Sergeant and the Songbird, Chapter 1/2 (A Mike Dodds Daughter Fic)
I feel like I need to introduce this. So this is Sergeant and the Songbird (title subject to change), and it’s a Mike DoddsxTeenDaughter!Reader (who also happens to be an OC-). All of the posts on this page so far have been imagines (except one AU I think), but this series is gonna toss things up. I’ve been conceptualizing this story for a while, and this is just kind of an introduction not even chapter? Following installments will be longer, if there’s even a want for this story to be created, to go into Rosemary’s (Remy’s) character and growing relationship with her birth father, Mike Dodds, because I am still in denial. Enjoy, and please, more chapters will only be made if there’s some sort of a response? So please send any constructive criticism or requests my way :)
Sergeant and the Songbird, Chapter 1/2
song: everywhere i go (kings and queens) by new politics
“Downtown hopping fences,
I smash a window on a Lexus, now!”
She didn't know what time it was, only that it was dark. It had been dark for quite a while, as she flew down unforgiving New York City streets on her longboard, dodging cars and pedestrians as they traveled to their chosen destinations. How nice that must be.
Rosemary didn't have a destination. Doomed from the start, some might say, nobody had thought much of her. A small girl with her heart wired straight to her mouth, she learned how to hold her tongue and say exactly what she was supposed to. Growing up with a dad only in fairy tales, an older brother with large promises but no inclination to stick around, and a mother whose best was never there, it would be easy never to trust anyone, to curse the world for dealing her the leftovers.
But Rosemary knew there was too much out there to be afraid of the world.
Instead, she grabbed her future with open arms, scraped up elbows and all.
“But everybody's gotta get by,
I got holes in my pockets!”
She sang along to the melody blasting from her earbuds as she rounded a corner, barely passing a telephone pole without getting another concussion. Her life had supposedly just turned a corner as well, so she had been told.
A fresh start, a new chapter, a clean slate, whatever you wanted to call it, Mike Dodds was suppose to be her guy.
Her “real dad who had no idea she existed and really doesn’t want to take her in but kinda has to but would never admit that” doesn’t have quite the ring to it as the superhero she always imagined.
“This one’s for everyone that’s said I’m nothing.”
She tettered on her board as she attempted to dance along without her earbuds flying out or getting a face full of curb, while appreciating the lyrics of the upbeat tune. Songwriting is a passion of the girl’s, and has garnered her a humble following on the internet. A poet is not something you would guess of the girl, but her skill and ardor for words is undeniable. Maybe one day she’ll share this part of her with Mike.
For now, she’ll stick to an ounce of mystery.
She ran into some of her friends around the corner, older than her and at least a foot taller each. Turning down their invitation for a concert down in SoHo, she said her see-you-laters and was off.
Rosemary grew into a trait of hers, easily making friends. She had charmed half of New York under her thumb. The fun half, at least.
A couple other stops, (quick detour through an urban park, convenience store for an energy drink but really just to talk to the clerk, top of the building next to hers to get a high angle photography shot- one which came out okay) and then she was racing up the stairs to her floor of the apartment building she was growing accustomed to.
Huffing and puffing around the seventh floor, the teen was really wishing she could have taken the elevator up. But as she crossed the lobby she noticed the seemingly ever-present Mrs. Dixon guarding the doors to go up, and she definitely did not want to get swallowed into a “chat” with that lady ever again. Why she was up at this hour was a mystery, probably just waiting for someone unsuspecting to come by so she could suck them into her trap.
She shivered at the thought as she pushed open two heavy doors leading into her hall. “Yes Mrs. Dixon,” Rosemary started to herself in a mocking tone as she set her board down on the carpet and pushed off, not intending to walk another step, “Come to think of it, skateboarding is really dangerous and these shorts are really too short! And yes, finding a nice, rich boyfriend is on the top of my to-do list- oof!”
“Uh, well- I’m glad to hear that?”
Laying on the ground in front of Mike Dodds, Rosemary assessed her damages. Skateboarding into your new dad in the hallway of your apartment while talking to yourself about a fake future boyfriend- yep she had messed up. While letting her head hit the dirty floor with a thud, a reluctant click of the door told her that her dad had went inside, effectively leaving her outside alone like an idiot. She sighed as she closed her eyes.
So no more skating in the halls.
And a damn shame, she was really getting good at hooking those tile corners.
