ccccoooo...." he braces his arms against the wall and grinds his hips against Jay's.

"What is with you today? Lyla, are you watching this? He's been like this since 6am." he digs his nails in a little and his hand slips lower, resting on Tim's waist by his fly. Tim grinds his hips a couple more times and bites his lower lip and groans from the back of his throat and then sags limply against Jay.

"Oh God."

"Whoops!" Jason says, smirking. "You're so easy today." he kisses him. "I should get you sick and desperate more often."

"I.Can't.Help.It." Tim replies, breathing heavily.

"Poor thing." Jason says. "But it's a nice change. Me having so much power over you." He places a hand on the crotch of Tim's pants. "I like it."

Tim sucks in a deep breath and closes his eyes and lays his head on Jay's shoulder. "Ah-huh. But this IS ridiculous." He moans light and leans in to Jay's hand.

"Yeah, it's a little crazy.' Jason murmurs grinding his palm lightly in a circle. "Has it ever happened before? With you know--other people?"

Tim backs away and leans over, putting his hands on his knees to try and compose himself. "Not even close. Admit it. You slipped a Viagra in my milk this morning, didn't you?" and he chuckles.

"You changed your pants for the first time even before you had your milk." Jason tells him, bending down to look at Tim. "Maybe you're sick? Or...something?"

"That's true. I did, didn't I? Well, if I am sick, it might as well kill me, cause I am NOT going to any doctor for it." He stands up and straightens himself out as much as possible.

"Awww...I don't want you to die." Jason says pouting. "So, you gonna
sit out the rest of your laps?"

"Oh, I don't know. If Lyla feels up to more laps after you two do your
laps, then maybe I can do a lap with her." Tim smirks and winks at Lyla.

"What? So you're sick of running laps with me Riggins." Jason asks smiling. "Fine. I know when my services are no longer wanted."

"No, I'm just an equal opportunity lap runner. I can run laps with you or Lyla." he chuckles.

"Good. Cause I like running laps with both of you too." Jason tells him, smiling at Lyla. "Especially you. And I think I owe you a couple of laps."

"Oh.... don't mind me, guys doing laps is really very hot." she tells him, smirking.

"Glad you like it." Jason says, smiling. "But Tim's a little exhausted." he advances on her. "But I'm not. Wanna run a lap or two with me?"

She leans back against the wall, "I don't know.... I don't think I have the energy" she says with a wicked grin.

"It's okay." Jason says, "We can take it nice and---" he saunters over and presses up against her, so that every single part of them is touching and locks hands with her. "slow..."

Lyla smiles, "I can see the nice, but I don't believe the slow" she tells him as she pushes her hips into his.

Jason arches up into her and smiles back at her. "You wanna lead this lap, or should I?"

"Go ahead, QB1... show me what you're made of. Just remember that I'm leading the next one" she says as she defiantly stands in front of him.

Before she can say anything else, Jason catches her lips in a passionate kiss. "All right head cheerleader." he mumbles into her mouth. "I will." he unlatches one of his hands from hers and rests it on her hip, his hand spreading towards her inner thigh.

She likes this. There was nothing better than Jason when he was being challenged. But, the way he touched her was enough to make her melt.

"Hey...how come you're not having the same reaction as Tim?" Jason asks frowning. "I thought maybe I had the magic touch." his fingers creep forward, towards the zipper of her jeans. And then, just the anticipation of him touching her made her arch against him.

"Never mind." Jason says, "I spoke too soon." he kisses her earlobe and then sucks on it for a second, hand resting on the zipper of her pants.

From the back of her throat, the only sound that she could coherently make was "Mmmm...." And just in case he didn't understand it, she bit into his shoulder from what he had been doing to her ear. She wasn't much of a biter, but if she couldn't scream from pleasure...

"Uuugghhh." Jason moans, pressing into her. He keeps sucking at her earlobe, his hand disappearing into the top of her jeans.

"Oh.. God" she says in a gasp… so much for trying not to be loud. She leans back onto the wall for support and rides Jason hands with a circular motion. He probes her mouth, seeking her out, trying desperately to become one with her. "I love you." he murmurs right into her mouth, his fingers rubbing her softly.

When he says he loves her, that's pretty much all it took to undo her. She was there. His fingers were where it counted and her body was giving pleasure spasms that were difficult to miss. She loved Jason so much... the tiniest things he did to her were enough to make her want to scream from joy. When her spasms were down to a minimum, she finally spoke.. "I love you too."

"I am on today!" Jason crows, kissing her. "I am the king!"

"Jason... shhh--" she signals, and then she whispers.. "---no one can find us here… even if you're the king." she tells him as she tries to fix her jeans.

"Oh yeah, sorry." Jason whispers. "Anyone up for another lap?"

Tim's up against the back wall of the closet. "Ah, I need someone to run laps with me, like NOW." he moans.

Jason looks at Lyla. "You wanna take this one?" he asks, even though he really wants to do it again. He loves being in charge. It gives him such a thrill...

Fic #17 - Realities - Cheerbaby!Uni

2007-03-27T01:05:13Z

Title: Realities
Author: 1407graymalkin
Rating: 14A for sexual innuendo and swearing.
Summary: Second Person P.O.V. - Jason wakes up for the third time from the same dream...
A/N: Another line shamelessly stolen from devilc and another beta from riggins_girl

It's the third night in a row that you've woken up from a dream of you blowing Tim.

Third night.

It's not like anyone notices. Quadriplegics don't really flail around to begin with, and it's made even harder by the nearly 200 pound professional fullback squishing you. You also don't really get hard ons any more, so it's not like he's going to notice.

You rub your eyes and remember that Tim brought a date home this weekend, and normally that means that he actually stays in his own bed for once.

Like a puppy.

You shift him just enough to ease your body out of bed and into your chair, and you head into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Surprisingly, having dreams about blowing your best friend of thirty-plus years doesn't kill your appetite

"I can't compete with you. You can't do shit from the nipples down and I still can't compete with you."

You jump in your chair, only all that does any more is kind of raise your shoulders up and make you look like a turtle for half a second.

Laura, this weekend's date (and last weekend, and the weekend before that's if you're going to get technical and...hasn't she been around for a suspiciously long time?) is standing in a t-shirt and sweats in the living room.

"Sorry, it's just---he really loves you."

You close your eyes, and get that half smirk on your face, the one that means this isn't something you want to hear right now, or possibly ever.

"Do you want help making breakfast?"

"Naw, Lizzie'll be up soon, we do breakfast on Saturday mornings."

You wheel into the kitchen and start pulling out the breakfast things, milk, cereal, eggs---

True to form, Lizzie pads out of her room within the half an hour and yawns.

"He's sleeping in there aga---Hi Laura!" she says, cheerfully instead. Discussing Tim's fucked up sense of relationships and loyalty is a great conversation between a dad and a daughter, not a dad, a daughter and the new (and temporary) girlfriend.

Apparently, Laura doesn't know this.

"He woke up last night from a really bad nightmare and said he had to do something...it happens a lot, I guess. Of course, what do I know, I've only been dating him for a month..." she trails off laughing.

You and Lizzie shoot looks at each other. A month? The two of you are losing your edge. It's got to be time to bring out the big guns. What those big guns are, you're not sure, but Lizzie is clever enough to have a general idea.

You wonder if his nightmare was of him blowing you. Although, with Tim, he'd probably just go and do it, to get it off his mind. It's not like you'd feel anything.

Or would you...

Why are you even thinking about this?

The three of you make breakfast in silence and then Lizzie goes to wake Tim and Lyla up.

Lyla's starting to waddle now, just a little. It won't be long until you have to start changing diapers again.

She likes Laura, which makes it all the worse. She doesn't seem to think that Laura poses a threat.

Laura poses a threat. She poses a threat when it's okay for her to sit at your table and eat your breakfast, with your family.

Oh...

The nightmares about sucking Tim's cock all make sense now.

You wake up for real this time, in your bed, not sweating, because you can't, but if you could there'd be a light sheen over your body. Tim's lying on top of you, and Lyla's rolled over on her side, the first really obvious signs of pregnancy peaking out from under her pajama top. He's got his arm draped around her stomach protectively, and he's smiling in his sleep.

You shift just a little and he stirs.

"Six?"

Still after all these years he calls you Six.

"You okay?" he opens his eyes blearily.

"Yeah...just a dream."

He kisses you softly. You don't even remember when he started doing that. "S'okay now?"

"Yeah...." you hesitate. "Tim?"

"Mmmm..." he murmurs, already falling back asleep, his head heavy against yours.

"Blow me?"

"Huh?"

"Nevermind."

"Night Six."

"Night Timmy."

"Texas Forever?"

"Yeah...Texas Forever." you murmur against his hair.

Because that's not a dream, that's reality.

Fic#16 - I Could Have Been A Real Estate Developer - Cheerbaby!Uni

2007-03-13T02:49:28Z

In order to understand the following, I recommend reading this

Title: I Could Have Been A Real Estate Developer
Author: 1407graymalkin
Rating: PG
Summary: Landry reconsiders his career at the L.A.X. airport.
A/N: 150% for devilc who not only made my not so great day 1000 times better, but also managed to give birth and nurse a plot bunny who demanded immediate attention please and thank you. Also for riggins_girl who beta'd 3 stories today and dealt with my trip into Angstingland (located to the left of Lylaworld)

"You know, I could have been a real estate developer." Landry says, as they step out of the Arrivals bay at LAX.

Tim snorts and fixes the aviator shades on his nose. Beside him, Lizzie whips out her cellphone and checks her voicemail.

"Mom's water hasn't broken." she announces to her small entourage, consisting of Landry, Tim, Suzy (at Lyla's insistence since she was on bed-rest and couldn't go herself) and Herc (because he was married to Suzy and felt that the other three would stifle Lizzie's experience of L.A.).

"I should hope not." Suzy says, "She's barely 4 months along."

"I could have been a real estate developer." Landry repeats. "And then I wouldn't have had to deal with you people."

Tim rolls his eyes behind the shades. "You're the one that booked this press tour."

"No, I booked a press tour for Lizzie." Landry corrects. "And then everyone begged to see you too, and then---" he waves his hands in frustration at Herc and Suzy.

"We need to get you drunk." Herc concludes.

Lizzie ignores them all and puts her headphones on. "Can we get this over with?" she asks loudly over her music.

20 preteen heads whip in her direction.

"OH MY GOD!" someone screams. "It's----"

"RUN!" Landry commands.

"You're an insensitive ass." Herc says.

"It's a figure of speech." Landry insists, doing a 360, trying to find the nearest exit. "What if we hide in the men's washroom?" he asks.

"NO!” Lizzie shrieks in horror.

"Alright, what about the Women's----"

"Absolutely not." Suzy says.

The mob is slowly descending on them.

"We need to make a decision now." Landry stresses.

"Why don't we just sign some autographs?" Lizzie asks. "There's only like----" she counts the crowd silently. "20 of them."

"No!" Landry stresses, growing hysterical as Lizzie reaches into her travel bag for a sparkly pink pen.

"I could have been a real estate developer." he says dejectedly, as the first fan eagerly gets Lizzie, and then Tim to sign their passport.

Suzy pats his arm sympathetically. "You're very good at your job." she says gently, earning her a glare.

"Real estate developers don't make nearly as much as successful television producers." she tries instead.

"I guess you're right." he sighs, sitting down on his suitcase. "20 autographs, and then we really have to go...."

Lizzie dismisses him with a wave of her hand. "Whatever." she says, which makes him sigh louder.

He could have been a real estate developer.

Author's Note

2007-03-01T22:57:18Z

In Case Anyone Is Wondering:

There is a new story coming, however I have a massive tensor on my dominant hand, so my typing speed is greatly slowed.

In other news,

My Bunny Corral is suspiciously low.

*hint hint*

Fic#15 - Love You More - Cheerbaby!Uni

2007-02-24T04:06:04Z

Title: Love You More
Author: 1407graymalkin
Rating: PG
Summary: Tim and Lizzie have a heart to heart.
A/N: I own Lizzie! I just realized that! In other news, riggins_girl is still an amazing beta and this is for jillapet who needed a good fic of love and puppies. This is possibly not that, but I did try, Also in part dedicated to Kyle Chandler's delivery of the line "This is not your brain on drugs."

He gets the news that Walt's died when a lawyer calls him and wants to talk about Walt's will.

He doesn't know why after everything they've been through that his death still hurts, but it does, and after he hears it at 7 at night he still drives out to Dillon and wakes Lizzie up from a dead sleep.

"I'm a terrible father." he says. "All Riggins' are terrible fathers."

Lizzie blinks at him, struggling to sit up and stay awake. "You're a good dad." she says, slowly. "Are you drunk?"

It's the way she says it, like she almost expects it, that makes him break down and cry.

"Daddy?" she asks, crawling out from under her covers and moving over to hug him. She's wearing a mock football jersey that says Riggins 82 on it and that just makes him cry more. "Daddy, stop crying, what's the matter?"

He just holds her and prays to God, who he's never believed in, to make him a better father.

"My dad died." he says after about half an hour, once his silent sobs have died away.

"I thought you hated him."

"I did, but he was still my dad."

"Is that really it, or are you afraid that by the time you die I'm going to hate you." Lizzie counters, curled up in his lap.

He doesn't answer, cause she's probably right, but he's never been good about opening up to anyone except maybe Jay and Lyla because they basically took a wrecking crane to the walls of his heart and started swinging it back and forth until every single barrier was lying in shambles.

"I'm not going to hate you." Lizzie says softly. "And I don't hate you now either, if that's what you're worried about." she looks him right in the eye and he realizes for the first time that she's got the same eyes as him. Kid looks exactly like Lyla, but she's got his eyes.

"I wish you were home more and that maybe we hung out a little more and just talked instead of you taking me places all the time, but I love you. You're my dad."

"It's not enough just to be a dad." he tells her, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

"No, it's not. But you're not just a dad. I mean you fly out here every Friday night almost even though you've got to get to your games on Sundays, just to see me cheerlead. I mean even some of the players don't get to see their parents at the game every week."

He shrugs. "Cheerleading's just as important as football."

She laughs. "You know, half of the girls on the team would kill to have their dad's say that. So right there you just beat out at least 10 other dads in Dillon." She kisses him on the cheek. "And you're just as excited about the baby even though he's not yours." she points out. "That's pretty cool."

Tim smiles. "He's going to be a great little football player."

She laughs. "What makes you and dad so sure he's going to be a boy?"

"Because Coach Taylor wants to coach another Street so badly that it will be." he tells her. "That man was so upset that you weren't a boy, you can't even begin to fathom the mood he was in for days after your birth." He kisses her cheek. "But it's okay, because I like laying claim to the best female football player in the state."

She smiles at him through a yawn. "Do you think maybe I could go back to bed?" she asks. "I have cheer practice in the morning."

"Yeah. Sorry I woke you." he tells her, picking her up and putting her back under the covers.

"It's okay. It was kinda nice talking to you." she jokes. "Maybe we can try it again sometime?"

"Yeah. You got any boy trouble?"

"Nope, Chris and I are great." she says, kissing him as he tucks her back in. "Anyways, daddy has the area covered. He told Chris that it's easier to shoot lower with a shot gun from a wheelchair."

"Does Chris know that your dad hates hunting?"

She giggles and yawns again.

"Goodnight sweetheart." he says, softly kissing her forehead. "I'm glad you don't hate me."

"I'm glad too." she mutters, closing her eyes.

He stands in the door way and smiles back at her. "Love you." he says.

"Love you more." she tells him right back, voice heavy with sleep.

And he smiles because he knows she's wrong.

Sometimes you're asleep I whisper "I Love You." in the moonlight at your door.
As I walk away, I hear you say, "Daddy Love You More.".
- Tim McGraw, My Little Girl

Fic#14 - Alternate Universe

2007-02-16T15:34:11Z

Warning: The following story is why one shouldn't watch deleted scenes at 5:30am.

Title: Alternate Universe
Author: 1407graymalkin
Rating: PG-13 cause Jason swears
Pairings: Jason/Lyla
Summary: AU FIC according to the Cheerbaby Universe. Which probably actually makes it a future!canon fic. And exactly why I should be blocked from the NBC site between the hours of 12am - 8am. Lizzie Street gets her father the best 40th birthday present.
A/N: To riggins_girl, if you'd been on at 5:00am, then none of this would have happened.

When Lizzie Street was born, everyone called her a wonder child. No one thought Jason Street would ever have children of his own.

As a result, Lizzie Street is probably the biggest daddy's girl since her mother before her.

Her daddy turns 40 this year and she wants to get him something special.

She wants to get him a Tim.

Only, she's not so sure what or who this Tim is. She suspects he's a person, suspects he's an old teammate. She suspects that if she asked any of her parents’ friends who went to high school with them, that they could tell her, but she also gets the feeling that she shouldn't bring it up.

All she knows is that whenever her dad tells a story about basically any time up until he loses the use of his legs, he talks about this Tim.

Now Lizzie's an Austin girl, born and bred. She doesn't do things half-assed.

She's fearless, can play Quad-Rugby better than most actual Quads, and loves to watch football. She doesn't play it. Her dad can't really teach her, but he still loves it and she sees the spark it lights in his eyes when he watches.

It's that self-same spark that lights up when he talks about Tim.

She just knows this is a birthday present he'll never forget.

So she tracks him down. It's not that hard, once she gets a list of all the football players in Dillon around the time her father played. There's only one Tim, and his last name, Riggins , isn't that common. She finds an email address for him and sends him a message. It's short and simple. She's the daughter of Jason Street and Lyla Garrity, and she knows that he and her dad use to be good friends, and it's his 40th birthday coming up, and she was wondering if he'd mind coming down to Austin.

She gets a reply back 9 days before the party when she's all but given up and about to go to Uncle Herc for an idea.

When he shows up at the big barbecue, she almost doesn't know it's him. There's so many people there. Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, both sets of Grandparents, her uncles and aunts on her mom's side, Uncle Herc, most of the National Quad Rugby team and Coach Gumby. A few high school friends, lots of college friends, basically anyone her dad's ever known.

She's standing by the door, a clever ruse so she can spot him before anyone else.

"This the Street residence?" he asks, coming up the walk. All the photos show him with long, lanky hair. This man's hair is cut short. Not as short as most mens, but shorter than his photos. He's tall and relatively well dressed, in a nice polo and slacks.

"Mr. Riggins?" she asks.

"You look like your mom." he says. "And your dad."

She blushes and smiles. "Um...you're a surprise. So um..."

"I'll just wait out here."

"Thanks."

He's late enough that they don't have to wait long. Jason opens up all his presents as she's demanded her's goes last.

"Alright Lizzie-Girl." he says once all the presents have been open and all the wrapping paper has been cleaned up. "Let's see this amazing present."

She smiles wide and Herc intones a stage-whispered "Uh-Oh."

"Y'a’ll need to close your eyes." She says. "And don't open them until I say." She waits until everyone's closed their eyes and then places a blindfold over her dad's as an extra precaution. Then she runs out of the room and drags Mr. Riggins in. He stands there, and his face loses a little bit of his color, like he's suddenly thinking this is a bad idea.

"Alright." she says, standing behind her dad, hands on the loose knot she's just tied. "One." she loosens the knot just a little in her hand. "Two." she pulls the knot loose so when he opens them, he'll be able to see. "Three." the blindfold falls softly into Jason's lap. "SURPRISE!"

She expected something more to happen. Everyone opens their eyes and you could hear a pin drop, louder than a bomb.

"Six." Tim says softly.

No one says anything, no one moves. Her grandparents all seem to be staring at her mother and father like one of them might explode. Mr. Taylor puts his hands on top of his head and Mrs. Taylor's got a hand to her mouth. Behind her, someone, probably Uncle Herc, whistles low, as if they can't believe what's just happened.

"Holy Shit." her dad finally says, and his face cracks into this strange mystified smile. "Holy Shit."

The tension rushes out of the room so fast that it's palpable.

"You like?" Lizzie asks.

"Holy Shit girl." Jason says. He's never one to swear, but this clearly has ripped the rug out from under him. "My daughter is insane." he looks back at her. "You're bat shit insane."

"Jason." her mom scolds.

Tim's just standing there smiling, a little uncomfortable.

"It's Timmy." he continues, looking back towards Mr. Taylor who doesn't say anything. He turns back to Tim. "It's really you. Where've you been?" he wheels towards Tim and then continues out the door and Tim sort of just follows, by default almost.

Everyone sort of just stares after them.

"They're not coming back." Lyla says after a minute. "Lizzie---" she just shakes her head at her daughter like she's not even sure what to say to her. "Cake anyone?" she asks.

The party starts to gather it's same momentum slowly. It's strange holding a party for a person who's lock themselves in their den.

"That was a very gutsy move." Grandpa Buddy says softly coming up and laying a hand on her shoulder.

"He talks about him so much...I didn't think it was going to be this shocking." Lizzie says defensively.

"Darling. You don't realize this, and I'm sure you didn't mean to, but you may just have laid to rest a more than 20 year cold war." he says, patting her shoulder. "You really are a wonder child."

More Rant then Fic, but technically #13

2007-02-15T16:45:49Z

Since today is Thursday (FNL fic day) and since there apparently wasn't any good fodder for a real fanfic, I've compiled a list of the MILLONS of IDEAS I have regarding how TPTB can fix the lack of Tim and Jason interaction.

A Laundry List of How Tim and Jason Can Have Another Scene Together: Compiled for the use by the FNL writer's room, because clearly they need some help in this category.

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2007-02-09T10:42:23Z

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Fic#12 - Death Sentence - Cheerbaby!Uni

2007-02-07T03:50:05Z

Title: Death Sentence
Author:1407graymalkin
Rating: PG - 13
Spoilers: Possibly The Whole Series Up Until Now...but nothing actually spoilery
A/N: jillapet apparently has control over my brain. And so does riggins_girl who also doubles as beta. #12 of the cheerbaby series.

"Your daddy is one tasty piece of meat. Mmm Mmmm."

Lizzie seriously needs to look up the sentence for murdering someone in cold blood. Cause if it's low enough, she's decided that before dinner she's going to take a meat cleaver and whack Lisa's head off. Maybe mount it as a warning to the next blond bitch who walks through her door hanging off Tim's arm.

She smiles wide because that sounds like an excellent way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

"What a pretty smile Miss Liz!" Lisa says smiling at her. "I bet you get that from your daddy too."

From behind the couch her other dad, the one that would never bring such a simpering idiot home, makes a hand gun motion with his hand and aims it at the back of Lisa's head and fires.

Lizzie smiles wider, imagining an actual bullet piercing through Lisa's skull. Lisa follows her eye-line and sees Jason sitting there, hands folded in his lap looking the picture of innocence.

"Hi there Jason!" She says in that overly cheerful and loud voice that only idiots use when they see crippled people. "Is it possible I could get some alone with Tim's beautiful daughter so we can get to know each other?"

She wonders how long it'll take to suffocate the blonde bimbo with her own perm. Probably too long to make it look like an accident.

"Sure can!" Jason replies in the same perky tone, mocking Lisa. He wheels out of the room but not before turning back one last time and firing the imaginary gun at her head.

"So!" Lisa says to her, completely unaware that she's just been murdered. "Your mom's having a baby! That's so cute for a woman of her age!"

Lizzie really wishes that woman would learn to use a voice that didn't lend itself to multiple exclamation points.

"So..." Lisa leans closer and Lizzie fights the urge to punch her, "tell me, is it your daddy's?"

The question lends itself to so many answers that Lizzie can't help but smile a little maniacally.

"Let's just say." she says, leaning in towards Lisa. "That it's going to be an awful good football player." and she winks real big and smiles the big Texas smile that Julie Taylor swears'll work on anyone with an IQ lower than 40.

"But I thought your daddy said...." Lisa says, her face falling. "I swore he said that it was----"

"Nope!" Lizzie crows smiling real wide. "But shhhh....Mama wants to keep it a surprise!"

She sure hopes the woman can keep her mouth shut, or Lizzie'll be surprised to see the light of day until she's old enough to be having babies. She also hopes that the woman isn't smart enough to know that there's no such thing as in-vitro DNA tests. And she sure as hell hopes the the woman never finds out that her dad use to be the best high school QB in the state of Texas.

Before Lisa can say anything more, Tim pops his head in from the barbecue. "How are my two favorite girls?" he asks, a stupid smile on his face. Clearly, the Lisa he sees and the one everyone else does are two incredibly different people. "Ya'll hungry?"

"Sure am Daddy!" she says, getting up quickly so she doesn't have to watch any revolting displays of affection between the two love birds.

Her mom and dad are sitting on the back patio already watching the sunset as she closes the sliding door. "If I kill her will ya'll visit me in jail?" she asks, wrapping her arms around her dad's neck and bending down.

"Yes." Jason says at the same time as Lyla tells her, "No."

"Lizzie. Don't kill Tim's new girlfriend." Lyla chides. "If you kill her, how will your dad spend hours on end making her life miserable?" she directs the last part at Jason, and there's a bite to her tone.

"Hey. Hey." Jason says, putting his hands up. "The last two deserved it, and so does this one."

"Jason Street. I have never, in my life seen you act like such a child." Lyla informs him. "These girls turn you into a four year old whose favorite toy has been taken away."

Lizzie snorts, because that's the best analogy of her dads that she's ever heard.

"That's not true." Jason claims, turning his head to face Lizzie. "What do you think darlin', phantom pains or catheter leak." He smiles at her when she makes a face.

"Unbelievable and Ew." She looks back in to make sure Tim and Lisa aren't coming before she continues, "If you really want to go with the catheter, you'll need to make sure you sit across from her at the table and I'll squirt your water bottle onto her leg."

"How'd I get such a devious daughter?" Jason asks while Lyla pouts at the both of them.

"Lizzie. Jason. No." She says. "Sit, be nice to this one. He'll realize she's an idiot all by himself."

They both look at her. "No he won't." Jason says.

"So what are you going to do Jason? Have sex with him in front of her?" Lyla asks, her hormones making her tone short and snappy.

"Maybe." Jason says. "Maybe I will." And with that he rolls down the ramp and into the backyard.

"Ew." Lizzie says sitting at the table. She looks at her mom. "You don't really want Lisa sticking around, do you?" she asks.

"No." Her mother says, sitting beside her, "But Tim's a big boy. If he wants a family of his own--"

"WE are his family." Lizzie says exasperated. She's not sure if that's what she really believes or if it's just what she's says, because that's Jason's party line over and over again every time that a new girl comes in and out of their lives in rapid succession.

"We are." Lyla agrees. "But you can't blame him for wanting someone all to himself. If this is what makes your dad happy, thaen you have to accept it."

Lizzie rolls her eyes and huffs at her mother.

Dinner is particularly painful. Lisa does the dance of a million crippled questions asking everyone but Jason himself. Tim looks uncomfortable and Lizzie knows that Lisa won't be making a repeat appearance anytime soon.

"So what about this little show Lizzie's got?" Lisa asks, waving around her half-eaten cob of corn. "How come ya'll aren't filming right now?"

"We don't film at meals." Lyla says. "It's a family rule."

Plus, Lizzie wouldn't want to confuse the American public with something as trivial as which idiot her dad's dating this week.

Lisa looks a little sad that she'll be missing her 15 minutes of TV fame. Dinner seems to dwindle on forever and Tim takes even longer driving Lisa back to her hotel.

"All right spill." He demands when he gets back. "What damage did you cause this time?"

"I almost pissed on her and then had sex with you in front of her." Jason supplies, from his position on the couch, Lizzie resting on his chest.

"I almost went out to get your shot gun from the garage to kill her and mount her head on the wall as a warning to all future simpering idiots." Lizzie supplies, not taking her eyes off the college football game they’re watching.

"I didn't do anything. I knew she was going to do all the work for me." Lyla says from where she's lounging with a book.

"I always knew I liked you best, Lyla." Tim tells her leaning down to kiss her.

"I know." she agrees. "She's not coming back, right?"

"Nope."

"Good. I can call the dogs off then."

"Aw, they’re cute mangy mutts. They even threaten to mark their territory." Jason and Lizzie glare at them.

"Not coming back for sure?" Lizzie asks.

"Nope." Tim says again settling down beside Lyla. "Can't have someone who you don't like hanging around."

Lizzie smiles. With a statement like that, no one'll be sticking around for a good long time.

Fic#11 - Texas Wedding Pre!Cheerbaby

2007-02-01T22:14:05Z

Title: Texas Wedding
Author: 1407graymalkin
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Little Girl I Want To Marry You & Upping The Ante (1.13 & 1.14)
Pairings: Jason/Lyla
A/N: Beta'd by the spectacular riggins_girl. Only she alone knows how random these things are. Don't own'em. Which is too bad because I'd love'em right.

"You nervous?" he doesn't know what provokes him to check in on the boys on the way back from the church bathroom. Jason's well taken care of between Herc, Tim and Bud Jr. The church is the same church that both Jason and Lyla were baptized in and he's pretty sure the attendance is about on par with a mid season football game.

"No." Jason says, looking comfortable in his tuxedo. They all do, except Tim, who's had his hair washed and styled to look acceptable for just such an occasion, he just looks uncomfortable and like he wishes he could be wearing just about anything else. "I've been ready to marry Lyla Garrity since I was 12."

Eric looks at this room, full of young, bachelors. The things they'll soon learn about being tied to a woman.

"You just keep saying that to yourself son. You keep saying it every day of your life." he places a hand on Jason's shoulder. "Well. I'm going to go back to my seat now. Just remember that it was me before anyone else who told you that if you waited around you'd get your big official Buddy Garrity wedding reception." he pats Jason on the back heartily and goes back out to his place on the groom's side, right behind Mitch and Joanne, who's already crying.

"Be proud." he tells Mitch. "Your boy's done good."

The wedding, needless to say is beautiful. And all done in proper Texan style. Go big or go home.

The reception is even bigger, and for once, Buddy doesn't use his dealership as the meeting hall.

Lyla's a vision in her white dress and she's glowing. When she enters to music with Jason wheeling behind her (and clearly grinning like an idiot at her ass) everyone gets just a little nervous because how exactly are they going to have their first dance.

He suddenly has visions of Riggins dancing with Jason in his arms, and somehow also cradling Lyla. The image itself is so mind boggling that he has to shake his head several times to get it out and misses Lyla getting onto Jason's wheel chair sidesaddle amidst several cat calls. The music cues up, and it's Savage Garden's "Truly, Madly Deeply" which he only knows because Julie use to listen to it all the time. Jason wraps his arms around Lyla's waist and she puts her head against his and they just sit there, rocking their upperbodies for the songs duration. And if it isn't the most heartwarming scene, then he doesn't know what is.

"They're a beautiful couple." Buddy says, getting all misty eyed behind him. He looks straight at Buddy, trying to place the same man who less than 7 years ago was ranting and railing against the fact that the freshly paralyzed Jason Street would want to tie his daughter down to a life of servitude. "Gonna have beautiful babies."

"What if they can't have babies?" Eric asks Buddy gently. He doesn't want to ruin the mood, but it's a legitimate concern.

"Beautiful babies." Buddy confirms, and it's clear that he's pulled a 180 from un-supportive to biggest fan. It's all very in keeping with how he reacts on the field, so at least Eric knows he hasn't entirely lost his marbles.

"Go dance with your daughter." Eric tells him, giving him a push towards Lyla who's waiting with open arms.

The festivities seem to last forever and Eric has never seen a pair of kids happier to be married in his life. Jason's well on his way to writing self-help books for young quadriplegics as well as playing professional Quad Rugby just as he promised. Lyla's running her daddy's old dealership now that Buddy's expanded into several west Texas locations.

Tim Riggins sits at the head table and makes the most heartfelt speech one could ask of a best man. At the end he walks out into the hall and returns with a piece of white picket fence. Attached to it is a set of keys.

"One big ole' hunting ranch." he tells them. "Congratulations." and then he winks at them both, which is strange, but then again it's Tim Riggins, so it's not that strange. He's recently been signed to the Dallas Cowboys for a ridiculous sum.

It seems that the Texas forever they kept promising each other came true after all.

Fic#10 - 4 Things - Cheerbaby

2007-01-25T15:13:34Z

Title: 4 Things That May or May Not Have Aired During An Episode of Cheerbaby
Author 1407graymalkin
Rating: PG
Pairings: Jason/Lyla, Coach/Mrs. Taylor, Matt/Julie
Spoilers: Most Definitely "Little Girl I Want To Marry You"/1.13
A/N: Like Clockwork, new episode = new cheerbaby. Done in different style than all the others. riggins_girl is the best beta/friend any FNL fangirl can ask for.

4 Things That May or May Not Have Aired During An Episode of Cheerbaby

1. Lizzie may or may not have almost caught Lyla and Jason pre-coital on the floor.

She likes to think that she imagined that her mother was on top of him, but he was defiantly out of his wheelchair, and she defiantly looked like a small child on Christmas morning. But she's sure there's some explanation for the face she was making and she damn well hopes that it doesn't involve her parents having sex.

2. Lizzie may or may not have discovered who her mentor was.

When Lyla announces that she's pregnant, and Tim announces that he's going to try and find a wife (rather, when Tim announces that he wants to find someone and Landry announces that he's going to marry this unnamed, unknown someone), Lizzie pitches a fit. She's not really sure what makes her so upset, because she knows deep down that she's bigger than this, but she's upset for days afterwards. She just wants to talk to someone, but surprisingly, despite her vast network of smart people, she feels very alone.

First, she goes to Coach Taylor and the two of them play football for hours in the fading light, and while that gets rid of most of her initial anger, she still hates this baby and hates this unnamed, unknown girl more than she knows God wants her to.

So she spends the night at her maternal grandparents and keeps Grandpa Buddy up half the night talking about very long courtship and engagement of Lyla and Jason and how this baby is a blessing from god. She knows that her Grandfather is really trying to make her feel better, but something about how he says it makes her feel worse. And erases all that calm that came from being around Coach. The fact that this baby is a gift from god and she wasn't (at least that's how she hears it, because Buddy never meant to hurt anyone, but honesty is the best policy and all that, and really, as much as anyone wants to sugar coat it, she's Lyla and Tim's kid and not Lyla and Jason's) makes her want to run away and never come back. She feels like the unwanted baby from a bad affair, which really, given the history of the matter, isn't that what she is?

So in the morning, before practice she calls Uncle Herc, who's not her biological Uncle, but probably more uncle-like than Uncle Billy or Uncle Bud combined. And on the ride to cheer practice he tells her flat out that her Daddies and her Mommy love her and that she should stop wallowing in self-pity because that's what he always hated about her mama and that for god sakes, they'll be so worried about dating and the new baby that she can get into so much trouble and no one'll notice. And that at least she has functioning legs.

He always likes to add that part.

Lizzie smiles at him and hops out of the truck and he tells her that he'll see her at dinner next week and drives away. It's not until the middle of cheer practice when Mrs. Taylor pulls her aside and tells her that if she needs to talk about the baby or what an idiot Landry is, that she's always available, that Lizzie realizes that she's over her little tantrum and that everything that Uncle Herc said was right.

3. Coach and Mrs. Taylor may or may not have celebrated their 45th anniversary.

And Lizzie may have experienced for the first time that the town of Dillon can actually keep a secret. Two secrets in fact. One where the boys all rally around their coach and help him plan a second wedding ceremony and another where Mrs. Coach and the book club all plan an elaborate barbecue on the football field.

It's lucky that weddings need to be catered and that barbecues are best if there's something to celebrate. And it's lucky that Julie and Matt are just like Mr and Mrs. Coach and can't keep a secret from each other to save their lives, or else all the women of Texas would never have made it to church that Sunday.

4. Lizzie may or may not have realized why all those people assumed that her dads were gay.

It could have partially have been the fact that Tim insists on sleeping in the middle when he falls asleep in her parents' room and that he's got a possessive grip on both of them.

Or it may have been the fact that despite the fact that Jason knows full well how to ride a horse by himself that he always takes Tim out on it because he's afraid he's going to fall off and break his neck (Lizzie wonders if this is true or a tired cliche, because she thought the whole reason her dad was a quad was because he'd already broken his neck.)

Or, even more disturbing still how strangely needy and annoying her dad becomes whenever one of Tim's new women come back to the ranch with him. She'd ask her mother, but she wonders if the pregnant behemoth in her place is actually just egging him on for the hell of it.

Whatever it is, it's hard to deny just how much her dads are in love. Even if it's not that way.

cheerbabylizzie @ 2007-01-18T11:56:00

2007-01-18T16:58:50Z

Okay, so I have an idea that's floating around (thanks to the whoever posted here last night) but of course, being me and lacking any new material last night, I'm not sure of what to do. So, as always, I leave Lizzie in the capable hands of her fans. (Since she's been ignored for a couple of "episodes" because of the OT3 drama patrol)

So, without further ado, a poll.

<lj-poll name='Lizzie...' whovote='all' whoview='all'>
<lj-pq type='radio'>
Who Does Lizzie Confide In?
<lj-pi>Coach</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Preacher Williams</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Landry</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Matt</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Billy</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Buddy Garrity</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Mitchell Street</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Tami</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Julie</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Waverly</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Other (please comment with choice)</lj-pi>
</lj-pq>
<lj-pq type='radio'>
Lizzie's Hidden Talent/Ability/Passion is...
<lj-pi>Football</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Singing</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Writing</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Other</lj-pi>
</lj-pq>
</lj-poll>

Fic#9 - Advice

2007-01-17T05:07:46Z

Title: Advice
Author: 1407graymalkin
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Jason/Lyla, Jason/Tim (but not intentional)
Spoilers: Up to and Including "What To Do While You're Waiting" [1.12]
Author's Note: riggins_girl and jillapet thank you for the fangirling. And riggins_girl thanks for the look over, and the RPing. I think the constant flow of Tim/Jason friend!angst helped. Also, a big thank you for whoever put Taylor Kitsch in the "Brokeback Mountain" jacket last week.

Sometimes, Jason wishes he and Tim were lovers. He wishes for this about as much as he wishes he hadn't taken that tackle in his senior year.

Not because he's physically attracted to Tim, but just because sometimes he thinks it would be easier to keep Tim around if just once in a while he demanded Tim to get down on his knees and do him.

Rather, it would be easier to explain to himself why he wants Tim to stay around so bad.

He doesn't understand why he needs Tim so much, or why Tim needs him right back.

He can't think of another two people so dependent on each other.

"I wish I knew how to quit you." he mutters.

The rodeo is going on all around him and he feels a little lost in the shuffle, like a small child, too short to be seen in a crowd.

"Buddy's spreading a nasty rumor about your wife." Coach says, coming up behind him. "Says you're going to have a little Dillon Panther running around this time next year." He stands next to Jason, surveying the action. "Now tell me, why would Buddy spread such a lie."

Jason laughs. "He's not lying coach. Think you can stay alive long enough to train him?"

Coach smiles down at him. "I dunno, last time you promised me a boy too, asked me to stay in Dillon, and then you didn't deliver."

"Yeah, but that was Tim's fault. Too much estrogen in one egg. The poor fetus didn't stand a chance."

"So what makes it different this time?" Coach asks, raising an eyebrow, like he wants to say something, but isn't sure enough to ask.

"This time it's got honest to god Street blood."

"Is that so?" Coach smirks at him. "Well then, I might be persuaded to stick around long enough to coach him. Could make a decent Quarterback, given his family history." They share a look, and Jason's reminded once more just how much of a father figure Coach has been to him. He was the one who had pointed out little Timmy Riggins to him way back when.

"Go over there son. He's a good player, but a lost sheep. Show him the way, guide him. Practice being a good captain."

And Jason had wandered over to the boy with the too long hair who spit on the ground and looked a little rough around the edges.

"I'm Jason. You're Tim and we're going to be friends." he'd informed him.

It was a start down the road to hell as far as Jason was concerned. What was the phrase--the road to hell is paved with good intentions. He should have that etched into his gravestone.

"How's Tim handling the fact that it's all your doing?" Coach asks, Jason's never been sure just how much Coach or Mrs. Taylor know about their little relationship, but they always seem to get right to the heart of the problem.

"He seems okay. He's been a little distant, but he's Tim so you can never tell if that's intentional or not." Jason says, rocking the wheels of his chair back and forth a bit.

"You know, in all my years of coaching the two of you, I noticed something. You never had to be told that you'd done a good job, or that you were an asset to the team. You just knew it, understood it and took it to heart. But Tim always needed to be reminded that he was an important asset. If you ignored him for a practice, or beat up on him real hard, he'd just shut down. And as a coach, I couldn't sit there and hold his hand through that. S'why I set the two of you up in the first place. You were always a good captain Jason, never forget that, on the field and off, you were always a leader because you knew how to talk to your troops."

Sometimes, he wonders if part of Coach's magic is that he can read minds. He stares thoughtfully off into the crowd, thinking about what Coach has said. He needs to show Tim why he's still needed, remind him of what an asset he is.

"Jason?"

"Hmm?" he's found Tim in the crowd, standing off to the side with Matt Saracen and Landry, who's making some strange gestures with his hands.

"Today. The moral of my speech was that today, you should find Tim Riggins and remind him about how much he's needed."

Jason has to laugh as he rolls away, because he knows that Coach can't help but meddle. He's a coach, it's in his blood.

"And Jason." he spins his chair around to face the man who's like a father to him. "Clear Eyes, Full Hearts--" he stops, and waits for Jason to finish the line he's been reciting since he could talk.

"Can't Lose."

Fic#8 - Repeat Airing - Cheerbaby

2007-01-12T21:18:39Z

Title: Repeat Airing
Author: 1407graymalkin
Rating: PG
Pairing: Mentions of Jason/Lyla, Tim/Lyla, Tim/Tyra, Tyra/OC, Tim/Landry and Coach/Mrs. Coach
Spoilers: Up To And Including "What To Do While You're Waiting"
Author's Note: riggins_girl you are my love for beta-ing. Thanks also to the writers of FNL. You're crack makes me an addict. Also, give a hand to Annie Palecki in all her amazingness. (also I don't happen to own this series. If I did...lets just say Lyla wouldn't have ever had to chose. EVER)

He's sees her from across the dusty fairgrounds.

She doesn't look exactly like she did on graduation, but he's sure it's her.

That, or he's got the ghost of rodeos past haunting him.

Jay bumps his leg and tells him that he and Lyla are off to go find Coach and Mrs. Taylor.

His eyes never leave the edge of the fairgrounds and he notices that she's coming closer now. She must have spotted him too. He stays where he is, rooted to the spot, feeling like an idiotic 17 year old driven by hormones again.

"I saw you on TV." she says, her long legs carrying her all the way to him. "That really your daughter."

"That's my baby girl." he says softly.

"She looks like Lyla."

"Tyra stop." He wants to catch her hands in his and hold her there. To say the things he said 25 years ago, before he settled down and got smart. He wants to say them again and say them right.

"You're not the same person, Tim." she tells him, matter of fact. It takes the wind right out of his sails. All the things he wanted to say, just to tell her that he'd grown up, and she'd already known.

There's a lapse of silence again. They never were much for talking.

"She's a real firecracker. My daughter's absolutely hooked on the show."

That surprises him. The fact that Tyra has a kid. She never seemed the type to procreate.

A man appears behind her and places a hand on the small of her back. An international signal that she's his.

"I parked the car about 5 miles away. You'd think that the whole town was here." his accent is foreign, which is even more startling. Tyra's done a lot of growing up too, it seems.

"Tim. This is Greg. Greg, this is Tim."

"Your daughter has that TV show, right?" Greg asks, extending his hand. It's like he's from another planet. "It's pretty good. But I don't get why the other guy lives with you and your wife."

Tyra looks like she might die from the laughter she's holding in.

"Greg. I told you. The other guy is the husband." she finally manages to compose herself long enough to say.

"Mom! Lizzie Riggins is here! Why the hell didn't you tell me?" a third person crashes their little reunion and it's clear that she's Tyra's baby girl. Lizzie may look like Lyla, but she doesn't hold a candle to this girl. The Collette genes are still going strong. She notices Tim and her eyes bug for just a fraction of a second. "Mom." she says urgently.

"Darling. This is Tim Riggins. He was my high school sweetheart." Tyra tells the girl gently. She looks younger than Lizzie, 13 or 14 at best.

"Come on baby-bear." Greg says, pulling his daughter away before she causes a scene by combusting. "Lets go try some of that famous Texas barbecue your mother's always gloating about.

"So tell me." Tyra says, once they've left. "How'd you end up entangled in Lyla Garrity's web."

He doesn't answer, the answer is too long and complicated and she'll just judge him.

"Tim!" Lyla's calling to him from across the grounds. She's standing slightly apart from Jason, Coach and Buddy and from the look of boredom that illuminates her face, you're sure they're talking about the Panther's up coming game.

"You'd better go." Tyra says, already looking off in her own direction towards her daughter and husband.

"I missed you." he says suddenly, having to get something out.

"Tim don't." she replies, and walks away, exactly the same way she did 25 years ago.

You stare after her for a good long time.

"Why you let that one go, I'll never understand." Landry appears out of no where, with Matt Saracen by his side.

"He wasn't in love with her, Landry." Matt says, his texan accent still apparent after spending the last 15 years in Chicago. His youngest, 5 year old Christine, is hanging off his back like a small monkey. She's looking around at the rodeo, her eyes wide.

He remembers when he brought Lizzie here for the first time. Jay and Lyla having a kid without his help put a lot of things in perspective for him. He feels older now, and in a strange way, useless.

He woke up last night and realized that 25 years and a successful football career later, he was still somehow riding on the coattails of Jason Street's life.

"You know what I think?" Landry says. "I think we need to find you a girl."

He makes it sound so simple, which in theory it should be. He's good looking, has a successful high paying job as a professional football player, he's a television star now, and he knows how to settle down and have a family.

But when you tell a girl on the 3rd date, that you've got a crippled best friend and his wife back home that you support financially and emotionally, then suddenly, prospects dry up.

"We'll find someone for you. Maybe you just gotta get out of Texas." Matt suggests, switching Christine to his front.

"Yes! Matty that is brilliant!" Landry says, whooping. "We'll do a press tour for Cheerbaby. New York, Orlando..." he trails off, the wheels in his head clearly turning a mile a minute.

"Landry I have work." Tim reminds him gently, afraid of what will happen if he disrupts him.

"Nonsense. Football season's almost over." Landry says, waving him off.

"Playoffs aren't until February." Matt tells him.

"Boys, boys. Think big picture." Landry tells them. "It's all about timing. If we do this right, we can kick off the second season of Cheerbaby with the wedding."

"What wedding?" Matt whispers to Tim. "There's no girl yet."

"I don't think that matters," Tim replies out of the corner of his mouth. "If he has to, Landry'll marry me himself."

Fic#7 Saturday's News - Cheerbaby

2007-01-07T23:48:24Z

Title: Saturday's News
Author: 1407graymalkin
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Jason/Tim/Lyla
Spoilers: Up to Nevermind.
Author's Note: For riggins_girl speediest beta on das planent. I'm pretty sure this was sent out an hour ago. Also to the leader of the Cheerbaby Plotbunnies jillapet. Continue to cultivate the little buggers.

She tells him on a Saturday.

He knows it was a Saturday, because Tami Taylor had pulled up that morning and swept Lizzie off to buy clothes with Amanda and Christine.

He also knows what time it was because he was watching a special Primetime Sneak Peek for Cheerbaby fill the big screen.

Landry had changed the whole concept 2 weeks prior. He'd removed all the cameras from the house and handed Lizzie and all her closest friends high quality video cameras. "Go. Film. Be Merry." he'd informed them.

And they had. Fast shots of Dillon, The 2006 playoffs, Interviews of Tim, Home Footage of himself and Lyla, football games, various parties and Buddy's dealership. All voiced-over by Lizzie.

"Jay?" Lyla climbs onto his lap, facing him, legs tucked neatly under her. "Can we talk?"

She's wrapped her arms around his neck and cuddles into him.

"Something wrong?" he asks, reaching for the remote balanced on the left armrest. He turns the TV to mute and pulls her close to him.

"I'm pregnant." she purrs at him, pulling one of his hands down to rest on her stomach.

"Pregnant?" he asks, surprised. "But you and Tim said you were using protection now. We decided that we were too old for another baby.”

"Not mine and Tim's." she corrects, her smile widening. "Mine and yours."

He blinks at her, unsure of what he's just been told.

"Ours?"

"Ours." she says, kissing him, behind his ear.

"But we..."

"I know."

"And I haven't--"

"You did two weeks ago. This baby is yours Mr. Street."

"Mine?"

"Yours."

"We've got to call Tim." He almost tries to get up, something he only does when he's too excited to remember that he can’t. "I need the phone."

"Jason. Wait. I want to celebrate." She's moving along his neck, and down towards his chest.

"We will. I promise." he says. "Phone, please."

"Jason. This is between us. For once it's between just us." She gets up, clearly distraught.

"Lyla." he catches her arm. "Lyla come here." She sits back down on his lap, no longer facing him. "Lyla. Nothing is between us. Nothing's been here between us since we were Lizzie's age. We're not a couple. We're a threesome. He's as much a part of this relationship as you or me. He gave us Lizzie. He bought us this place. He takes care of us."

She sighs and gets up, taking the phone out of its cradle. "I gave us Lizzie too."

"You gave us both Lizzie. And now you're going to give us both this one." He pats her belly fondly.

She smiles at him. "I am." she gives him the cordless and sits back in his lap, and he wraps a protective arm around her waist, right where he knows there's a tiny baby growing. He speed-dials Tim and presses speakerphone.

"Promise me one thing?" he whispers, as it begins to ring.

"Mmm?" she purrs again, kissing his cheek.

"This time, I want a little football player."

The Plot Bunny Corral v.1

2007-01-04T21:44:39Z

Okay. Ladies. Go At It.

I write best with massive prompts. So prompt away and I can churn out at least for another couple of days.

Fic#6 The Man In Charge - Cheerbaby

2007-01-04T21:42:56Z

Title: The Man In Charge
Author: </a></a>1407graymalkin
Rating: PG-13 just in case.
Pairing: Jason/Lyla/Tim and Possible Landry/Tim (But you'll have to squint. And imagine Landry looking at Tim like he did last night at the concert)
Spoilers: Spoilers for Nevermind/Episode 1.11
Summary: Meet the man in charge of Cheerbaby.
Author's Note: More from the Cheerbaby epic. Thank you </a></a>riggins_girl for the super fantabulous beta. </a></a>rachel_wilder this is for you and your damn Landry/Tim fic challenge. I'm sure this isn't what you meant. See if you can spot the character references.

Tim's cellphone rings as he watches Jason wheel out of his office.

"Tim. Landry. How's the filming going?"

Tim suddenly remembers who's to blame for all this.

"Landry Clarke."

"Uh oh! That's the scary voice." Landry's come a long way from the kid screaming into a microphone at an empty bar. He's head of development now at MTV. The kid who made Matt Saracen buy a Member's Only jacket is the pulse of American pop culture.

"What the hell was I thinking, letting you talk me into this reality show!"

"Hey, hey. Crucifictorious has never done wrong. It is a Hit. Making. Machine!"

"Ya know Landry. Naming your production company after a failed Metal Speed Band--"

"CHRISTIAN Metal Speed Band."

"Whatever Landry. The show is terrible."

"Yeah, why?" Landry's no longer the geek he was. He's a ruthless New York man.

Tim falters. "Well they're ignoring Jay."

"Look, Timmy. Jason Street might be a big name in Dillon, Texas, but the rest of the world, they just don't care. They want Tim Riggins of the Dallas Cowboys. Not his crippled boyfriend."

"That was low, Landry."

"I'm just telling it like it is. Always telling it like it is."

"Yeah, well, I'm going to tell it like it is too. Lizzie's not happy with her show, and it's just not going to fly."

That gets Landry's attention.

"Well that just won't do. That just won't do." he hangs up without another word, leaving Tim even more confused than he was before the call.

Landry shows up the next morning, all sunglasses and tailored suits.

"Miss Eliza!" he calls out the second he sets foot in the ranch. "What is this I hear about you not liking your own show?"

It really is too damn early for a dose of Landry Clarke. Jason's in just his sweats holding a cup of coffee. Lyla's all wrapped up in a bathrobe, on the phone will Tami Taylor planning some big how'd you do for someone or other.

And Tim's dripping wet, fresh out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist.

Only Lizzie is dressed. All done up and ready to go off to hear Preacher Williams do what he does best.

"Damn right I don't like my show. They're cutting out one of my dads. Is this show about me, or is it about him?" she jerks a thumb in Tim's direction, as a droplet of water slips down Tim's chest and hits the floor.

"You better clean that up." Lyla threatens, not once stopping her conversation with Mrs. Taylor.

Landry smiles at her, wide and vaguely devilish. "It's about you Eliza. All about you. And your wonderful quirky family. Which happens to include the star running back of the Dallas Cowboys."

"Which is why I got this show."

"Which is what helped you get this show." Landry corrects. "You're a wonderful girl. Someone who people will love to watch every week. So tell Uncle Landry what's wrong."

"Don't do that. It makes you sound gayer than you already are." Lizzie huffs.

"Lizzie! Apologize!" Lyla reprimands. "Tami I've got to go. My household is going to hell in a hand-basket without me. We'll talk after church about the you-know-what. Uh huh, you too. Say hello to your grandbabies"

"Now, now, Lyla. It's all right." Landry says. "Tell you what Eliza. You. Me. Lunch after church. Lyla. Did you say that the Taylor Grandbabies were in town? Excellent, excellent. I can kill two birds with one stone. Spoil my new star and spoil my godkids." he heads out the door, just as quickly as he came.

"That man." Lyla says, wandering off to get herself ready. Lizzie huffs once more and whirls off to do whatever it was teenager girls did.

That left Jason and Tim.

"You call Landry down here?"

"He called me. But I told it like it was."

"Good job Tim. Good job."

"I'm just doing my job, Street. Like you told me to."

"Yeah? Just doing your job. Then go get dressed." Jason says, wheeling towards Tim. "Go on. Go. We need to get dressed."

Tim smiles and goes. Because that's what he does, he listens.

Fic#5 Credits - Cheerbaby

2007-01-04T21:41:17Z

Title: Credits
Author: </a></a>1407graymalkin
Fandom: Friday Night Lights
Rating: PG-13 for things that happen later....
Pairing: Jason/Lyla, Tim/Lyla, Jason/Tim
Spoilers: Let's just say up until "Different For Girls" to be safe
Summary: Credits are important...
Author's Note:Set in the Game Plan Universe (All About Jay, The Game Plan, In Ten Years and Cheerbaby) to my commenters, who apparently love this crack alot. And to Michael Ausiello of TV Guide's Ask Ausiello who drove me insane with his "scoop" today on FNL (the part in question can be found here). I swear. If they do what I hope they will I'll write a massive story of love and thanks to the fandom gods. Unbeta'd version for now.

They try shooting the title sequence first.

Lizzie's suppose to wander around the house and keep stumbling on Tim to the musical styling of Tim McGraw and his "hit" My Little Girl.

Jason can't think of anything more fabricated. Firstly, the song doesn't really suit Tim. This is the boy, who when Jason took Lyla to Prom, wouldn't dance with Lyla during the slow songs, even when she asked. He's not romantic, the sentiment is too slow and it just doesn't work.

He hides in the bathroom while they're filming. He's not the NFL star, he's not suppose to exist.

Lizzie looks thoroughly pissed of that they have to listen to Tim McGraw agnosium. Jay tries to catch her eye and smile at her, but she's so concentrated on getting from room to room and getting this over with that it's no use.

She takes a wrong turn, and stumbles into the dark bathroom.

"Shit."

"No swearing, Lizziegirl." Jason reprimands quietly, as some fancy music director yells down the hall to stop everything.

"Elizabeth-Megan Riggins!" Lyla rounds the corner. "What is wrong with you."

"Elizabeth-Megan Street Garrity-Riggins!" Lizzie corrects under her breath and storms out of the overly wide doors that liter the ranch for Jason's chair.

"What's up?" Tim asks, wandering in, as he always does, once the initial action is over.

"I don't think she likes the title credits." Jason supplies, "I'll go talk to her..." he wheels off towards where he can hear Lizzie bitching at her boyfriend Chris over the phone.

"It's just ARGH!” Lizzie lets out a frustrated half-shriek into the phone, “You know, No one's consulting me and it's ridiculous. It's like they want to pretend that Tim's here all the time and he's just not and it's really frustrating pretendin' he is." Jason's never heard her call her other daddy by his full name and he wonders how long she's been doing that for, and if he gets the same treatment.

"And the song that they're using is ridiculous. It's by Tim McGraw. Don't they know how 1990's that is? No--there's no camera around. Thank god. It's really annoying you know, I just wanted to do something fun, where it follows me around all the time, but they want to set shots up and have a lot of me talking to my parents, only it's apparently really hard apparently to frame a shot with a wheelchair, so you know, just mostly me and my mom and then me and Tim. And now, they want me to go out to Dallas with him and spend a couple of weeks out there, like I don't have school here in Dillon or whatever. I have homecoming to win, you know." she pauses again and Chris must have said something right because she got this smirk on her face. "Love you too, babe." she says, and clicks off the phone, noticing him for the first time.

"Hey daddy." she calls them both daddy, like they'll know which one she's talking to.

"Hey." Jason says, wheeling up to her. "What was up back there? You know you don't walk away from a commitment."

She snorts at him and shrugs. "Whatever. I'm not having that as my title sequence. Chris is bring over some people and we're going to shoot our own." she looks so happy about it that he doesn't feel right bursting her bubble. He still sees something on her face, that doesn't match the emotion in her voice, it’s a little sad and a little far away, like there's something she's not telling him.

"Alright, don't do anything I wouldn't do." he says, and she smiles at him, the grin still not meeting her eyes.

"I won't, Daddy." she tells him, and bounces off to god-knows-where. He turns around and wheels back out into the living room, where Lyla, Tim and Brenden are seated on the half-moon couch, heads together in silent planning.

"Is she coming back?" Brenden asks, furiously replying to something on his Blackberry 7000.

"No." Jason tells him, wheeling up to rest beside the couch.

"No?" Lyla echoes.

"No."

"We need those credits shot." Brenden tells him; although Jason gets the sense that Brenden's talking around him, and not to him. "Can't do a series without credits."

"She's making her own." Jason tells him, turning to Tim. "Timmy can I talk to you a sec?"

Brenden's face is slack. "She's what?" he begins to poke furiously at his Blackberry's keypad and Lyla looks just as concerned.

"Tim." Jason says pointedly, and Tim gets up, like a puppy, whose been following Jason around since Pee Wee. Jason leads them into his study down the hall. "Shut the door."

Tim does, never asking any questions, that's his Tim. "Come here." Jason commands. Tim does, bless his unwavering loyalty .

Jason pulls him down to eye level using the collar of his well-worn shirt. Tim may be strong, but Jason still works out every day, and plays murderball every two weeks.

He kisses him hard, and demanding, and Tim almost opens his mouth in response, except he's not quite sure if Jason'll accept his tongue or bite it off. They stay like that for a minute, lost in the kiss and the confusion.

Finally, Jason breaks free. "You love us, right?" he asks, looking into Tim's eyes, and Tim's fallen to his knees now, and has his hands on Jason's long dead legs.

"I love you." Tim responds.

"You love us, right?" Jason repeats, and his tones clear that Tim's gonna have to answer the right way.

"I love you all from the bottom of my heart. The three of you are my world." Tim replies, and Jason finally lets go of his collar.

"Good." he says, "Then you'll be home one day out of every week. Friday is best. And you'll take Lizzie out, and you're going to be her dad, Tim. Full time, just like me."

"What's this about, Jay. I don't understand." Tim says. “I am her dad.”

Jason waves him off.

"Nothing. Just follow the game plan. You can do that. Can't you?" Jason asks, kissing him one last time. "Follow the game plan, Tim."

"I always follow my Quarterback, Street." Tim replies.

Fic#4 Cheerbaby - Cheerbaby

2007-01-04T21:37:57Z

Title: Cheerbaby
Author: </a></a>1407graymalkin
Fandom: Friday Night Lights
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of sex
Pairing: Jason/Lyla, Tim/Lyla, Jason/Tim (sorta. kinda. you know how this line works.)
Spoilers: Let's just say up until "Different For Girls" to be safe
Summary: Jason was right, Tim didn't remember about MTV.
Author's Note:Set to be paired with All About Jay and The Game Plan and especially In Ten Year. So much so that it takes place only a few days after In Ten Years ends. Love to my commenters, because the plot bunnies love them and turn into giant plot rabbits of WRITE ME NOW when someone comments. Also, Love to </a></a>summerstorm We have a wonderful, few hours old relationship where I send her random crap and she edits it into prettiness, all while procrastinating on her own fic. It's a match made in Lylaworld.

"I'm home!" Tim barrels through the door at his usual gait, two hours until the game and straight into a screaming match between Lyla and Lizzie over Lizzie's liberty at last week's game.

And seven different cameras, all of which were seconds ago focused on the two women, swing round to focus on him.

Jason hears this all from his study down the hall and can just imagine the scene that's unfolding.

"What the hell?" Tim asks, his voice low and confused. "Lyla?"

Jason saves his word documents and shuts his computer down, taking his sweet time. Anything that involves Tim always takes a while to start, a while to finish and a while to end.

By the time he actually wheels his chair into the foyer, Brenden's already there kissing ass.

"Tim Riggins! You. Are. My. Hero!" he says, practically kneeling in adoration. Lizzie looks incredibly uncomfortable and shoots a look back at her father, a silent plea to excuse her from this mess.

He nods at her, and wheels forward as she practically flees the room. "Welcome home," he says, watching with deep amusement the silent conversation Lyla and Tim seem to be having with their eyes. He bumps Tim's leg with his wheel and Tim shakes his head, like a dog shedding itself of water.

Then it all goes south.

Tim leans down and brushes a soft kiss on Jason's hair. It's not the first time, but it's still strange. Maybe he mistakes Jay for Lyla in all the confusion, or maybe he really meant to do that and forgot that there's a whole crew of cameras on them.

Lucky for everyone, Lyla most defiantly remembers that the camera crew is there.

"OUT!" she demands. "OUT! All of you!" No one moves, and her eyes flash anger and fear. "NOW!"

They scatter, except Brenden, who hesitates just a second too long and Lyla growls at him.

Both Jason and Tim regain their senses long enough to be incredibly turned on before she starts in on them.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asks Tim, moving close enough to poke him square in the chest. "There are cameras here."

"Yeah, why is that, Lyla? I don't remember signing anything."

"Well, you did!"

"STOP!" Jason bellows, and realizes his sentiment is echoed by Lizzie, who's re-emerged.

"Daddy, y'all are being stupid," she says, standing there in her Panthers cheerleading uniform, looking exactly like Lyla, senior year. "You signed the damn consent months ago. They're from MTV," and with that she stomps out the door, past them and into the waiting truck of her cheerbuddies.

Lyla shrieks in frustration and storms off to deal with Brenden. Jason almost feels sorry for him. "Don't forget the game!" he calls after her.

"MTV?" Tim asks, crouching down, like he always does to talk to Jay. It's almost annoying after 25 years.

"MTV. Gonna be called Cheerbaby or Riggins Ranch…something like that."

"Cheerbaby?"

"I wasn't paying much attention."

"Now that's not like you." Tim knocks foreheads with him, and places a kiss on his lips, chaste and even more strange than the last one.

"Hey, stop that. What's this all about?" Jason murmurs, puzzled.

"Well, Lyla's not available, so..." Tim smiles, like the real answer to a secret that he'll keep forever.

Jason punches him, but it's light and he's smiling too.

"Go get ready for the game," he says. "Go get ready for the game."

Fic#2 The Game Plan - Pre!Lizzie

2007-01-04T21:31:45Z

Title: The Game Plan
Author: 1407graymalkin
Pairings: My First OT3 Jason/Lyla/Tim...well sorta. Actually Lyla/Jason and Lyla/Tim
Warnings: If you watched Ep. 6 and weren't offended nothing will offend you here.
Rating: PG - 13, allusions of underaged sex, allusions of underaged drinking and mentions of sex.
Dedicated To: Scott Porter, Taylor Kitsch and Minka Kelly. I hope you never learn what we've already begun to do with your characters.

At first, Jason is pissed about Tim and Lyla.

Then he begins to see the beauty of it all. Perhaps it's the fact that he's stuck in here thinking about it nearly 24 hours a day, but he begins to see the potential.

Firstly, he can't have sex, and that means Lyla can't have sex. At least not with him.

Yet. He still hasn't found a convenient person to ask to google Quadriplegics and Sex for him.

The not having sex thing isn't fair to Lyla, and he can't honestly believe she would wait around forever for him. She's more likely to stay around if she's being satisfied.

That's where Tim comes in. At least with Tim, he knows she'll be safe and protected and cared for. Sexually that is. Emotionally, Lyla's still all his and he can tell.

So this affair thing isn't so terrible in retrospect. Lyla's still with him, and Tim is still his friend. And maybe, just maybe they could work out a deal.

In Jason's mind it goes something like this. As he sees it, Riggins will pleasure Lyla sexually, and Jason and Lyla will still get married, and...well Tim's always been his caretaker one way or another. Maybe he'll be the one staying here in Dillon, minding that fictional ranch while Riggins plays in the NFL. And if he and Lyla want kids, well Tim's not going to get some urinary tract infection from ejaculating.

"The three of us...we'll rise up together. To get through anything. Anything at all."

Tim's words from the lake creep up on him, taking on a whole new meaning.

That doesn't sound so bad. Him, Lyla and Tim, together forever. It could work. Between Tim and Lyla he'd be well taken care of.

And maybe, if all goes according to plan, Tim's drunken proclamations of them together in Texas won't be so far off the mark after all.