[fic] The Boy Who Was Too Young (previously "Baby Daddy") Part 4
Title: The Boy Who Was Too Young (previously "Baby Daddy") Part 4
Rating: mild NC-17
Pairing: OMC/Jim, eventual Bones/Jim
Warning: mpreg, teenagers who are really too young
Thanks: To both lifebehindadesk and hebrewhammer42 for the awesome beta jobs.
Click Here for Part Three
Riverside 2248
The drive back from the doctor’s office didn’t go well.
“I can’t fucking believe this…this is a one in a million chance of happening to anyone. One in a million. Totally impossible. But you always manage to land in the stupidest shit.” Frank shook his head in disgust and disbelief as they drove down Main Street. A neighbor walking out of Jacob’s Bar and Grill waved. Jim tried to sink into the seat. Frank waved back but didn’t look happy.
His eyes were on the road, but he still managed to direct his accusations towards Jim. “How the hell do you pull these things off? How the hell do you manage to pull off the impossible? Do you do this on purpose? Do you wake up in the morning and tell yourself, ‘I’m gonna go fling myself off a cliff. I’m gonna go get myself knocked up. I’m gonna be allergic to the first medication my step father ever gave me. I’m gonna be the most rebellious, unagreeable asshole of a son anyone could possibly have.’ Well congratulations- you’ve got a kid of your own now. You can watch them fuck up your life and ruin your marriage.” Frank stopped as they drove up to their house. They both sat silently while the truck cooled down. Frank shook his head again, and hit the steering wheel, but his actions seemed more hopeless than angry.
“How the hell am I going to tell Winona?”
The man slammed the truck’s door open then shut, and walked away through the autumn leaves, leaving James in the passenger seat. The boy sat very still and quiet. But his breath hitched, then his expression twisted in distress. Blue eyes shone wetly, but he refused to cry, too proud.
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“I’ve got something to tell you.” Jim told Clay over the phone.
“Yeah, well I’m at school.” Clayton complained.
“Fuck you! This is important…”
“Like I care! If you’re gonna be a whiny ass pansy, then I don’t want to talk to you.”
That stung Jim’s feelings, and he was already a mess to begin with. “Whatever,” he said quietly. Rebelliously.
“Well, don’t you have something to say?”
“I dunno.” Jim shrugged, and refused to say anything after that, obediently cowed and sulky, but he didn’t hang up, unconsciously waiting to see what Clayton might do or say. In charge of the conversation, the undergrad was more agreeable. He ignored Jim’s initial plea, and talked about classes and interviews as he raced across the historic University of Iowa campus.
“So I might get this internship! But the lady who interviewed me, she looked exactly like my old girlfriend. Straight blond hair, skinny as hell. I was thinking about fucking her face while she interviewed me.” Clay chuckled. “I’m at class now. I’m gonna let you go. Want me to come get you tonight?”
Jim grunted in acquiescence over the phone.
“Awesome. Wear those jeans with the hole in the back, and no underwear, ‘kay? I wanna finger you through the tear. I’ll be by late tonight. Bye!” Then Clay hung up.
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When Clayton drove by it was past 11:30 pm. Strangely, the porch light was on, and when Clay slowed down to eye the house, he saw a tall man standing in the living room, boldly watching him. Clayton gunned the gas, and drove away.
His phone rang moments later. The caller was Jim.
Clay yelled into the phone as he drove. “What the hell was that? Your step dad knew I was coming, he was watching me! Why the hell didn’t you warn me?!”
Jim’s voice was sullen. “He wants to talk to you. Would you come back?”
Clay’s expression was incredulous. “Hell no! I ain’t talking to that asshole!”
“Get back here! This is big and I need to tell you something!”
“I’m not getting involved with any of this bullshit! If you’re in trouble, you’re on your own.”
“This is big! I’ve got a medical problem! I’ve…I’m…” Jimmy couldn’t say whatever it was, and Clay held his breath in restrained anticipation.
“What? You’re what?”
There was a long, silent stretch and he could hear Jim struggling to say something. Then a man’s voice in the background said, “give me the phone” and Clay hung up quickly.
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They avoided telling Winona as long as they could.
“Is something wrong?” she asked over the vid. She was still in her blue uniform, her private quarters in the background. Frank and Jim sat at the kitchen table.
Frank looked at Jim and Jim looked away. Winona started to worry about how serious this would be.
“If it’s so bad that you’ve had to avoid talking to me for the last two weeks, then I want to know right now.” Static flickered her image as she looked at Jimmy, who refused to say anything. She looked at Frank, who swallowed.
He tried to speak twice before finally saying, “James has a medical condition we didn’t know about.”
Winona is alarmed, but holds it in, and only purses her lips. She looks more carefully at Jim, who hides behind the kitchen table. “Honey, what’s wrong-” Jim crossed his arms tightly and looked at the floor.
Frank intervenes, “-it’s not life threatening, but he’s managed to f- mess up the rest of his life.”
“What?” Winona is flabbergasted and scared. “How? James, what did-? What could you have-?” Winona eyes searched left and right; she tried to think of a medical condition that could fuck up Jimmy’s life, thought of him not walking, not talking, brain damage…
“He’s going to have a kid of his own, Winnie. You’re going to be a grandmother.”
It’s a slap in the face.
Winona’s expression went from concern to disappointment so quickly that Jim fled the kitchen.
Click Here for Next Part
Rating: mild NC-17
Pairing: OMC/Jim, eventual Bones/Jim
Warning: mpreg, teenagers who are really too young
Thanks: To both lifebehindadesk and hebrewhammer42 for the awesome beta jobs.
Click Here for Part Three
Riverside 2248
The drive back from the doctor’s office didn’t go well.
“I can’t fucking believe this…this is a one in a million chance of happening to anyone. One in a million. Totally impossible. But you always manage to land in the stupidest shit.” Frank shook his head in disgust and disbelief as they drove down Main Street. A neighbor walking out of Jacob’s Bar and Grill waved. Jim tried to sink into the seat. Frank waved back but didn’t look happy.
His eyes were on the road, but he still managed to direct his accusations towards Jim. “How the hell do you pull these things off? How the hell do you manage to pull off the impossible? Do you do this on purpose? Do you wake up in the morning and tell yourself, ‘I’m gonna go fling myself off a cliff. I’m gonna go get myself knocked up. I’m gonna be allergic to the first medication my step father ever gave me. I’m gonna be the most rebellious, unagreeable asshole of a son anyone could possibly have.’ Well congratulations- you’ve got a kid of your own now. You can watch them fuck up your life and ruin your marriage.” Frank stopped as they drove up to their house. They both sat silently while the truck cooled down. Frank shook his head again, and hit the steering wheel, but his actions seemed more hopeless than angry.
“How the hell am I going to tell Winona?”
The man slammed the truck’s door open then shut, and walked away through the autumn leaves, leaving James in the passenger seat. The boy sat very still and quiet. But his breath hitched, then his expression twisted in distress. Blue eyes shone wetly, but he refused to cry, too proud.
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“I’ve got something to tell you.” Jim told Clay over the phone.
“Yeah, well I’m at school.” Clayton complained.
“Fuck you! This is important…”
“Like I care! If you’re gonna be a whiny ass pansy, then I don’t want to talk to you.”
That stung Jim’s feelings, and he was already a mess to begin with. “Whatever,” he said quietly. Rebelliously.
“Well, don’t you have something to say?”
“I dunno.” Jim shrugged, and refused to say anything after that, obediently cowed and sulky, but he didn’t hang up, unconsciously waiting to see what Clayton might do or say. In charge of the conversation, the undergrad was more agreeable. He ignored Jim’s initial plea, and talked about classes and interviews as he raced across the historic University of Iowa campus.
“So I might get this internship! But the lady who interviewed me, she looked exactly like my old girlfriend. Straight blond hair, skinny as hell. I was thinking about fucking her face while she interviewed me.” Clay chuckled. “I’m at class now. I’m gonna let you go. Want me to come get you tonight?”
Jim grunted in acquiescence over the phone.
“Awesome. Wear those jeans with the hole in the back, and no underwear, ‘kay? I wanna finger you through the tear. I’ll be by late tonight. Bye!” Then Clay hung up.
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When Clayton drove by it was past 11:30 pm. Strangely, the porch light was on, and when Clay slowed down to eye the house, he saw a tall man standing in the living room, boldly watching him. Clayton gunned the gas, and drove away.
His phone rang moments later. The caller was Jim.
Clay yelled into the phone as he drove. “What the hell was that? Your step dad knew I was coming, he was watching me! Why the hell didn’t you warn me?!”
Jim’s voice was sullen. “He wants to talk to you. Would you come back?”
Clay’s expression was incredulous. “Hell no! I ain’t talking to that asshole!”
“Get back here! This is big and I need to tell you something!”
“I’m not getting involved with any of this bullshit! If you’re in trouble, you’re on your own.”
“This is big! I’ve got a medical problem! I’ve…I’m…” Jimmy couldn’t say whatever it was, and Clay held his breath in restrained anticipation.
“What? You’re what?”
There was a long, silent stretch and he could hear Jim struggling to say something. Then a man’s voice in the background said, “give me the phone” and Clay hung up quickly.
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They avoided telling Winona as long as they could.
“Is something wrong?” she asked over the vid. She was still in her blue uniform, her private quarters in the background. Frank and Jim sat at the kitchen table.
Frank looked at Jim and Jim looked away. Winona started to worry about how serious this would be.
“If it’s so bad that you’ve had to avoid talking to me for the last two weeks, then I want to know right now.” Static flickered her image as she looked at Jimmy, who refused to say anything. She looked at Frank, who swallowed.
He tried to speak twice before finally saying, “James has a medical condition we didn’t know about.”
Winona is alarmed, but holds it in, and only purses her lips. She looks more carefully at Jim, who hides behind the kitchen table. “Honey, what’s wrong-” Jim crossed his arms tightly and looked at the floor.
Frank intervenes, “-it’s not life threatening, but he’s managed to f- mess up the rest of his life.”
“What?” Winona is flabbergasted and scared. “How? James, what did-? What could you have-?” Winona eyes searched left and right; she tried to think of a medical condition that could fuck up Jimmy’s life, thought of him not walking, not talking, brain damage…
“He’s going to have a kid of his own, Winnie. You’re going to be a grandmother.”
It’s a slap in the face.
Winona’s expression went from concern to disappointment so quickly that Jim fled the kitchen.
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