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Ten minutes isnât âa whileâ. I forget sometimes you have a hard time sitting still for more than two minutes, at least youâre not as twitchy as a Scout. /She circled around the tree casually, toeing her boot at the ground idly before sitting down finally and bumping her foot to his leg/Â
Used t'be a Scout. When I was like... 24. -He reached up and idly scratched at his beard. Roddy glanced over at the bump and bumped her right back with his knee.-
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/She rocked back on the heels of her boots a bit, looking up at him and nodding again/ Pretty sure itâs good for both teams that you arenât a Medic. Just let me know when the ten minutes are up, because it still isnât feeling a bit better.
Yeah, well.
-He huffed and plopped to his ass at the base of the tree and blew a raspberry up at her.-
Told you, it takes a while.
Takes longer than it does for a Medic to fix a gunshot injury but, alright. Ten minutes. You have a watch or just going to gauge the time off the placement of the sun? /She hummed out, returning his smirk with a little squint of her eyes/
I got a watch.
-He huffed, crossing his arms petulantly.-
I ain't a medic and 'dis shit ain't his weird gun, so 'course it takes longer.
Okay /She said simply, hands resting easily on her hips as she arched an eyebrow up at him, her smile widening just a bit. She couldnât help wanting to tease him, maybe just liking that look on his face a little too much for her own good/ Then weâll wait and see. How long does it normally take, soldier boy?Â
... 'bout ten minutes.
-He mumbled, fidgeting with his hands for just a second before slooooowly turning to look at her again, pretty sure that he had gotten his blush under control. He couldn't help but cock a smirk at her.-
/Okay, she didnât quite think heâd really do it, staring half a second and wondering if the kiss was even long enough to get the sweat and dust on his lips, because that was easier to think about than the little tingle in her tummy. She swallowed hard, pulling up a grin and shaking her head slightly, biting the inside of her cheek before clearing her throat/ Nope, you were wrong, didnât help anything.Â
-He was very pointedly looking away from her now, trying his damndest not to blush like a fucking schoolgirl. He was too old for this bullshit. Roddy did glance down for just a second when she cleared her throat, but oh God, that grin on her face made his heart leap into his throat so he quickly looked away again.- Just give it a few minutes, this shit takes time, yanno.
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Jason let out an angry sounding puff through his nose, staring down at Roddy. A flash of disappointment, a bit of anger and a lot of confusion clouded his vision, and when Roddy finally stopped talking he turned away and crossed his arms over his chest. His fingers drummed against his bicep, making it quite clear he was doing his best to keep his hair-trigger temper under control.
He didnât care about having a dad, he never really had. Some days he wondered what it would have been like to have someone do boy things with him, but heâd hadâŚan acceptable childhood. His mother had be rough and course, as well as his brothers, but he could hardly believe that Roddy would have been any better.
"Whatever." he grunted finally, turning back towards the Soldier to face him evenly. "IâŚI oughta talk to Ma about dis."
He fucked it up. He was fucking it up. Roddy should have just not-- Not said anything at all, damn it. His eyes looked down to the floor, hands gripping each other awkwardly in his lap before one moved to rub at his arm.
"Yeah, yeah uh..." He cleared his throat, "That's... Probably best."
Roddy moved to stand back up, pushing against the ground with his hands as he got to his feet with a huff. He was getting too old for this shit. That was a terrifying thought all on it's own.
Jason grunted and shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. What would it have mattered if Roddy had been there or not? Heâd grown up just fine without him, as far as he was concerned. Sure his mother was a little harsh with her punishments, but would Roddy have been any better? Considering the way theyâd first met he doubted it. Heâd kept his reaction to the little revelation to a bare minimum, though â he still really wanted to confirm it with his mom before he did anything else.
As cool as it was finding out that Roddy was his dad there really werenât any big implications of it that he could thing of. He was twenty-four for Godâs sake â it didnât mean a whole lot to him in the long run. It wasnât much more to him than a title.
The fact that Roddy had to have slept with his mother hadnât even registered with him until Roddy called it a fling.
"A whâa fling?â he tensed a little, then turned, jaw set. âWhatâwhaddya mean it was a fling? I donât care dat ya didnât stick around, whatever, neither did da other guys, butâŚâ He worked his jaw back and forth, looking a bit perturbed by the fact his mother would be so careless and that heâd been the by-product of nothing more than a random act of passion.
He put a few fingers against his temples and scowled, rubbing at them hard. Roddy turning out to be his father was one thing, realizing heâd been a complete, utter accident was quite another.
"Yeah, a fling--" He started, then realized why it may have bugged Jason, "Fuck. Sorry."
Roddy quieted down a bit again, eyebrows furrowed and still in deep thought. This shouldn't be such a big fucking deal, so why did it shake him up so much? Jason was a grown ass man, not a kid, no matter how many times Roddy had called him just that. There wasn't anything Roddy could do about it now, and Jason probably wanted to drop it.
"I liked your mom, okay? I just had to go 'cuz of the Industries. If I had known, I woulda stayed, maybe it coulda been more than a fling, I don't know. Fuck." He stopped talking again, somehow figuring he was making it worse, "But it's too late for any o' that 'woulda-coulda-shoulda' bullshit."
Jasonâs brows shot up at the apology, and he scrunched his nose up with a little huff. It didnât occur to him in that moment what exactly Roddy was even saying sorry for. As far as he knew theyâd both just found out a new bit of information about each other, as shocking as it was. But it was good information, wasnât it? Theyâd already built up a father/son type of relationship anyway. It was literally meant to be, in a way.
But maybe that was too simplistic of a way to look at it.
"For what?" he finally asked, turning his gaze back towards the pitiful looking man on the ground.
"For what?" He repeated, pulling his hand away from his face as his eyebrows furrowed, "Fuck, for not bein' there, for not knowin' for-- Fuck if I know. For all of it."
He made a motion with his hands before they fell pitifully to the floor at his sides.
"I didn't even think," He started, "It was just a fling, you know? I was already in the Industries, I was just passin' through. We met up at a bar and you don't wanna know all this shit, fuck."
Roddy cursed, rubbing his face again.
/She raises an eyebrow at that, small breath slowly slipping out of her nose before she decided to call his bluff, nodding once/ Go ahead, I really doubt itâll make an ounce of difference, though.
-Shit. FUCK. Shit. She wasn't supposed to say okay. That was not what was supposed to happen. Now what should he do? Fuck. Fuck it. Fuck it all. He leaned down and gave her a (very) short and quick kiss on the shoulder where he had elbowed her.-
Jason watched him with a mixture of annoyance (at his obvious horror, having him as a son wouldnât be that horrible would it?) and nervousness. He fidgeted and shrugged again, eyes trained on the Soldier as he leaned heavily into a wall and dropped to his rump. It had shocked him, sure, but even he hadnât reacted that strongly. Then again, heâd never had a kid before.
"Name? Oh, Jackie. Well, Jacqueline, same last name." He scratched the back of his head with a frown. Now that he really thought about it, had his mother ever actively suggested that Jason Sr. was his father? Sheâd named him after the man (at his insistence) but whenever she spoke of him it was always his younger sisterâs father, never his. The thought made him bite his lip and he slowly shifted to lean against the wall beside Roddy.
Jacqueline Moore. Shit. Holy fucking shit. He did. He knew a Jacqueline Moore. He knew a Jacqueline Moore biblically. And that was just about 25 years ago. Son of a bitch. He rubbed his face silently, still trying to come to terms with the fact that he was a father. Not just that. Jason's father. That somehow made it all that much more weird. And he wasn't there. He hadn't been there a damn second. He'd say that he didn't know he existed-- he did-- but not in the way that he knew now.
"Fuckin' hell..." Roddy muttered, glancing up at Blu through the crack in his fingers, "I'm so fuckin' sorry, Blu."
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The Scout shrugged weakly and he averted his eyes, scuffing the carpet even harder, the spikes of his cleats fraying at the fibers. With how much he was doing that it would surely need replacing sooner than usual. After a moment of silence he finally shrugged and let out a breath, the tenseness in his muscles.
"Yeah, yeah, I knowâŚ" he grumbled, his eyes flickering towards Roddyâs startled expression. "I, uh, just came from da doctors, ân uhâŚ" His face twisted a little as he tried to think of a way to break it to him. Should he even say it now? Or should he confirm it with his mother first? Not knowing what to do made him antsy, and his squirming probably didnât help Roddyâs confusion any.
"Iâwas just wonderinâ is all because, um. Doc was jokinâ about Fatherâs day ân all. Yâknow how dey do, âyou takinâ daddy out for lunch, kiddo?â kinda thing. And well he was under da impression dat, uh, you were my dad?" He paused there for a second to let Roddy take that in. "Anâ he said dere were DNA shit to back it up ân I guess he thought i was jussâ jokinâ when I said dat ainât my dad because he jussâ laughed and wellâa-are you sure yâdonât have any kids?â
Roddy's brain stopped working the moment Blu let it slip that the doctor said that he was his dad. There was no way he could be! Shit, Jason was what, twenty four? Twenty four years ago Roddy was... Twenty. Holy shit. It could have happened. It could have... Â No. No way. Absolutely not. There was no way Roddy could be his dad. None of his girlfriends had ever told him they were pregnant, he always used... Mostly used condoms. Oh god.
"I--" He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't form any words. So he closed his mouth again and backed up just a little bit to lean against the wall and slowly slide down onto his ass. There was no way he could keep himself standing.
"... What's your mom's name?" Roddy asked, rubbing his face with a hand and looking up to Blu. Now that he was looking, he could see it too. His eyes, his nose (before he broke it) and even the shape of his jaw. It was all there and it was terrifying.
Jason bristled and jumped the second he heard Roddyâs voice, and he fidgeted for an unnecessarily long time before turning around to face him. He opened his mouth to give him a sassy retort, but once he was facing the old man he started to notice little things that they shared. Shape of the eyes, curve of the brow, he wondered how Roddyâs nose had looked before itâd become so crookedâŚjust little things you wouldnât notice unless you knew to look.
"Yeah, wellâŚfuck off." he scoffed under his breath, his hands planted on his hips. Any reply heâd been able to cook up seemed to die the second it hit the back of his tongue, and instead he found himself scuffing his feet at the ground.
"So, uhâ" he cleared his throat awkwardly, eyes flickering away from Roddyâs face. "You got any kids?"
Roddy's smile dimmed a bit at Jason's behavior, the kid wasn't usually this melancholy. He crossed his arms as he cocked an eyebrow, wondering just what had Blu in such weird mood.
"Hey now, I ain't even done anythin' yet," He started, "What's crawled up your ass and died?"
Then there was the question.
And was it a hell of a question.
"Kids?" He sounded incredulous, "Well, no, but what brought that up?"
During one small routine check up Jason found himself alone within the small medical office of his personal Medic. Sure it was Fatherâs Day but he had no one to celebrate with or for. Not since Jason Sr. had jumped ship when he was just a youngling. Heâd briefly considered doing something with Roddy, but figured thatâd be too odd â and Reid never did like it when the two hung around each other much.
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And that's when Roddy arrived on the scene with his (less than) perfect timing. No matter how much he snooped, he couldn't seem to find that Sniper he'd been talking to, so it was back to looking for something else to keep him busy. She was probably hiding from him, which he wouldn't blame her, he was pretty annoying to be around.
So far, no luck, as he was hopelessly bored and everyone seemed to have fucked off to do their own thing. That was, until he saw Blu staring into a window. He couldn't help but snort, the kid looked like he was trying to stare into his own soul.
"You ain't gonna get any prettier by starin' at yourself." He said with a grin.
No, you hurt me, youâre a big oaf and Iâm a quarter of your size, Iâll have a bruise, now /She nodded, huffing and rubbing the spot exaggeratedly/
What, you want me to kiss it and make it better?
-Did he just say that? Fuck. He did. God damn it, Roddy, you had one job.-
/Maybe exaggeratedly stumbles at the elbowing, rubbing the spot and giving a completely fake pained noise/ Easy, helmethead.
Oh pbbbbthbth.
-He stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry at her.-
That didn't even hurt.
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Seeing as you were the one in the tree, hanging around like an ape⌠/She teased him, a faint flutter in her tummy that she pointedly ignored as she looked at him and elbowed him lightly/ Because you, again, started it.Â
Pfffft.
-He scoffs and grins again, elbowing her back playfully.-
But you went along with it.
/She stared for a long moment, slowly starting to narrow her eyes at him and sighing as she shook her head again/ Youâre a child, you know that?Â
At least I didnât have any stuffed into my mouth, though.Â
Hey, you're the one that still hangs around me.
-He grinned, though to be totally honest he didn't even know why. Of course, half of the time he was the one looking for her, but he was gonna ignore that.-
Ech, why'd you have to bring that up?
