New The District Fic: 10-61 Juvenille Action
Title: 10-61 Juvenile Action
Fandom: The District
Characters: Nancy/Phil, OMC, Ray Cutter, 2 OFC
Prompts:For family_15#3 Children and varietypack100 #100 Writer’s Choice Judge
Word Count: 1000 - was going to add more, but how perfect!
Rating: K+
Summary:“The judge would like to talk to you now.”
Author's Notes: This is an AU story that is so far off on timeline and storyline that it is only a “The District” fanfic because it is borrowing those characters. In order for this universe to work with another universe that I crossed these characters over into, the show needs to have taken place in the early/mid ‘90’s. So, this story take place in about 1997, which means for this universe Nancy found out about her Huntington’s disease in 1995 and Ella Farmer died about the same time. Also, Nancy never took the promotion to Detective in this series, but she does work closely with Debreno and Temple as needed. The judge’s name is the name of the judge that Lynn Thigpen played on Law and Order and the Lawyer is Lynne (obvious) Metayer (means Farmer in French).
Johnny, who now liked to be called Jack or Jacky, Wells sat on the hard wooden bench outside the courtroom swinging his legs. His suit was brand new and itched. Unlike his Easter suits, this suit was dark blue with long pants and made of wool and he was beginning to hate it. His hand crept up to tug on his collar, but his ‘Uncle’ Ray noticed and shook his head.
Dropping his hand, Jack sighed, “How much longer?”
“I don’t know, buddy. It shouldn’t be too much longer. Mama and Papa have been in there for about twenty minutes, so it should be your turn soon,” Ray Cutter smiled, trying to reassure the boy. He was merely rewarded with another sigh and Jack’s head dropping against his side. Ray smiled down at the top of the red head and wrapped an arm around the boy. They sat like that for a few minutes until the door across from them opened and Nancy and Phil Brander and their lawyer emerged.
Jack scampered off the bench and towards his foster parents, “Mama, Papa, are we done yet?”
“Not quite, sweetheart,” Nancy crouched in front of the boy. “The judge would like to talk to you now.”
“Are you comin’ wif me,” Jack nervously chewed his lip.
“Coming with,” Nancy automatically corrected and waited for Jack to correctly repeat the words. Jack’s unfortunate formative years had done little to affect his growth as nearly weekly he was out growing his pants or shoes and his spirit as he was a happy and energetic child. However, his speech had been affected. Phil and Nancy had been advised to work on his speech and over the last two years it had become a habit to adjust his speech to the proper pronunciation. And Jack would, for the most part, patiently repeat the words until he got them right.
Jack took a breath and repeated, “Are you coming with me?”
“No, sweetie. Papa and I have to stay out here with Uncle Ray, but Ms. Metayer will be with you. Okay,” Nancy hugged and kissed Jack when he nodded his head solemnly.
When Nancy released Jack, Phil shook his head and crooked a finger at the boy, “Mama got lipstick on you.” Phil used his handkerchief to wipe the red smudge from Jack’s forehead, “Don’t be nervous, okay, buddy? No matter what Mama and I love you, got it.”
“Got it,” Jack hugged his Papa’s legs before turning to take the lawyer’s hand and heading into the judge’s chambers.
Jack gripped the lawyer’s hand as they walked into large office. The dark wood lining the room and the massive bookcases were intimidating, but the woman sitting behind the desk was smiling warmly and stood as they entered the room. Sitting in one of the chairs in front of her desk, she held out her hand, “Hi, I’m Judge Ida Boucher. You must be Johnny Wells.”
“Kinda.”
The judge tilted her head to look up at the lawyer, “Kinda?”
Jack answered before the lawyer could, “Johnny Wells is my real name, but I like to be called Jack Brander cause my Mama and Papa are Branders and Jack is better than Johnny.”
“Why is Jack better than Johnny,” Judge Boucher asked, now beginning to understand a little more.
“Cause,” Jack spoke like it was obvious, “Johnny was what my first Daddy called me and my first Daddy didn’t love me. Well, he didn’t love me like my Papa loves me. Papa Phil calls me Jack. He loves me. He only yells at me when I’m very bad and he tells me bedtime stories and watches cartoons with me. I think my Papa Phil likes me; my first daddy didn’t. And, it’s like my Grappy Jack, he’s the boss of the police. So, Jack is better than Johnny.”
The judge smiled, “Now I understand. Are you happy with the Branders?”
“Oh, yeah! I’ve’s got a great big room and wots of toys and Mama is a pretty good cook, but she sometimes burns fings and that makes Papa waugh. Mama and Papa awmost never fight, but fey waugh a lot,” Jack stopped suddenly and started speaking more slowly. “Mama would tell me to slow down and say my words better. I’ve got problems with L’s and th’s, but we’re working on it.”
“Mama and you?”
Jack nodded, “And Papa and Uncle Ray and Grappy Jack and Uncle Davey and… kinda everybody in our family.”
“Well,” Judge Boucher held out both her hands and Jack automatically took them, “it sounds like you have a very lovely family. I’m very happy to tell you that you’re going to be with them for a very long time, too.”
“Forever?”
She smiled brightly, “Yes, Jack, forever. You can tell Mama and Papa that I’m going to happily sign the adoption papers.”
“Mrs. Judge, can I ask a favor,” Jack asked, his face an earnest plea.
“Of course,” she let a small laugh escape at the form of address.
Jack quickly climbed into her lap and whispered something in her ear.
When he pulled back she nodded at him and gave him a small hug, “I think we can do that. Now, run out and tell Mama and Papa the good news.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice for the little boy to scamper from the room.
“What did he want,” Lynne Metayer asked as soon as the door shut behind him.
Ida Boucher stood and walked back behind her desk, “He wants the certificate to read ‘Jack Brander’ not John or Johnny Brander. Think his parents will go for it?”
Lynne nodded, “Yeah, they’ve been trying to cast off any reminders of his former life for a very long time. I think that would be perfect. A new name, a new life.”
“Okay,” Ida put pen to paper and signed with a flourish. “Tell the Branders to have a very happy life.”
“Oh, they will,” Lynne smiled as she took the certificate out to present to the new, legal, forever family.
Fandom: The District
Characters: Nancy/Phil, OMC, Ray Cutter, 2 OFC
Prompts:For family_15#3 Children and varietypack100 #100 Writer’s Choice Judge
Word Count: 1000 - was going to add more, but how perfect!
Rating: K+
Summary:“The judge would like to talk to you now.”
Author's Notes: This is an AU story that is so far off on timeline and storyline that it is only a “The District” fanfic because it is borrowing those characters. In order for this universe to work with another universe that I crossed these characters over into, the show needs to have taken place in the early/mid ‘90’s. So, this story take place in about 1997, which means for this universe Nancy found out about her Huntington’s disease in 1995 and Ella Farmer died about the same time. Also, Nancy never took the promotion to Detective in this series, but she does work closely with Debreno and Temple as needed. The judge’s name is the name of the judge that Lynn Thigpen played on Law and Order and the Lawyer is Lynne (obvious) Metayer (means Farmer in French).
Johnny, who now liked to be called Jack or Jacky, Wells sat on the hard wooden bench outside the courtroom swinging his legs. His suit was brand new and itched. Unlike his Easter suits, this suit was dark blue with long pants and made of wool and he was beginning to hate it. His hand crept up to tug on his collar, but his ‘Uncle’ Ray noticed and shook his head.
Dropping his hand, Jack sighed, “How much longer?”
“I don’t know, buddy. It shouldn’t be too much longer. Mama and Papa have been in there for about twenty minutes, so it should be your turn soon,” Ray Cutter smiled, trying to reassure the boy. He was merely rewarded with another sigh and Jack’s head dropping against his side. Ray smiled down at the top of the red head and wrapped an arm around the boy. They sat like that for a few minutes until the door across from them opened and Nancy and Phil Brander and their lawyer emerged.
Jack scampered off the bench and towards his foster parents, “Mama, Papa, are we done yet?”
“Not quite, sweetheart,” Nancy crouched in front of the boy. “The judge would like to talk to you now.”
“Are you comin’ wif me,” Jack nervously chewed his lip.
“Coming with,” Nancy automatically corrected and waited for Jack to correctly repeat the words. Jack’s unfortunate formative years had done little to affect his growth as nearly weekly he was out growing his pants or shoes and his spirit as he was a happy and energetic child. However, his speech had been affected. Phil and Nancy had been advised to work on his speech and over the last two years it had become a habit to adjust his speech to the proper pronunciation. And Jack would, for the most part, patiently repeat the words until he got them right.
Jack took a breath and repeated, “Are you coming with me?”
“No, sweetie. Papa and I have to stay out here with Uncle Ray, but Ms. Metayer will be with you. Okay,” Nancy hugged and kissed Jack when he nodded his head solemnly.
When Nancy released Jack, Phil shook his head and crooked a finger at the boy, “Mama got lipstick on you.” Phil used his handkerchief to wipe the red smudge from Jack’s forehead, “Don’t be nervous, okay, buddy? No matter what Mama and I love you, got it.”
“Got it,” Jack hugged his Papa’s legs before turning to take the lawyer’s hand and heading into the judge’s chambers.
Jack gripped the lawyer’s hand as they walked into large office. The dark wood lining the room and the massive bookcases were intimidating, but the woman sitting behind the desk was smiling warmly and stood as they entered the room. Sitting in one of the chairs in front of her desk, she held out her hand, “Hi, I’m Judge Ida Boucher. You must be Johnny Wells.”
“Kinda.”
The judge tilted her head to look up at the lawyer, “Kinda?”
Jack answered before the lawyer could, “Johnny Wells is my real name, but I like to be called Jack Brander cause my Mama and Papa are Branders and Jack is better than Johnny.”
“Why is Jack better than Johnny,” Judge Boucher asked, now beginning to understand a little more.
“Cause,” Jack spoke like it was obvious, “Johnny was what my first Daddy called me and my first Daddy didn’t love me. Well, he didn’t love me like my Papa loves me. Papa Phil calls me Jack. He loves me. He only yells at me when I’m very bad and he tells me bedtime stories and watches cartoons with me. I think my Papa Phil likes me; my first daddy didn’t. And, it’s like my Grappy Jack, he’s the boss of the police. So, Jack is better than Johnny.”
The judge smiled, “Now I understand. Are you happy with the Branders?”
“Oh, yeah! I’ve’s got a great big room and wots of toys and Mama is a pretty good cook, but she sometimes burns fings and that makes Papa waugh. Mama and Papa awmost never fight, but fey waugh a lot,” Jack stopped suddenly and started speaking more slowly. “Mama would tell me to slow down and say my words better. I’ve got problems with L’s and th’s, but we’re working on it.”
“Mama and you?”
Jack nodded, “And Papa and Uncle Ray and Grappy Jack and Uncle Davey and… kinda everybody in our family.”
“Well,” Judge Boucher held out both her hands and Jack automatically took them, “it sounds like you have a very lovely family. I’m very happy to tell you that you’re going to be with them for a very long time, too.”
“Forever?”
She smiled brightly, “Yes, Jack, forever. You can tell Mama and Papa that I’m going to happily sign the adoption papers.”
“Mrs. Judge, can I ask a favor,” Jack asked, his face an earnest plea.
“Of course,” she let a small laugh escape at the form of address.
Jack quickly climbed into her lap and whispered something in her ear.
When he pulled back she nodded at him and gave him a small hug, “I think we can do that. Now, run out and tell Mama and Papa the good news.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice for the little boy to scamper from the room.
“What did he want,” Lynne Metayer asked as soon as the door shut behind him.
Ida Boucher stood and walked back behind her desk, “He wants the certificate to read ‘Jack Brander’ not John or Johnny Brander. Think his parents will go for it?”
Lynne nodded, “Yeah, they’ve been trying to cast off any reminders of his former life for a very long time. I think that would be perfect. A new name, a new life.”
“Okay,” Ida put pen to paper and signed with a flourish. “Tell the Branders to have a very happy life.”
“Oh, they will,” Lynne smiled as she took the certificate out to present to the new, legal, forever family.