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myficsTitle: Abort
Paring: Silas/Megan, Silas Gen
Rating: PG-13/R
Word Count: 613
Summary: Silas lost two things today. Only one of them really mattered.
Disclaimer: Me = Poor. Showtime = Extremely rich. Note the difference.
Spoilers: For Weeds 2x05
Notes: I've never written Weeds before, and I tend to not write Gen, but I just...gah, I had to write SOMETHING off of this episode or my head was going to explode.
Abort: to fail, cease, or stop at an early or premature stage.
Silas has always been, more or less, pro-choice. He’d never really given it much thought before. “Abortion” was an abstract concept for him; something he didn’t quite fully understand. He always figured that since he didn’t really understand it, and since he himself didn’t have a uterus, it wasn’t his problem. He had more pertinent things to worry about, more pressing issues, like where his next dime bag was coming from or who he was taking to the party on Friday. Silas was a seventeen year old boy and boys didn’t have abortions, so it wasn’t anything for him to worry about.
Let the politicians and feminists worry about it. He had bigger fish to fry.
That is, of course, until today.
This morning, when he woke up, he had a girlfriend. He had a baby. He had everything.
Now, twelve hours later, all he has is a bloody nose.
He’s still not exactly against abortions. He knows there are some cases where it’s okay, and that it needs to be legal.
It’s just that he’s against this abortion.
That was his kid, too, damn it.
And then he starts wondering if he’s really upset over the lost child or the fact that he’s lost Megan, because now there’s nothing to tie her to him anymore, and whatever semblance of a relationship that they had is officially over and done with.
And that really kind of sucks, because he loves her.
He didn’t love the baby.
How could he?
The baby, just like abortions, was still an abstract concept in his mind. He couldn’t feel it kick, he couldn’t press his hand against the hardness of Megan’s tummy and feel its tiny little hand press back…hell, he hadn’t even seen pictures of it on a sonogram yet.
It was still just a tiny cluster of cells—part him, part Megan—that was expanding and growing.
And how could he love that? How could he love a cluster of cells? Wasn’t that the same thing as going up to a bit of mold in your refrigerator and telling it you loved it?
Silas didn’t really want the baby.
He’d never been too fond of them anyway.
The abortion was probably a blessing in disguise, if he’s willing to admit it to himself.
But Megan…she’s real. She’s not just a cluster of cells. She lives and thinks and breathes and laughs, and when she gets that mischievous look in her eye, he knows he’s in trouble.
Megan is tangible.
Megan is real.
Megan is not a cluster of cells slash a baby that can be aborted and thrown out in the trash.
Because unlike that stupid cluster of cells that was all his fault anyway, Silas loves her.
Silas needs her.
He didn’t need the baby.
The baby was just an excuse to keep Megan close, to stop her from going to Princeton, to make her love Silas the way he loved her.
But maybe Megan didn’t take him as seriously as he took her. Maybe she only High School Loved him.
He loved her the Real Way, the way his dad loved his mom before he died.
But it doesn’t matter now, because just like his baby, his relationship with Megan has been aborted.
He decides right then and there that he’s definitely no longer pro-choice because it’s not fair that Megan’s father can abort their relationship like this and he doesn’t get any say so in it.
All he wanted was to see her.
And now he never will again.
Silas lost two things today.
Only one of them really mattered.
Megan.
Paring: Silas/Megan, Silas Gen
Rating: PG-13/R
Word Count: 613
Summary: Silas lost two things today. Only one of them really mattered.
Disclaimer: Me = Poor. Showtime = Extremely rich. Note the difference.
Spoilers: For Weeds 2x05
Notes: I've never written Weeds before, and I tend to not write Gen, but I just...gah, I had to write SOMETHING off of this episode or my head was going to explode.
Silas has always been, more or less, pro-choice. He’d never really given it much thought before. “Abortion” was an abstract concept for him; something he didn’t quite fully understand. He always figured that since he didn’t really understand it, and since he himself didn’t have a uterus, it wasn’t his problem. He had more pertinent things to worry about, more pressing issues, like where his next dime bag was coming from or who he was taking to the party on Friday. Silas was a seventeen year old boy and boys didn’t have abortions, so it wasn’t anything for him to worry about.
Let the politicians and feminists worry about it. He had bigger fish to fry.
That is, of course, until today.
This morning, when he woke up, he had a girlfriend. He had a baby. He had everything.
Now, twelve hours later, all he has is a bloody nose.
He’s still not exactly against abortions. He knows there are some cases where it’s okay, and that it needs to be legal.
It’s just that he’s against this abortion.
That was his kid, too, damn it.
And then he starts wondering if he’s really upset over the lost child or the fact that he’s lost Megan, because now there’s nothing to tie her to him anymore, and whatever semblance of a relationship that they had is officially over and done with.
And that really kind of sucks, because he loves her.
He didn’t love the baby.
How could he?
The baby, just like abortions, was still an abstract concept in his mind. He couldn’t feel it kick, he couldn’t press his hand against the hardness of Megan’s tummy and feel its tiny little hand press back…hell, he hadn’t even seen pictures of it on a sonogram yet.
It was still just a tiny cluster of cells—part him, part Megan—that was expanding and growing.
And how could he love that? How could he love a cluster of cells? Wasn’t that the same thing as going up to a bit of mold in your refrigerator and telling it you loved it?
Silas didn’t really want the baby.
He’d never been too fond of them anyway.
The abortion was probably a blessing in disguise, if he’s willing to admit it to himself.
But Megan…she’s real. She’s not just a cluster of cells. She lives and thinks and breathes and laughs, and when she gets that mischievous look in her eye, he knows he’s in trouble.
Megan is tangible.
Megan is real.
Megan is not a cluster of cells slash a baby that can be aborted and thrown out in the trash.
Because unlike that stupid cluster of cells that was all his fault anyway, Silas loves her.
Silas needs her.
He didn’t need the baby.
The baby was just an excuse to keep Megan close, to stop her from going to Princeton, to make her love Silas the way he loved her.
But maybe Megan didn’t take him as seriously as he took her. Maybe she only High School Loved him.
He loved her the Real Way, the way his dad loved his mom before he died.
But it doesn’t matter now, because just like his baby, his relationship with Megan has been aborted.
He decides right then and there that he’s definitely no longer pro-choice because it’s not fair that Megan’s father can abort their relationship like this and he doesn’t get any say so in it.
All he wanted was to see her.
And now he never will again.
Silas lost two things today.
Only one of them really mattered.
Megan.
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