Elijah Chapter 1
Finally, finally I made it. This is the story I was talking about a while ago... you know the one that had some beta problems so to say. Yesterday I translated the last chapter and I couldn't wait to show you the first chapter. :) I hope you enjoy it.
Title: Elijah
By: Jess_Caine and melles
Rating: PG
Pairing: Horatio/Calleigh, Horatio/OC implied
Warnings: nope
Words: approximate 2,100
Summary: This is my way of dealing with the whole "Horatio has a son" thingy on the show. It's just that you see more of H as a father... :)
A/N: Thanks to my wonderful beta lexxiescott
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine. They belong to Jerry Bruckheimer. The original characters belong to me though.
Chapter 1
Horatio couldn’t help but roll his eyes when the front door was shut with a loud bang. His visitor would never need to call out to get his attention, that was for sure. No, his visitor had never been the sort of person to make a so-called quiet entrance. Not 16 years ago. Not now. And Horatio seriously doubted they ever would. But certainly hoped so, for the sake of his door.
“You do know that it is possible to close the door quietly, right?” He welcomed his guest without looking up from the book he was reading. He knew who it was - Elijah. He just wondered what the boy was doing here. It was Friday evening after all, and 15 year old boys normally spent those nights with their friends and not with someone like him - a father.
Unimpressed, Elijah walked into the living room. “Yeah, I know. Hi, Dad,” the blonde grinned and sat down on the sofa across from Horatio.
“And still you won’t change it,” Horatio declared and searched for a bookmark. His son was a rascal, and according to his mother, it came from his father’s side, a fact Horatio refused to see, of course. “To what do I owe the honor of this visit, son?”
Getting comfortable, Elijah crossed his hands behind his head. “Oh, nothing in particular,” he answered casually and looked at his father. “I was just in the area and thought I’d come and see you.” Besides, he was hungry and he had a plan to fulfill. He just didn’t want to blurt it out right now. Elijah loved the verbal exchanges with his dad, and his mom always told him, that they were cast from the same mold, at least when it came to their characters. But even their looks were very similar, especially their eyes, which were glistening artfully.
“You’re looking good, Dad.“
“Alright,” Horatio smiled broadly and put down his book. “What do you want?” He didn’t really need to ask; he knew his teenage son well. “You want to raid the fridge, huh?” Elijah could eat Horatio out of house and home, but Horatio could live with that. The boy needed it, being so athletic. “Have a look in the freezer, there should be a pizza. Or you can heat up the rest of the lasagna.” Seeing the boy’s face light up, Horatio knew he’d been right. “And then you can tell me what you really want,” he winked at him. “And what it will cost me.”
“What makes you think that what I want would cost you anything?” the boy countered and stood up to make his way into the kitchen. “You want to eat something, too?”
“No, thank you. But you can get me a lemonade if you want to,“ Horatio called back. “You want to know how I know it will cost me something? Let me think…when you needed the new baseball bat you told me I was looking good. Same with the new glove.. oh and not to mention when you need money for the movies,” he listed. “Should I go on?”
While pottering around in the kitchen, he kept on talking with him. “Yeah sure. Go on, even though all those things were basic needs,” Elijah answered coolly. Another characteristic he got from his father.
After the lasagna made its way into the microwave, Elijah looked for two glasses and searched for the pitcher. “Gotcha,” he murmured and filled the glasses.
“Basic needs…ah…that’s what you call it?” Horatio teased. “Like your new training jacket? Which already looks worn by the way?” No, this was definitely no fashion. It looked like the moths had already had their fun with it. “If it was decent jeans, but no, everything you buy has holes.” Thank God, he didn’t wear those baggy pants, the things hung everywhere except where they should. Then he would have mounted the barricades.
Elijah’s head appeared in the door crack. “Dad, if I didn’t wear the jacket while I’m training, it wouldn’t be called a training jacket, right? And besides, it looks cool and the girls love it.”
“The girls like it, when your clothes look like Swiss Cheese? Nah,” Horatio shook his head. “I can’t imagine that, Junior.”
“Hmph,” the boy pulled a face when he heard the Junior. “You bet Dad!” With that he walked back into the kitchen.
Grinning about the comment, Horatio put his legs on a small stool, waiting for Elijah to come back with his drink. “In the past, the girls would have sneered at it,” he declared and wondered about the youth nowadays.
With a tray, Elijah appeared and maneuvered carefully to the table. “Oh really? When I think about the clothes you’ve worn…those skin-tight loon pants. Not to mention the hairstyle…,” he grinned charmingly. He had seen pictures of his father in old photo albums from his mother. “…really embarrassing.”
“This was fashionable son and what can I say? Your mom liked it,” he nodded and reached for his glass. “And what do you mean about the hairstyle?” He tilted his head, waiting for an answer, but wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to hear it.
“This was no hairstyle, it was a dead poodle,” Elijah laughed. “All these sideburns.” Piece for piece, the lasagna wandered into his mouth. “Sure you don’t want some?” He was a good boy after all.
“Positive, I already had some. And I’ll ignore the dead poodle remark young man.“ Chiding he lifted his forefinger, before he drank. When he watched his son eating, he asked himself how he made it. He himself had never eaten that much without gaining weight. But his son seemed to be blessed. “So what’s going on?”
Elijah grabbed a napkin and looked at his dad. “Mom threw me out,” he answered lapidary and tried to keep a straight face.
Quickly, Horatio slapped his chest chokingly. “What?” he asked shocked. “What happened?”
“Don’t know. She packed her suitcase and told me she’d be gone.” His father’s shocked face was priceless. He would have given the world to take a photo of it, but he didn’t want to risk his life.
“You’re kidding me, right?” His ex-wife would never do that. Not without a good reason at least. But when he thought about it…a teenager would be a good one. “Where’s mum?”
“Not here anymore?” The boy shrugged his shoulders, but couldn’t help but smile. “Daaad, keep your hair on. She’s in Orlando for the weekend. And I had to promise her, that I’d stay with you. And ta da…here I am. Isn’t that fantastic?“
“Hm, your mum didn’t tell me about it,“ Horatio answered with feigned boredom. “The whole weekend?” He pulled a face. “Oh great…” Two could play this game.
“That’s what I told her. I’m old enough to stay alone at home for three days,” he pouted.
All he could do was smile. “In your dreams son, but only in them.”
“Oh yeah? Just give me a good reason,” Elijah countered.
“You’re 15 years old.”
“That’s no reason.“
“It is. For your mother and me. And that should be enough for you. I wasn’t allowed to stay at home alone at this age and it didn’t harm me. So you’re going to live with it.” He was on Samantha’s side. 15 year olds had the tendency to have wild parties when the parents weren’t at home. Not to mention that girls were there too without any control. No way.
“Man…Kenny is always alone when his mum is away and his dad won’t come home for the weekend,” Eli whined and couldn’t understand it. “So why can’t I?” He had an easy relationship with his parents, but not when it came to this topic.
“Because your name isn’t Kenny. What Kenny’s parents do or not is irrelevant. You aren’t staying alone at home over the weekend, Elijah. I’m sorry, but this is the end of the discussion.” He wasn’t strict with the boy that often, but in this case he was. He had had so many young people as victims. First they’d been to a party and then drove the car in a drunken state. And there was no way he would open this door to his son and his friends.
Knowing that there was no use to argue with his dad, Elijah snorted and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Secretly, he wasn’t all that mad about his father’s decision, because that’s where he wanted him. “And what do I get as compensation?”
“A roof above your head? That’s worth a lot, don’t you think? And a warm meal. Almost like a hotel. No wait, it is like a hotel.“
“Not acceptable,” he shook his head. “You have to come up with something better.”
“Why me, when it’s you who needs the roof?” Horatio asked amused and already knew that his son had a plan. But he loved to have him on the hook.
“Because I could stay with grandma and grandpa? And you would be the one being here all alone?” Yes, he also had an ace up on his sleeves.
“What makes you think I’d be alone? And how do you know, that I’m not on call this weekend, hm? And if you really want to go stay with grandma and grandpa, who get up at eight even on the weekend, go ahead. I’m not stopping you.”
Sometimes, there was no fun in bargain with his dad. He needed a moment to come up with a good answer. “You’re mean dad.”
“That was my revenge for the poodle,” Horatio smiled back and nodded at him, a bit more serious. “So what did you plan for us?” He loved spending time with his son, without any female influence.
Satisfied about accomplishing his goal, he ate the last piece of his meal and answered him, when he had swallowed. “Something for real men. Just us, a boat and two fishing poles.” Sometimes it was scaring him that even their hobbies were the same, but in this case, it was very good. Except for baseball. But fishing came right afterwards.
That was after his fancy. “I think Maria is filled up and the caboose too,” Horatio nodded and referring to the small cruiser he had bought years ago, when Eli had still been a toddler. “All right, let me call the lab to tell them I’ll be gone and if you want to, we can go tomorrow if the weather is good. What do you think?”
A broad smile was appearing on Eli’s face. “You’re not on call?” The fact that he had been at war with his father’s job was known to his family. Eventually, it had been this job putting obstacles in the family’s way. Thanks to this job, his father had more enemies then he could count and that’s why Samantha had lived in constant fear for her husband, which had caused a permanently damage in the relationship. This was the reason why Elijah had his mother’s maiden name, another fact, why it had been hard for him to identify himself with his father.
But there weren’t only disadvantages, he knew that. His dad hadn’t missed a lot baseball matches and was usually around when he needed his help, even after the divorce. From two of his friends he knew that it could be a lot worse, because the Mitchell’s and Connelly’s were always arguing, even after the divorce. So the solution in staying with his mum and having a shelter with his dad was a lot better.
“Nope, I don’t,” Horatio shook his head and knew how much that meant to his son. “And even if I did, I would have switched with someone. I just have to tell them that I’m going to be out of cell range, that’s all. What about you getting your stuff upstairs, have a look in the internet about the weather and I make the call?”
Jubilant, the boy jumped up and raised his fist into the air. “Awesome. Thanks Dad!”
Laughing he watched his Junior. Spending time with his son was the number one on his list. “Let’s see who will get the message,” he murmured to himself. He would only tell them, that he won’t be in Miami. No words about Elijah. The less people knew about his fatherhood, the more secure the boy was and that included his team.
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Title: Elijah
By: Jess_Caine and melles
Rating: PG
Pairing: Horatio/Calleigh, Horatio/OC implied
Warnings: nope
Words: approximate 2,100
Summary: This is my way of dealing with the whole "Horatio has a son" thingy on the show. It's just that you see more of H as a father... :)
A/N: Thanks to my wonderful beta lexxiescott
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine. They belong to Jerry Bruckheimer. The original characters belong to me though.
Chapter 1
Horatio couldn’t help but roll his eyes when the front door was shut with a loud bang. His visitor would never need to call out to get his attention, that was for sure. No, his visitor had never been the sort of person to make a so-called quiet entrance. Not 16 years ago. Not now. And Horatio seriously doubted they ever would. But certainly hoped so, for the sake of his door.
“You do know that it is possible to close the door quietly, right?” He welcomed his guest without looking up from the book he was reading. He knew who it was - Elijah. He just wondered what the boy was doing here. It was Friday evening after all, and 15 year old boys normally spent those nights with their friends and not with someone like him - a father.
Unimpressed, Elijah walked into the living room. “Yeah, I know. Hi, Dad,” the blonde grinned and sat down on the sofa across from Horatio.
“And still you won’t change it,” Horatio declared and searched for a bookmark. His son was a rascal, and according to his mother, it came from his father’s side, a fact Horatio refused to see, of course. “To what do I owe the honor of this visit, son?”
Getting comfortable, Elijah crossed his hands behind his head. “Oh, nothing in particular,” he answered casually and looked at his father. “I was just in the area and thought I’d come and see you.” Besides, he was hungry and he had a plan to fulfill. He just didn’t want to blurt it out right now. Elijah loved the verbal exchanges with his dad, and his mom always told him, that they were cast from the same mold, at least when it came to their characters. But even their looks were very similar, especially their eyes, which were glistening artfully.
“You’re looking good, Dad.“
“Alright,” Horatio smiled broadly and put down his book. “What do you want?” He didn’t really need to ask; he knew his teenage son well. “You want to raid the fridge, huh?” Elijah could eat Horatio out of house and home, but Horatio could live with that. The boy needed it, being so athletic. “Have a look in the freezer, there should be a pizza. Or you can heat up the rest of the lasagna.” Seeing the boy’s face light up, Horatio knew he’d been right. “And then you can tell me what you really want,” he winked at him. “And what it will cost me.”
“What makes you think that what I want would cost you anything?” the boy countered and stood up to make his way into the kitchen. “You want to eat something, too?”
“No, thank you. But you can get me a lemonade if you want to,“ Horatio called back. “You want to know how I know it will cost me something? Let me think…when you needed the new baseball bat you told me I was looking good. Same with the new glove.. oh and not to mention when you need money for the movies,” he listed. “Should I go on?”
While pottering around in the kitchen, he kept on talking with him. “Yeah sure. Go on, even though all those things were basic needs,” Elijah answered coolly. Another characteristic he got from his father.
After the lasagna made its way into the microwave, Elijah looked for two glasses and searched for the pitcher. “Gotcha,” he murmured and filled the glasses.
“Basic needs…ah…that’s what you call it?” Horatio teased. “Like your new training jacket? Which already looks worn by the way?” No, this was definitely no fashion. It looked like the moths had already had their fun with it. “If it was decent jeans, but no, everything you buy has holes.” Thank God, he didn’t wear those baggy pants, the things hung everywhere except where they should. Then he would have mounted the barricades.
Elijah’s head appeared in the door crack. “Dad, if I didn’t wear the jacket while I’m training, it wouldn’t be called a training jacket, right? And besides, it looks cool and the girls love it.”
“The girls like it, when your clothes look like Swiss Cheese? Nah,” Horatio shook his head. “I can’t imagine that, Junior.”
“Hmph,” the boy pulled a face when he heard the Junior. “You bet Dad!” With that he walked back into the kitchen.
Grinning about the comment, Horatio put his legs on a small stool, waiting for Elijah to come back with his drink. “In the past, the girls would have sneered at it,” he declared and wondered about the youth nowadays.
With a tray, Elijah appeared and maneuvered carefully to the table. “Oh really? When I think about the clothes you’ve worn…those skin-tight loon pants. Not to mention the hairstyle…,” he grinned charmingly. He had seen pictures of his father in old photo albums from his mother. “…really embarrassing.”
“This was fashionable son and what can I say? Your mom liked it,” he nodded and reached for his glass. “And what do you mean about the hairstyle?” He tilted his head, waiting for an answer, but wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to hear it.
“This was no hairstyle, it was a dead poodle,” Elijah laughed. “All these sideburns.” Piece for piece, the lasagna wandered into his mouth. “Sure you don’t want some?” He was a good boy after all.
“Positive, I already had some. And I’ll ignore the dead poodle remark young man.“ Chiding he lifted his forefinger, before he drank. When he watched his son eating, he asked himself how he made it. He himself had never eaten that much without gaining weight. But his son seemed to be blessed. “So what’s going on?”
Elijah grabbed a napkin and looked at his dad. “Mom threw me out,” he answered lapidary and tried to keep a straight face.
Quickly, Horatio slapped his chest chokingly. “What?” he asked shocked. “What happened?”
“Don’t know. She packed her suitcase and told me she’d be gone.” His father’s shocked face was priceless. He would have given the world to take a photo of it, but he didn’t want to risk his life.
“You’re kidding me, right?” His ex-wife would never do that. Not without a good reason at least. But when he thought about it…a teenager would be a good one. “Where’s mum?”
“Not here anymore?” The boy shrugged his shoulders, but couldn’t help but smile. “Daaad, keep your hair on. She’s in Orlando for the weekend. And I had to promise her, that I’d stay with you. And ta da…here I am. Isn’t that fantastic?“
“Hm, your mum didn’t tell me about it,“ Horatio answered with feigned boredom. “The whole weekend?” He pulled a face. “Oh great…” Two could play this game.
“That’s what I told her. I’m old enough to stay alone at home for three days,” he pouted.
All he could do was smile. “In your dreams son, but only in them.”
“Oh yeah? Just give me a good reason,” Elijah countered.
“You’re 15 years old.”
“That’s no reason.“
“It is. For your mother and me. And that should be enough for you. I wasn’t allowed to stay at home alone at this age and it didn’t harm me. So you’re going to live with it.” He was on Samantha’s side. 15 year olds had the tendency to have wild parties when the parents weren’t at home. Not to mention that girls were there too without any control. No way.
“Man…Kenny is always alone when his mum is away and his dad won’t come home for the weekend,” Eli whined and couldn’t understand it. “So why can’t I?” He had an easy relationship with his parents, but not when it came to this topic.
“Because your name isn’t Kenny. What Kenny’s parents do or not is irrelevant. You aren’t staying alone at home over the weekend, Elijah. I’m sorry, but this is the end of the discussion.” He wasn’t strict with the boy that often, but in this case he was. He had had so many young people as victims. First they’d been to a party and then drove the car in a drunken state. And there was no way he would open this door to his son and his friends.
Knowing that there was no use to argue with his dad, Elijah snorted and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Secretly, he wasn’t all that mad about his father’s decision, because that’s where he wanted him. “And what do I get as compensation?”
“A roof above your head? That’s worth a lot, don’t you think? And a warm meal. Almost like a hotel. No wait, it is like a hotel.“
“Not acceptable,” he shook his head. “You have to come up with something better.”
“Why me, when it’s you who needs the roof?” Horatio asked amused and already knew that his son had a plan. But he loved to have him on the hook.
“Because I could stay with grandma and grandpa? And you would be the one being here all alone?” Yes, he also had an ace up on his sleeves.
“What makes you think I’d be alone? And how do you know, that I’m not on call this weekend, hm? And if you really want to go stay with grandma and grandpa, who get up at eight even on the weekend, go ahead. I’m not stopping you.”
Sometimes, there was no fun in bargain with his dad. He needed a moment to come up with a good answer. “You’re mean dad.”
“That was my revenge for the poodle,” Horatio smiled back and nodded at him, a bit more serious. “So what did you plan for us?” He loved spending time with his son, without any female influence.
Satisfied about accomplishing his goal, he ate the last piece of his meal and answered him, when he had swallowed. “Something for real men. Just us, a boat and two fishing poles.” Sometimes it was scaring him that even their hobbies were the same, but in this case, it was very good. Except for baseball. But fishing came right afterwards.
That was after his fancy. “I think Maria is filled up and the caboose too,” Horatio nodded and referring to the small cruiser he had bought years ago, when Eli had still been a toddler. “All right, let me call the lab to tell them I’ll be gone and if you want to, we can go tomorrow if the weather is good. What do you think?”
A broad smile was appearing on Eli’s face. “You’re not on call?” The fact that he had been at war with his father’s job was known to his family. Eventually, it had been this job putting obstacles in the family’s way. Thanks to this job, his father had more enemies then he could count and that’s why Samantha had lived in constant fear for her husband, which had caused a permanently damage in the relationship. This was the reason why Elijah had his mother’s maiden name, another fact, why it had been hard for him to identify himself with his father.
But there weren’t only disadvantages, he knew that. His dad hadn’t missed a lot baseball matches and was usually around when he needed his help, even after the divorce. From two of his friends he knew that it could be a lot worse, because the Mitchell’s and Connelly’s were always arguing, even after the divorce. So the solution in staying with his mum and having a shelter with his dad was a lot better.
“Nope, I don’t,” Horatio shook his head and knew how much that meant to his son. “And even if I did, I would have switched with someone. I just have to tell them that I’m going to be out of cell range, that’s all. What about you getting your stuff upstairs, have a look in the internet about the weather and I make the call?”
Jubilant, the boy jumped up and raised his fist into the air. “Awesome. Thanks Dad!”
Laughing he watched his Junior. Spending time with his son was the number one on his list. “Let’s see who will get the message,” he murmured to himself. He would only tell them, that he won’t be in Miami. No words about Elijah. The less people knew about his fatherhood, the more secure the boy was and that included his team.
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