whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
WHO: polarisation, swatwithdragons, papadragon.
WHAT: Sometimes just one thing happens to change it all.
WHERE: Lilycove, Hoenn.
WHEN Late April, 1984. Lance just turned ten. Sefton is roughly eighteen months old.
He shouldn't be here. He was supposed to be in Johto, home--he'd promised Lance he'd be home and not have to leave the boy at the gym for a few months at least. And here he was, breaking his promise. This was different, Zane told himself as he made for the stairs leading down from the hospital's roof, affixing Charizard's 'ball to his belt. There was something here unrelated to any of his work in the past few months. Something like ...
'Masaru-sama, we ran the DNA test. He's yours.'
... This was a family matter. He couldn't ignore it. Even Lance would understand that, as belligerent as the boy could be.
Someone at the end of the corridor looked up, saw him, and yelped, almost dropping his clipboard. "M- Masaru-sama?!"
"Maternity ward," he demanded in a clipped tone, and then swept past the man in the direction he pointed. They were going to get this sorted out. And if he had another son at the end of it--
If he had another son at the end of it, there were some things in his life he would just have to change. ⋅⋅ ⌊ ☆ ⌉ ⋅⋅
second scene ; 3 days
WHAT: Sometimes just one thing happens to change it all.
WHERE: Lilycove, Hoenn.
WHEN Late April, 1984. Lance just turned ten. Sefton is roughly eighteen months old.
He shouldn't be here. He was supposed to be in Johto, home--he'd promised Lance he'd be home and not have to leave the boy at the gym for a few months at least. And here he was, breaking his promise. This was different, Zane told himself as he made for the stairs leading down from the hospital's roof, affixing Charizard's 'ball to his belt. There was something here unrelated to any of his work in the past few months. Something like ...
'Masaru-sama, we ran the DNA test. He's yours.'
... This was a family matter. He couldn't ignore it. Even Lance would understand that, as belligerent as the boy could be.
Someone at the end of the corridor looked up, saw him, and yelped, almost dropping his clipboard. "M- Masaru-sama?!"
"Maternity ward," he demanded in a clipped tone, and then swept past the man in the direction he pointed. They were going to get this sorted out. And if he had another son at the end of it--
If he had another son at the end of it, there were some things in his life he would just have to change. ⋅⋅ ⌊ ☆ ⌉ ⋅⋅
second scene ; 3 days