No Other One, Chapter 29
Title: No Other One, Chapter 29
Author: Duckie Nicks
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Yelina Salas, Horatio Caine, the whole Caine family
Author's Note: WARNING: SPOILER FOR SEASON 6.
Summary: Almost two decades ago, Horatio made a decision that would change his family forever. Will they ever forgive him? Will he ever tell Yelina how he feels? This is an alternative to the beginning of season 6. A Horatio and Kyle story; H/Y romance in the future.
Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, and Chapter 28
Disclaimer: I own the show, just as I'm America's Next Top Model. ;) Don't sue.
“Children find everything in nothing; men find nothing in everything.” - Giacomo Leopardi
“We’ll get you registered for school on Monday,” Horatio said once they were back in the car. “Tomorrow we’ll go down to social services to file some paperwork… to make sure that the necessary people understand that you are… well, that you’re in my custody now.”
Kyle didn’t know what to say in response so he remained quiet. The prospect of a new school was one thing. He didn’t really want to change schools, but maybe a “fresh start” - as though that were even possible - would help. No doubt Deana’s father had bailed her out, and where they’d gone to school together… she’d been popular, and he’d been an outsider. Which would make things that much harder. So perhaps it was for the best.
He could do that - get used to a new school.
But going down to social services seemed like something else entirely. The whole idea made him… twitchy, like a, for a lack of better words, criminal being interrogated
Would they ask him what he thought about Horatio? If his answers weren’t acceptable, would that mean they would take Kyle away - and breaking his deal in the process?
And maybe he could lie well enough. The teenager thought tomorrow he’d probably brush his usually messy blond locks down, so that he looked ridiculous but innocent. And the nameless faces of social services (who should have been more interested in his case but never were) would ask him what he thought about finding his father. And Kyle would lie like he’d never lied before. “Well, gee, sir/madam, it’s been kind of shocking! Finding out you have a dad and all.” He would pause right there, make it seem like he was really touched by the whole scenario before finishing. “But Horatio’s been awful nice, and I would love to live with him. He’s the bestest dad ever!”
The teenager smirked inwardly. Yeah, he had that part down pat.
But Horatio might be a problem. The blond couldn’t be sure, not now anyway, but the man seemed like someone who… was convinced of his own goodness. And as such, his father wouldn’t see that lying was necessary (probably), so he’d probably tell the truth, whatever that was in his own mind. Which could so easily screw him over.
Well, Kyle thought to himself, he’d just have to figure out how to fix that. Horatio wouldn’t be able to tell the truth and mess things up for them. For him.
But figuring out how to manipulate this man was… difficult, to say the least. Not really knowing Horatio at all, Kyle didn’t know what to say or do.
He just didn’t even know where to start.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Ray Junior came home to a silent house, which always meant he was alone. Because neither Salases nor Caines were quiet people. And if his mother was around, she’d be scrubbing the shit out of something or annoying him - both were two of her favorite activities.
He muttered an almost inaudible “Score.”
And making his way to the kitchen for some serious fridge raiding, Ray realized, sadly, that he wasn’t alone.
Sitting at the kitchen table was his mother. But it didn’t really look like his mother. She looked upset - okay, she looked totally miserable... Her eyes had tears in them, and she’d looked like she’d been crying at some point.
Thank God she wasn’t doing that now, he thought. All he wanted was some post-school snackage, not a Hallmark moment with his mother. So he walked passed her, pretending like he hadn’t even noticed her.
But as Ray jerked open the fridge, he couldn’t help but think that it was a little odd for her to be sitting there silently.
Usually when she was upset, his mother had no problem letting the world hear about it. And since there wasn’t any screaming or sobbing or breaking dishes or being overly dramatic in some other obnoxious way, the teenager could only assume that she was really upset.
What did he do?
It was his first instinct to assume that she was angry with him; these days she was rarely pleased, and the fact of the matter was…. He’d done some unpleasant things with his life.
Not that she had a right to rag on him like she did, but at least if he’d done something, it would explain her sullenness.
As Ray Junior searched through the fridge for something remotely edible in all the food, he thought about what she might have found out. There was, of course, the cranberry juice he’d spilled on the white carpet a while back. But he’d managed to hide that by moving the couch a little bit.
Shoving the milk aside, the brunet berated himself. No. It wouldn’t be the giant red stain on the carpet. As much as his mother would freak, as much as she hated her insanely clean world disturbed, she wouldn’t be this way over it.
Cause… she’d kill him when he found out about that, he knew.
But what else could it be?
Ray Junior searched through his last month’s worth of actions. There were some little things here and there. One big thing that he would never tell her about, because she’d probably beat the hell out of him and cry about grandchildren she was surely never going to have now. Or some other lame shit like that.
But even his sexuality couldn’t elicit this kind of response. Because she’d be angry and disappointed, but the teenager thought it would take something really big to make her upset in this way. Which… admittedly frightened him a little.
Because she only became this kind of sad over things that usually involved his father. Like when he’d died - or when they’d thought that at least. Or when they’d learned that Madison existed. Or when he’d died for real.
And given that his mother had been researching some kid whose mother had dated his namesake… maybe there was something going on?
Maybe… maybe… Ray hesitated to even think it but couldn’t stop himself from doing so. Maybe he was still alive?
With that loaded question in his mind, the teenager knew he couldn’t eat anything, and so he slapped the fridge door shut. It was rough and loud and usually his mother would say something sarcastic and condescending about how he needed to be more gentle. He waited for the admonishment, waited for the opportunity to lash out at her and return her verbal spar.
But this time, she said nothing, just kept staring at her hands.
Well that was new, he thought.
His curiosity piqued, Ray Junior finally asked, “What’s wrong?” He hadn’t said it particularly loud, but the question seemed to ring out in the silent room. And the teenager waited for her to say something, anything.
But she remained silent in her own little world.
And deciding that it wasn’t worth it, or that in the very least, she wasn’t going to say anything, he headed to his room. As he closed the door behind him, Ray Junior couldn’t help but feel a little hope stir inside of him.
What she was doing might mean that his father was alive… and that was the only thing he could think about.
Working on the videogame would have to wait.
End (30/??)
Author: Duckie Nicks
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Yelina Salas, Horatio Caine, the whole Caine family
Author's Note: WARNING: SPOILER FOR SEASON 6.
Summary: Almost two decades ago, Horatio made a decision that would change his family forever. Will they ever forgive him? Will he ever tell Yelina how he feels? This is an alternative to the beginning of season 6. A Horatio and Kyle story; H/Y romance in the future.
Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, and Chapter 28
Disclaimer: I own the show, just as I'm America's Next Top Model. ;) Don't sue.
“Children find everything in nothing; men find nothing in everything.” - Giacomo Leopardi
“We’ll get you registered for school on Monday,” Horatio said once they were back in the car. “Tomorrow we’ll go down to social services to file some paperwork… to make sure that the necessary people understand that you are… well, that you’re in my custody now.”
Kyle didn’t know what to say in response so he remained quiet. The prospect of a new school was one thing. He didn’t really want to change schools, but maybe a “fresh start” - as though that were even possible - would help. No doubt Deana’s father had bailed her out, and where they’d gone to school together… she’d been popular, and he’d been an outsider. Which would make things that much harder. So perhaps it was for the best.
He could do that - get used to a new school.
But going down to social services seemed like something else entirely. The whole idea made him… twitchy, like a, for a lack of better words, criminal being interrogated
Would they ask him what he thought about Horatio? If his answers weren’t acceptable, would that mean they would take Kyle away - and breaking his deal in the process?
And maybe he could lie well enough. The teenager thought tomorrow he’d probably brush his usually messy blond locks down, so that he looked ridiculous but innocent. And the nameless faces of social services (who should have been more interested in his case but never were) would ask him what he thought about finding his father. And Kyle would lie like he’d never lied before. “Well, gee, sir/madam, it’s been kind of shocking! Finding out you have a dad and all.” He would pause right there, make it seem like he was really touched by the whole scenario before finishing. “But Horatio’s been awful nice, and I would love to live with him. He’s the bestest dad ever!”
The teenager smirked inwardly. Yeah, he had that part down pat.
But Horatio might be a problem. The blond couldn’t be sure, not now anyway, but the man seemed like someone who… was convinced of his own goodness. And as such, his father wouldn’t see that lying was necessary (probably), so he’d probably tell the truth, whatever that was in his own mind. Which could so easily screw him over.
Well, Kyle thought to himself, he’d just have to figure out how to fix that. Horatio wouldn’t be able to tell the truth and mess things up for them. For him.
But figuring out how to manipulate this man was… difficult, to say the least. Not really knowing Horatio at all, Kyle didn’t know what to say or do.
He just didn’t even know where to start.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Ray Junior came home to a silent house, which always meant he was alone. Because neither Salases nor Caines were quiet people. And if his mother was around, she’d be scrubbing the shit out of something or annoying him - both were two of her favorite activities.
He muttered an almost inaudible “Score.”
And making his way to the kitchen for some serious fridge raiding, Ray realized, sadly, that he wasn’t alone.
Sitting at the kitchen table was his mother. But it didn’t really look like his mother. She looked upset - okay, she looked totally miserable... Her eyes had tears in them, and she’d looked like she’d been crying at some point.
Thank God she wasn’t doing that now, he thought. All he wanted was some post-school snackage, not a Hallmark moment with his mother. So he walked passed her, pretending like he hadn’t even noticed her.
But as Ray jerked open the fridge, he couldn’t help but think that it was a little odd for her to be sitting there silently.
Usually when she was upset, his mother had no problem letting the world hear about it. And since there wasn’t any screaming or sobbing or breaking dishes or being overly dramatic in some other obnoxious way, the teenager could only assume that she was really upset.
What did he do?
It was his first instinct to assume that she was angry with him; these days she was rarely pleased, and the fact of the matter was…. He’d done some unpleasant things with his life.
Not that she had a right to rag on him like she did, but at least if he’d done something, it would explain her sullenness.
As Ray Junior searched through the fridge for something remotely edible in all the food, he thought about what she might have found out. There was, of course, the cranberry juice he’d spilled on the white carpet a while back. But he’d managed to hide that by moving the couch a little bit.
Shoving the milk aside, the brunet berated himself. No. It wouldn’t be the giant red stain on the carpet. As much as his mother would freak, as much as she hated her insanely clean world disturbed, she wouldn’t be this way over it.
Cause… she’d kill him when he found out about that, he knew.
But what else could it be?
Ray Junior searched through his last month’s worth of actions. There were some little things here and there. One big thing that he would never tell her about, because she’d probably beat the hell out of him and cry about grandchildren she was surely never going to have now. Or some other lame shit like that.
But even his sexuality couldn’t elicit this kind of response. Because she’d be angry and disappointed, but the teenager thought it would take something really big to make her upset in this way. Which… admittedly frightened him a little.
Because she only became this kind of sad over things that usually involved his father. Like when he’d died - or when they’d thought that at least. Or when they’d learned that Madison existed. Or when he’d died for real.
And given that his mother had been researching some kid whose mother had dated his namesake… maybe there was something going on?
Maybe… maybe… Ray hesitated to even think it but couldn’t stop himself from doing so. Maybe he was still alive?
With that loaded question in his mind, the teenager knew he couldn’t eat anything, and so he slapped the fridge door shut. It was rough and loud and usually his mother would say something sarcastic and condescending about how he needed to be more gentle. He waited for the admonishment, waited for the opportunity to lash out at her and return her verbal spar.
But this time, she said nothing, just kept staring at her hands.
Well that was new, he thought.
His curiosity piqued, Ray Junior finally asked, “What’s wrong?” He hadn’t said it particularly loud, but the question seemed to ring out in the silent room. And the teenager waited for her to say something, anything.
But she remained silent in her own little world.
And deciding that it wasn’t worth it, or that in the very least, she wasn’t going to say anything, he headed to his room. As he closed the door behind him, Ray Junior couldn’t help but feel a little hope stir inside of him.
What she was doing might mean that his father was alive… and that was the only thing he could think about.
Working on the videogame would have to wait.
End (30/??)