My Son
Title: My Son
Author: Pamala
Character: LJ Burrows and another guy *g*
Spoilers: Well since its " Otis " post Ep there be spoilers here.
Category: Post Ep
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Authors notes: My daughter Emma developed a lil crush on LJ
this week and insisted I write a lil something to get him out of
the mess he's in so this is for my Emma.
Thanks: To miss_mazzie for the quick masterful beta
and her oh so important and valued friendship.
I'd failed my son and needed to find a way to begin to make it right.
I trailed the Dept. of Corrections van at a safe distance for more than
a day before the right opportunity presented itself.
Both of us stopping for gas on the edge of what I knew from the location
was the start of the 'middle of nowhere', posing as just another customer I
tossed a few nails under the vans back tire as I passed by, appearing utterly
indifferent, on my way inside to pay before I pump.
It took nearly thirty miles of empty, sun-drenched highway for the slow
leak I'd induced to bring on a full-on flat and stop the van along side the
road.
Stopping well back from them, hiding the car in a wooded area, I was able
to sneak up, using the tree limb I'd lifted from the ditch along the way to
render the man changing the flat unconscious with very little sound.
The little - but far from none at all - thump of the man's limp body hitting
the ground alerts the man behind the wheel to something that is amiss
outside, pulling him from of his place, dutifully guarding LJ, in the van with
his gun drawn.
Ideally, no one was to get hurt, but nothing about all of this or my life is
ever ideal, and I'm left with no choice but to pull out the gun tucked in the
waist of my pants and shoot before he could do the same.
It was not something I'd intended or wanted to do but...
...I'd failed my son and owed it to him to do whatever it took.
A trained, far quicker shot than the man standing in front of me, the bullet
from my pistol makes contact, shattering the mans knee, before he can
even reach for the trigger.
Stripping him of the ring of keys hanging from his belt, I free LJ, quickly
dragging him - not bothering to stop or say a word - still cuffed away to
the car hidden a few hundred feet away on the edge of the road, speeding
away as soon as we are both safely inside.
We drive for six hours straight, my eyes scanning the horizon for trouble
in every direction, neither one of us saying a word, until we reach a seedy
off-the-beaten-path motel late into the night.
Following cautiously behind him into the room, tossing a pair of jeans and T
shirt onto the bed next to him, I choose that moment to speak to him for the
very first time.
" I'm here to help, LJ. I'm not going to hurt you. "
Turning my back on him while he changes his clothes, it feels stranger than
I'd ever imagined hearing his voice as he speaks to me.
" Yeah... well ... sorry if I'm a little skeptical hearing you assurances,
Mister, but you're far from the first person to say they want to help me.
There's been a long LONG line of them so far. Most of the time they're only
interested in, framing me for murder, killing me, basically using me to get to
my Dad anyway they can. "
" I'm not like them LJ. I'm here to keep you safe ... protect you with my
life if need be. "
He turns around to face me, tugging the T over his head roughly, eyebrows
raised in doubt.
" Okay, while that's all great... thrilled to hear it... it doesn't make a
whole lot of sense from where I stand. I gotta wonder why the hell you'd go
that far? What's in it for you? WHY! ... why would YOU do this? "
" I'm here because I owe it to your father, LJ. "
He steps up, defiant, looking me dead in the eye refusing - just like his
father - to let the fear show, waiting less than patiently for an answer.
" You owe my Dad, eh? Good to know...I WILL keep that in mind! Now that we
have that straight, how about you tell why you owe him... tell me who you are? "
" You want to know who I am? "
He looks at me sternly, looking far more worn, hardened, and tough than he
should at his tender age.
" YES! I do... You say you are here to protect me but I got no reason
to believe that. You tell me who you are, why I should believe you, trust
you, right now or I walk right out that door... "
" You can trust me, LJ. I will protect you, get you to your father no
matter what it takes, because your father is my son, LJ."
TBC?
Author: Pamala
Character: LJ Burrows and another guy *g*
Spoilers: Well since its " Otis " post Ep there be spoilers here.
Category: Post Ep
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB,
please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Authors notes: My daughter Emma developed a lil crush on LJ
this week and insisted I write a lil something to get him out of
the mess he's in so this is for my Emma.
Thanks: To miss_mazzie for the quick masterful beta
and her oh so important and valued friendship.
I'd failed my son and needed to find a way to begin to make it right.
I trailed the Dept. of Corrections van at a safe distance for more than
a day before the right opportunity presented itself.
Both of us stopping for gas on the edge of what I knew from the location
was the start of the 'middle of nowhere', posing as just another customer I
tossed a few nails under the vans back tire as I passed by, appearing utterly
indifferent, on my way inside to pay before I pump.
It took nearly thirty miles of empty, sun-drenched highway for the slow
leak I'd induced to bring on a full-on flat and stop the van along side the
road.
Stopping well back from them, hiding the car in a wooded area, I was able
to sneak up, using the tree limb I'd lifted from the ditch along the way to
render the man changing the flat unconscious with very little sound.
The little - but far from none at all - thump of the man's limp body hitting
the ground alerts the man behind the wheel to something that is amiss
outside, pulling him from of his place, dutifully guarding LJ, in the van with
his gun drawn.
Ideally, no one was to get hurt, but nothing about all of this or my life is
ever ideal, and I'm left with no choice but to pull out the gun tucked in the
waist of my pants and shoot before he could do the same.
It was not something I'd intended or wanted to do but...
...I'd failed my son and owed it to him to do whatever it took.
A trained, far quicker shot than the man standing in front of me, the bullet
from my pistol makes contact, shattering the mans knee, before he can
even reach for the trigger.
Stripping him of the ring of keys hanging from his belt, I free LJ, quickly
dragging him - not bothering to stop or say a word - still cuffed away to
the car hidden a few hundred feet away on the edge of the road, speeding
away as soon as we are both safely inside.
We drive for six hours straight, my eyes scanning the horizon for trouble
in every direction, neither one of us saying a word, until we reach a seedy
off-the-beaten-path motel late into the night.
Following cautiously behind him into the room, tossing a pair of jeans and T
shirt onto the bed next to him, I choose that moment to speak to him for the
very first time.
" I'm here to help, LJ. I'm not going to hurt you. "
Turning my back on him while he changes his clothes, it feels stranger than
I'd ever imagined hearing his voice as he speaks to me.
" Yeah... well ... sorry if I'm a little skeptical hearing you assurances,
Mister, but you're far from the first person to say they want to help me.
There's been a long LONG line of them so far. Most of the time they're only
interested in, framing me for murder, killing me, basically using me to get to
my Dad anyway they can. "
" I'm not like them LJ. I'm here to keep you safe ... protect you with my
life if need be. "
He turns around to face me, tugging the T over his head roughly, eyebrows
raised in doubt.
" Okay, while that's all great... thrilled to hear it... it doesn't make a
whole lot of sense from where I stand. I gotta wonder why the hell you'd go
that far? What's in it for you? WHY! ... why would YOU do this? "
" I'm here because I owe it to your father, LJ. "
He steps up, defiant, looking me dead in the eye refusing - just like his
father - to let the fear show, waiting less than patiently for an answer.
" You owe my Dad, eh? Good to know...I WILL keep that in mind! Now that we
have that straight, how about you tell why you owe him... tell me who you are? "
" You want to know who I am? "
He looks at me sternly, looking far more worn, hardened, and tough than he
should at his tender age.
" YES! I do... You say you are here to protect me but I got no reason
to believe that. You tell me who you are, why I should believe you, trust
you, right now or I walk right out that door... "
" You can trust me, LJ. I will protect you, get you to your father no
matter what it takes, because your father is my son, LJ."
TBC?