100Songs ~ #071 ~ Perfect
Title: Did I let you down?
Fandom: Without A Trace
Characters: Martin Fitzgerald, Victor Fitzgerald
Prompt: #071. Perfect - Simple Plan.
Word Count: 1,079
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: Ah, no spoilers really ^^; uhh, contains anger? xD
Summary: “Sorry, dad, did I not turn out the way you planned I would?”
Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't pretend that
I'm alright
And you can't change me
“Do we have to ask him for help?” Martin half-whined looking to the elder agent.
Jack suppressed a small grin as he carefully chose his words. “He’s in charge of the FBI. If we want to control the transportation in and out of the city then we need his permission first” he answered keeping his voice low so that the sectary wouldn’t overhear. “You could always talk to him on your own, you know”
Now it was Martin’s chance to suppress a grin. “Ah, I think I’ll skip on that, thanks”
“How long has it been?” Jack asked looking towards the younger blue-eyed agent.
“Since I last saw my dad?” Martin asked before sucking air back in through his teeth. “- About two years now” he added with a small hollow laugh. “Aunt Bonnie’s funeral - I was surprised he attended, mom probably made him” he said in an undertone, the bitterness obvious.
“Oh” Jack commented with a small nod.
The conversation between them was interrupted by the small cough of the sectary, trying to attract their attention. “Mr. Fitzgerald is ready to see you now. it was nice to meet you again Martin” she informed them with a small smile directed at the younger agent.
Jack raised his eyebrows at Martin as they stood. “Don’t” Martin told him. “She worked here when I was growing up”
Jack managed a small chuckle as he followed Martin into the office of thee Victor Fitzgerald; director of the FBI. “Really? Here I was just thinking you were into the older woman”
“Very funny” Martin told him with a roll of the eyes before falling silent and looking towards the chair that dominated the room they had now entered. “Hello dad”
~*O*~
“So what can I do for you boys?” Victor asked softly as he folded his arms over each other in front of him, on the desk.
Martin bit his tongue to stop himself from saying something he’d regret; instead choosing to press the case. “We need to stop all transport in and out of New York City” he told his father, no emotion in his voice, no body language giving away tell tale signs.
Victor laughed for a brief moment before looking to them disbelievingly. “You’re not serious, are you?” he asked earning himself a nod from Jack. “-But I can’t. People would panic; they’d be a massive up-roar. I can’t”
“If you want a kid to be safe, and return home alive then you would” Martin told him coldly. The kid he was referring to had only gone missing a couple of hours ago but transport still needed to be stopped so that they could limit the search radius and buy themselves more time.
“What’s one child compared to the thousands that would panic” Victor asked his voice just as cold as his sons.
Jack interrupted before the discussion could evolve into an argument. “Excuse me. Where is the bathroom?” he asked causing both the Fitzgerald men to look to him confused.
“Ah, out here third door on your right” Victor answered after a moment’s hesitation.
Jack flashed a small smile. “Thanks” he said as his gaze briefly went to Martin before nodding, curtly, and walking out of the office.
“As I was saying, I can’t do it. It’s only one child. If it was more then I would consider it” Victor explained with a sigh. “You don’t need the transportation cut off anyway, you can still find the child.”
Martin gave a hollow laugh as he leaned back in the stiff wooden chair, which had been placed so that he faced his father. “That’s always been your attitude, hasn’t it? One child doesn’t matter. Hey, I bet it’s even better when you don’t know them!” he said with a grimace.
“Oh, Martin, Martin, Martin...” his father sighed looking sadly towards his son. “You were always so good in discussion, you’re wasted in the missing persons unit... you’re not even any good at it” his eyes briefly met his sons before they both broke the connection. “I heard what happened on your first day. Going after a possible killer, really?” Victor smirked. “You should have gone into politics, like I suggested”
The slam of Martins hands on the hard wood desk made his father jump. “You suggested?!” he yelled looking directly at his now less cocky father. “You didn’t suggest! You forced me into it. I’d rather clean streets than be caught up in politics!” their identical eyes met once more as Martin heaved a deep breath. “I’m not you! I’m not perfect. I’m me! Martin! I’m happy. I’m better. Stop trying to destroy that”
“-But” Victor tried looking straight to his son, not backing down.
Martin slammed his hands down once again. His baby-blue eyes fairing in anger. “You know what? Screw it. Coming here wasn’t worth it. We’ll find the kid. And you know what, when we do, I’ll make sure that the missing persons unit gets the credit, not you!”
Victor managed a small chuckle as Martin marched towards the door and yanked it open. “I’ll think you’ll find that’s politics Martin”
Martin managed a small laugh back. “I’m not perfect, nor do I strive to be. I’m not you, I don’t need all the answers, I just need people around me... which is something you seem to lack” he commented with a smirk. “-Bye dad”
~*O*~
“Smooth trick, Jack” Martin commented as they left the building. “He’s not doing it”
Jack nodded as he buried his hands in the pockets of his jet black trousers. “I didn’t think he would”
“Why- Why did you make me stay on my own with him and ask then?” Martin asked his jaw slacking slightly.
“You needed to speak” Jack shrugged. “You wouldn’t have talked otherwise. The air needed to be cleared”
Martin chuckled as they headed back towards the car. “Y’know, Jack, sometimes you’re more of a father to me than he was”
Jack raised his eyebrow in response a grin greeting his lips. “Only sometimes?”
Fandom: Without A Trace
Characters: Martin Fitzgerald, Victor Fitzgerald
Prompt: #071. Perfect - Simple Plan.
Word Count: 1,079
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: Ah, no spoilers really ^^; uhh, contains anger? xD
Summary: “Sorry, dad, did I not turn out the way you planned I would?”
Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good enough for you
I can't pretend that
I'm alright
And you can't change me
“Do we have to ask him for help?” Martin half-whined looking to the elder agent.
Jack suppressed a small grin as he carefully chose his words. “He’s in charge of the FBI. If we want to control the transportation in and out of the city then we need his permission first” he answered keeping his voice low so that the sectary wouldn’t overhear. “You could always talk to him on your own, you know”
Now it was Martin’s chance to suppress a grin. “Ah, I think I’ll skip on that, thanks”
“How long has it been?” Jack asked looking towards the younger blue-eyed agent.
“Since I last saw my dad?” Martin asked before sucking air back in through his teeth. “- About two years now” he added with a small hollow laugh. “Aunt Bonnie’s funeral - I was surprised he attended, mom probably made him” he said in an undertone, the bitterness obvious.
“Oh” Jack commented with a small nod.
The conversation between them was interrupted by the small cough of the sectary, trying to attract their attention. “Mr. Fitzgerald is ready to see you now. it was nice to meet you again Martin” she informed them with a small smile directed at the younger agent.
Jack raised his eyebrows at Martin as they stood. “Don’t” Martin told him. “She worked here when I was growing up”
Jack managed a small chuckle as he followed Martin into the office of thee Victor Fitzgerald; director of the FBI. “Really? Here I was just thinking you were into the older woman”
“Very funny” Martin told him with a roll of the eyes before falling silent and looking towards the chair that dominated the room they had now entered. “Hello dad”
~*O*~
“So what can I do for you boys?” Victor asked softly as he folded his arms over each other in front of him, on the desk.
Martin bit his tongue to stop himself from saying something he’d regret; instead choosing to press the case. “We need to stop all transport in and out of New York City” he told his father, no emotion in his voice, no body language giving away tell tale signs.
Victor laughed for a brief moment before looking to them disbelievingly. “You’re not serious, are you?” he asked earning himself a nod from Jack. “-But I can’t. People would panic; they’d be a massive up-roar. I can’t”
“If you want a kid to be safe, and return home alive then you would” Martin told him coldly. The kid he was referring to had only gone missing a couple of hours ago but transport still needed to be stopped so that they could limit the search radius and buy themselves more time.
“What’s one child compared to the thousands that would panic” Victor asked his voice just as cold as his sons.
Jack interrupted before the discussion could evolve into an argument. “Excuse me. Where is the bathroom?” he asked causing both the Fitzgerald men to look to him confused.
“Ah, out here third door on your right” Victor answered after a moment’s hesitation.
Jack flashed a small smile. “Thanks” he said as his gaze briefly went to Martin before nodding, curtly, and walking out of the office.
“As I was saying, I can’t do it. It’s only one child. If it was more then I would consider it” Victor explained with a sigh. “You don’t need the transportation cut off anyway, you can still find the child.”
Martin gave a hollow laugh as he leaned back in the stiff wooden chair, which had been placed so that he faced his father. “That’s always been your attitude, hasn’t it? One child doesn’t matter. Hey, I bet it’s even better when you don’t know them!” he said with a grimace.
“Oh, Martin, Martin, Martin...” his father sighed looking sadly towards his son. “You were always so good in discussion, you’re wasted in the missing persons unit... you’re not even any good at it” his eyes briefly met his sons before they both broke the connection. “I heard what happened on your first day. Going after a possible killer, really?” Victor smirked. “You should have gone into politics, like I suggested”
The slam of Martins hands on the hard wood desk made his father jump. “You suggested?!” he yelled looking directly at his now less cocky father. “You didn’t suggest! You forced me into it. I’d rather clean streets than be caught up in politics!” their identical eyes met once more as Martin heaved a deep breath. “I’m not you! I’m not perfect. I’m me! Martin! I’m happy. I’m better. Stop trying to destroy that”
“-But” Victor tried looking straight to his son, not backing down.
Martin slammed his hands down once again. His baby-blue eyes fairing in anger. “You know what? Screw it. Coming here wasn’t worth it. We’ll find the kid. And you know what, when we do, I’ll make sure that the missing persons unit gets the credit, not you!”
Victor managed a small chuckle as Martin marched towards the door and yanked it open. “I’ll think you’ll find that’s politics Martin”
Martin managed a small laugh back. “I’m not perfect, nor do I strive to be. I’m not you, I don’t need all the answers, I just need people around me... which is something you seem to lack” he commented with a smirk. “-Bye dad”
~*O*~
“Smooth trick, Jack” Martin commented as they left the building. “He’s not doing it”
Jack nodded as he buried his hands in the pockets of his jet black trousers. “I didn’t think he would”
“Why- Why did you make me stay on my own with him and ask then?” Martin asked his jaw slacking slightly.
“You needed to speak” Jack shrugged. “You wouldn’t have talked otherwise. The air needed to be cleared”
Martin chuckled as they headed back towards the car. “Y’know, Jack, sometimes you’re more of a father to me than he was”
Jack raised his eyebrow in response a grin greeting his lips. “Only sometimes?”