TITLE: Papa Dear, Part 2
AUTHOR: Meghan O'Connor
FEEDBACK: Please! The more I get, the more you get!
DISCLAIMER: The LGM, Skinner, and anyone else you recognize are
1013's. However, Anne Jacobs/Hanna Jean Frohike is all mine.
SPOILERS: The X-Files, all up to the last season finale, and the LGM
CATEGORY: Drama, LGM/Skinner/Other
SYNOPSIS: Does Frohike want to see the daughter that was taken from
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This series will be called the "Home at Last" fics.
The title is inspired by the song from the movie "Yentl". See if you
can catch the clues to an important part of her and Frohike's lives.
First person to guess gets the privilege of writing a sex scene
between her and another character of my choosing later. (evil grin)
She merely raised an eyebrow at the number of locks Frohike had to
open to get in his own home. Anne really looked forward to meeting
his two roommates and co-workers. She just wasn't thrilled with the
idea of not saying she was his daughter. She followed him into the
darkened cool clutter. However did he work in this light?
He called out as they neared the computers. "Hey guys, I want you to
meet someone." Byers and Langly looked at each other, surprised,
then stood to greet the guest. "I invited her to stay for dinner.
This as an old friend of the family, Anne Jacobs." Byers was
naturally the first to greet her.
She had a firm grip for a woman, he noticed. "John Byers, ma'am.
Pleased to meet you." He liked the way her warm brown eyes sparkled
in the weak light. She wasn't much taller than Frohike. Slender but
not skinny by any means, she carried herself with confidence. Her
dark hair fell down her shoulders in a soft silky sheet. Just as she
smiled, Frohike interrupted.
"And this rude little hippie is Ringo Langly." She stepped over to
the table and held out her hand. Nervously he shook it lightly as
she looked up into the most lovely eyes she'd ever seen, the color of
a storm-tossed ocean. His hair swung in curls of molten gold as he
snapped at Frohike.
"Can it, Doohickey, not in front of a lady." He turned back and only
then let go of her hand as she giggled. He normally didn't like a
girl's high-pitched laughter, but this seemed so spontaneous and
honest that he caught himself smiling at her. "Just call me Langly.
Or just call me." Man, did he really just say something that
cheesy? She laughed again and blushed a little Frohike was SO gonna
kick his ass.
She whispered to Frohike in the kitchen as she helped him cook the
meatloaf. "You didn't tell me he was cute, Pop." He glared at her.
"Who? And don't get any ideas." She stood there smiling
quietly. "What is so funny?"
"Nothing," she said softly. "I just realized how much I missed
having you there to threaten my boyfriends."
His eyes grew sad as he drew her into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Hannah.
I missed you too. I was so angry at your mother, not for leaving,
but for taking you." She pressed her forehead against his, sniffling
"It's not your fault, Pop. Mom was greedy and ambitious, and not
willing to work on things. I was furious at her for many years for
taking me away from you." She paused and looked him directly in the
eyes. "I want you to know, I never wanted my name changed to hers.
I'm actually currently getting it changed back." He hugged her
tighter, and Langly entered the room.
"Oh break it up, you two. Wait `til after dinner." He passed
through to get something from his room. A look of surprise came over
her face, and she looked angrily at Frohike.
"Now you fix this, Papa. I will not have your friends thinking I am
you conquest, although I am curious as to what kind of reputation you
have. You tell them at dinner or I will, but that assumption just
isn't right." He put up his hands in surrender.
"OK, ok. Sorry. Haven't been a monk, you know." Now it was
Hannah's turn to put up her hands in an unconscious copy of his
She sat at the table as Frohike served up the meatloaf and veggies.
Langly and Byers came in with the drinks. Hannah looked vaguely
upset at the glass of milk Langly sat in front of her. "Oh, Langly,
I'm sorry . . . I, um . . ." Frohike saved the day by grabbing her
glass of milk and heading for the kitchen. As he came back with a
Pepsi, he explained somewhat nervously.
"Sorry, I forgot you are a little allergic." Only Byers caught the
strange look she gave Frohike, as if she didn't know what he was
talking about. Suddenly, comprehension dawned in her eyes.
"Oh, thank you. Don't worry, Langly, I forgot to tell you. You
couldn't have known." She placed her hand over his on the table and
smiled directly at him. He got kind of uncomfortable after a moment
as Frohike glared at them. She looked over, noticed, and removed her
hand. She took a deep breath. "So, you guys seem to think Frohike
and I were some kind of couple back when."
Byers blushed and Langly stammered. "Well, we . . . uh . . ." She
"Please, let me assure you that it's nothing of the sort, even if he
didn't tell you the whole truth. So if you want me to call you, he
may mind, but he can't stop me." Now it was Langly's turn to blush
crimson. She patted his hand, then turned to serve the
potatoes. "Well, shall we have a nice dinner, then?" Her small grin
indicated that she was waiting to see how long it would be before
curiosity overtook them. It wasn't five bites into the meal before
Byers spoke up.
"So, how long have you known Frohike, Anne?"
She smiled again. "Oh, all my life, it seems." Her eyes twinkled
"And how did you meet, if I may ask?"
"Well, I was screaming my head off at the world, and I calmed down
the minute he picked me up. Isn't that right, Pop?" Langly almost
snorted his milk through his nose as Byers' eyes got wide. Even
Frohike was grinning now. Langly made a choking sound and almost
"He's . . . Doohickey's your DAD?" Byers was nodding, as if he just
figured out why she looked familiar. They had the same eyes and
similar mouths. She could just hear Langly calculating in his mind
how soon Frohike was going to kill him for flirting with his
daughter. She giggled again.
"That's what her mother told me, and I believed her at the time."
That just made them all break into laughter. After a moment, they
calmed down and she told them of how she'd been taken as a child,
searched for her father, then finally ran fatefully into a nice man
that knew him. After a nice meal and conversation, she looked at her
"Oh my, I have to get going. It's almost 6 o'clock." She helped
clear her dishes, talking to Frohike quietly in the kitchen. "Thank
you, Pop. I had a wonderful time, and you have such nice friends. I
almost wish I didn't have to go so soon." He put water in the pan at
"Why don't you stay?" She looked at him for a moment.
"Pop, I never gave up on that, either. I have to get home. You can
call me Sunday if you want."
"I will, hon. Believe me, I will."