Part 1
By Joanna ([email protected])
Summary: This is supposed to take place during the gap of season 2
and 3, when Jack is staying with Grams and Jen, and Andie is getting
treatment.
Jack could grams calling him. He didn�t want to move. He had only
just woken and still had his sleepy heat.
�Jack please can you come down, we need to talk!� came grams� voice.
Jack through back his sheets and scouted around for a pair of jeans
which he could quickly throw on, before making his way down the
stairs.
�I coming, I�m coming� he yawned
He turned the corner in to the kitchen and froze. He couldn�t think
of a word to say, even if he had it would have been a job to make
his mouth utter them. He looked at grams in despair, as if she had
just reached out for a knife and had driven it into his heart.
�What�s going on?� Jack finally spoke.
Jack looked at his father who was now rising from the breakfast
table. Jack could still see the disgusts in his eyes.
�Jack�we need to talk� Mr McPhee answered.
Jack glanced again at grams� apologetic eyes, he didn�t blame her
for letting him in; he only too well how sly and two faced his
father could be.
�No, I don�t think we do. You said enough last time!� snapped Jack
�I�m going out�
Jack stormed out the house, hearing grams� cry of his name over and
over. He started to run, but didn�t know where he was going. He
suddenly realised he was wearing little more than is bed clothes,
but had no intention of going back to the house, not now anyway. He
carried on running faster and faster. Jack could no longer see as
tears blurred his vision. He stopped running and slumped against a
wall. He was totally oblivious of the fact the Jen had come and sat
next to him. He was startled to hear her voice.
�I didn�t think you much further than here. Grams called me when he
showed up. I believe her exact word were �stop what ever you are
doing and get your best fiend butt back here now!�� Jen put on he
best grams voice, though she didn�t receive a smile. �Are you
okay?� she asked already knowing the answer.
�Why?� Jack whispered. �Why now? He can�t honestly expect me to
sit there and have a father son conversation with him, can he?�
�Jack, I don�t know why he has turned up and I know that you don�t
want to talk to him, but I really think you should� Jen sighed.
Jack couldn�t believe what he was hearing. Why was she saying this?
�You can�t be serious, you�re the person who only three weeks ago
said that I was better off without him!� Jack stared her right in
the eyes.
�I know Jack, I know. But don�t you think you could just hear him
out, show him that nothing he says bothers you. Show him you don�t
need him, you have found yourself a new family� she paused to access
his unreadable expression. She tenderly carried on, �The sooner you
do that, the sooner he can be gone. And if you want it to, it could
be for good�
Jen placed a hand on Jack�s arm. He looked at her and before she
could read his expression he was crying on her shoulder.
�Jack, it will be okay, I can stay with you if you like?�
�I don�t think I can do this by myself� he paused as if unsure if he
wanted to share something, then gave up hiding it, � When it�s just
you, me and grams I�m fine, I am just Jack. But as soon as my dad
shows up I turn in to Jack, the gay guy. As long as my dad looks at
me in the way he did this morning all I am going to be is Jack, the
gay guy�� Jack lifted his head from Jen�s shoulder, �� and there is
more to me than that. You see it, grams sees it, so why can�t my
own father see it?�
�You aren�t going to find the answer sitting here, are you?�
Jen smiled warmly as she pulled him off the ground. They both
walked hand in hand towards the house.
�Jack?�
�What?�
�Don�t take this the wrong way, but are you wearing your pyjamas?�
They looked in to each others eyes and laughed uncontrollably.
To be continued�