#john reckless

John: William?

Will: Yes, it's me. Your son. And it's "Will", Dad.

John: No. "William". I named you.

Will: You ruined my life!

prompt number 21. What did I say?

Mirrorworld fanfiction

“What did I say?”

“Pleeeeeease” Yelled the kid, bouncing up and down on his booster seat on the rear seat.

“Jacob!”

“But you promised you would have done something GREAT for my birthday!” Exclaimed him, pressing his nose against the car window.

Yes, he had

“I haven’t forgotten it” said John Reckless, smiling.

“REALLY?” Asked the little Jake, his eyes full of adventures as only a six-years-old could be. They had left Rosamund and Will at home, his younger son was too little for that kind of…experience.

And Rosamund didn’t totally approve it, but she hadn’t said anything. Probably because it was a dream, for her, to see her husband. John was proud of her loyalty, and hided his shame under piles of lies. He had passed a long time away from home.

“Where are we going, then?”

“It’s a surprise, I can’t tell you”

“Please?”

“No”

“This isn’t right!”

“But you love surprises!” Chuckled John, without noticing how his child’s eyes had darkened at those words.

Jacob murmured something, pointing his eyes towards the window.

“What?”

“When will you disappear again?” OH

“Not soon… I had some…things for work to get done and…”

“Grandpa says you’re unreliable” Ah, Rosamund’s father… always ready to vilify him.

“Don’t believe him, then. I’m here, aren’t I?” But Jacob wasn’t listening anymore.

The car ride proceeded for at least another half-an-hour. A long time for someone incapable of staying quiet. His teachers always complained to his mother that Jacob was as reckless as his name. Well, they were boring, so he didn’t care much of their opinion. They descended in front of a strange building next to a long concrete trail. Jacob stared intently at the halls and at the people his father greeted as friends.

“So you’re here to have and adventure?” Asked the guy in a suit to Jacob. He furrowed his little brows. Oh, what he would have given away to be a grown-up, to look at that pretentious stranger dead in the eyes at the same height.

“Obviously” said the kid. John smiled.

“Your favourite? Do you want a pilot?” Asked The Guy. His father nodded and dragged Jacob outside, on the concrete railway.

“Why are we here, dad?” asked the child.

“Well, why don’t you go there and find out yourself?” Said John, pushing Jacob towards a great shed. He loved discovering things, but he tried not to show his eagerness. He slipped through the high, ajar door and…

“WOW” He exclaimed, unable to contain himself.

It was an hangar.

“ARE WE GOING TO….”

“Shhhhh, Jacob! People are working, don’t scream!”

“…FLY?” John gave his son a defeated look.

“Yes”

“THIS IS THE   BEST    BIRTHDAY   OF MY WHOOOOLE LIFE” Screamed him, running towards the closer airplane. It was old, like the ones his dad had on his desk. A man with a uniform appeared from behind the vehicle and laughed.

“Oh yes, this will be a great adventure, how old are you?”

“Six. Today”

“You’ll be my younger passenger on this model. Come on, are you ready to fly?”

Jacob: brave, intelligent, red-headed, shape shifter -

Fox: I meant blood type.

Jacob: Oh