Growing up I'd always looked to my father as a kind of role model for the man I wanted to be as I grew older. I know that he wasn't perfect, and I'll be the first to tell you that if asked, but he wasn't a bad person. Dad was tough, for lack of a better word, in several ways. He was resilient. Throughout the constant stress of his job, he never ( Read more... )

"Daddy Daddy Daddy!" the blur of an excited five year old barreled down the stairs of a lush Boston suburbanite home. Young Jack Shephard flung himself at his father, hugging him tightly around the knees. "Guess what guess what?!"

With a slow, deliberate motion of the hands, Christian pried  his son off of him, watching the boy still hop ( Read more... )

OOC: Muses can respond as lil versions of themselves or as normal. I just think interaction would be fun with this if they want lemonade too!

The mop of dark hair fell into the boy's eyes as he bent at the waist, carefully setting down a plastic picnic table onto a sidewalk. He then nudged it a little to the right, then set it barely an inch ( Read more... )

As he drove through the 3:00 AM Los Angeles rain to the airport, Jack couldn't help but play his mother's words over and over in his head. "You don't get to say "I can't." Not after what you did." She had said it so abruptly, as she used to speak to him when he was seven years old and there was no room for argument.

Not after what you did. She made ( Read more... )

Jack remembered that day vividly. He had been five years old and it was April 23rd, his parents' anniversary. At that age he didn't quite grasp the concept of an anniversary, much less love, but he knew that this day was special to his parents somehow. He was going to do something good to surprise them and make their day even better than before ( Read more... )