A/N: I have been writing parts of this story for a long time. I was going to write this as its own fic but I decided that each chapter will be a story about his teenage years within itself. It will NOT be in chronological order. However each chapter will either begin in the present and go back to the past or begin in the past and end in the present. Each installment will have it's own chapter title. Depending on the story line he and Alex will either be married as in many of my other fics, with their son Robby OR they will be partners.
EACH CHAPTER IS A DIFFERENT STORY.
Here we go...The first installment...
Oh one more thing. This installment is dedicated to one of my favorite FF authors' bammi aka Ronni.
Before you click on to the next chapter please read the summary and the author's note on the top.
She wakes for no particular reason; she glances at the young man who shares her bed. He is sprawled out on the left side, his long legs are uncovered. She reaches for the sheet and gingerly places the sheet over his bare skin.
The memory of their first meeting comes to mind. He helped her to her car that night almost ten weeks ago. She had a bit too much to drink.
"Need help," her chauffer for the night asks.
He shakes his head, "No thanks," he opens the rear passenger door as the chauffer enters the drivers' side of the limo. She pulls on his arm as she enters the vehicle, "Come with me," she says more with a commanding tone than a favor.
"I can't Mrs. Shaunessey I have to get back to work."
"I'll call Remo and tell him you needed to take the rest of the night off." She opens her bag and removes a fifty-dollar bill, "Here."
He frowns, "No, no matter what you think of us working people I am not a whore."
"I know that, I just want….need someone to talk to."
He expels a long breath, "Don't you….call one of your…." He sighs when he notices not only sadness in her eyes but a tear as well, he enters the vehicle; she crushes the bill in his lap. He smoothes it out and hands it back. "I said no."
The thought of sex was never on their minds the many times she left the restaurant and he escorted her home. That night only six weeks ago he once again gave her assistance and it was the first time he accepted her invitation to enter the home. The multiple times before they would sit in the car for hours and they would talk. He listened to her and knew when to speak and when to keep silent. He held her in his arms that night as she cried, crying for her loneliness and her misery. One minute he was holding her tight as they sat on the couch the next minute they were naked and he was inside her. He touches her and kisses her in places her husband of twenty years would never venture. Another 18-year-old man would have most likely fallen in love with her, but not this young man. He is as lonely as she and he too is searching for what life has to offer him. She is and has been in awe of his mature manner however he does have a destructive side. His perception about life is at times unnerving to her, she who is old enough to be his mother.
He sleeps so soundly, She frowns as the thought enters her mind for someone so tormented. The phone rings and he stirs. She picks it up on the second ring, "Hell…." She clears her throat. "Hello."
"Were you sleeping?"
"No Martin," she smiles, she has always loved the sound of his voice, deep and sultry.
"I won't be home until Friday, Margaret."
"Friday, I thought you were coming home tomorrow," she doesn't need to fake the sound of sadness in her voice she truly is.
"Things have been pushed back; Nestor isn't available to discuss the merger until Friday morning."
"Alright," she sighs as she sits up in the bed, her sudden movement causes him to look up. "How about I fly out there and we spend the day together," she says with a lilt in her voice, much like a young girl.
"It's a five hour flight by the time you got here…."
"You're right Martin," she agrees in words but her heart is aching for him. "It would be too rushed I'll see you Friday, goodnight."
"I love you," she whispers as she sets the phone on the cradle. She lies back down on the bed. She can't look at him though he is leering at her. She closes her eyes hoping he'll do the same.
"So what exactly is his problem," he nudges in closer to her, using his finger to trace the outline of her face. He can hear her sigh, "I mean it can't be the way you look," he lays a kiss on her lips. "Maybe it's him, ever think of that."
"No….I….I love him, can you believe that?"
"Him or this," he gestures with his hand showing her the room. The bed alone is too large to fit in the bedroom in his apartment. The antique furniture throughout the house ranks in the millions.
"It's not all his money," she says with a nasty tone.
He flops onto his back, "Yeah whatever, all this shit and you're both miserable."
"We were happy once…." She can hear a grunt from him, "We were!" she exclaims. She pulls up the silk sheet, "I don't have to defend myself to you, you little shit."
He says chuckling, "Maybe you should suck his dick like you suck mine."
She finds no humor in the statement, "Stop that, don't talk like that."
"Why, it's just fucking. No more, you get what you want and I get what I want."
She decides to turn the tables on the young man. "And what exactly is it that you want Bobby." He shrugs his broad shoulders, "What are you going to do with the rest of your life."
"The rest of my life," he places his hands behind his head. "I don't even know what I'm gonna do tomorrow," the small laugh from him is bogus.
"You're eighteen years old; don't you ever think about your future?"
"Me!" he exclaims, "Me and my life, what about you?" He sits up in the bed. "Look at this big fuckin' tomb you live in. You might as well be dead."
"Go to hell what would you know, you're just a kid." She turns away from him. She wants to argue, she can't because she knows in her heart that he, yes this teenager is right.
"Maybe so, but I have eyes and," he stops along with his hostile demeanor. "I heard you on the phone. I never heard you speak to him before. My impression of him was of a cold heartless man, but he isn't….Is he?"
She whispers the word, "No."
"You have to tell him how you feel. Maybe he thinks everything is fine." She turns slowly to face him, he is sitting facing forward with his head down, "You deserve a life with the man you love Margaret, who most likely loves you." She watches as he swings his legs off the bed, "We shouldn't do this anymore."
She shakes her head ever so slightly; once again he says something that truly amazes her. "Yes Bobby you're right." She reaches out to touch his hand. "I enjoyed our talks very much."
He slips his boxers on, "Me too," he scans the floor then the bed looking for his t-shirt. It meets his face as he hears her giggle. He flashes a warm smile. "Have a great life Margaret." He steps into his jeans.
"You too Bobby."
He scoffs, "Yeah right."
"Don't alright me; you're a very bright young man. Do something with that analytical brain of yours."
"Thanks, I'll try."
"Ok, ok I will." He walks slowly to her side of the bed, leaning down he kisses her forehead. "Take care of yourself Margaret."
She lightly pats his cheek, "I will, you too," she wags her finger at him. "Behave yourself."
He chuckles as he begins to button his shirt. He turns once more and winks at her. He reaches for the doorknob, "You're a very special lady Margaret, I'll never forget you." He opens the door and a moment later he is down the stairs and out the front door.
"I will never forget you either Bobby." She lies back down pulling the silk sheet up to her neck. "I hope and pray that you will find who you are and what you really want from this life. You are too special not to."
He walks up the stairs to the thirty-year-old mansion. "Detectives," Detective Chris Brown greets them. "Martin Shaunessey, 75 looks as if someone broke in, he surprised them and from the shock he had a heart attack."
"This is the eighth home invasion in as many weeks," Alex shakes her head in despair, "Totally senseless," she says as Bobby gestures for her to lead the way.
"His son and wife are in here," Chris points down the hall, "His wife called her son, not 911. When Peter arrived he found his father dead on the floor and his mother sitting in a chair beside him." The trio walks the next twenty feet single file. Chris calls out, "Mr. Shaunessey these are detectives Goren and Eames, they will be investigating your father's murder."
"Mr. Shaunessey," Bobby shakes his hand, "How old are you?"
Peter, whose mind is full of concern for his parents doesn't have time to analyze the question he answers quickly, "29," he then shakes his head. "Wh….why?"
"Ah nothing," Bobby does some quick calculating, he would have been three.
They enter the large living room side by side; he stops midway staring at her. Yes the years have passed but even at 70 she is still a very attractive woman.
"Mrs. Shaunessey," Alex says her name softy.
"Yes," she responds keeping her focus on her husband.
"I'm Detective Eames and this is my partner Detective Goren, would it be alright if we asked you some questions?"
Alex takes a quick glance at the deceased man expecting her partner to be bent over the body. She sees out of the corner of her eye, he has kneeled down and she watches in amazement as he takes Margaret Shaunesseys' hand. She looks up, though 26 years have passed, and physically he may have changed a bit but not those warm expressive brown eyes. "You look marvelous Bobby," she pats his cheek.
He clears his throat, "I met your 29 year old son, where was he? Asleep in the next room?" he asks softly with a hint of anger, he immediately bites his lip at the question.
"No," she smiles sweetly and he then knows it's alright. "The day after our talk I visited an adoption agency and six weeks later 3 year old Peter was given to us. Things changed in my….our life, I told Martin exactly how I felt and you were right. Martin was indeed a very smart man but he thought everything was fine, he apologized to me for his insensitivity and I of course forgave him…." she pauses for a moment taking a long breath. "We were never happier."
He smiles in return as he stands still holding her hand, "I'm glad everything worked out for you."
She stands, looking at the gold shield on his lapel she smiles as she says. "You did find something to do to use that brilliant mind of yours. I'm happy for you….are you?"
Just a normal human reaction he leans down and kisses her cheek, "Yes I am."
Later that Day
"A friend of your Mom's?" Alex asks then realizes the stupidity of the question. Before he can respond, she says, "Sorry that was a dumb question." She exhales, "Come on Bobby who was….is she?"
"A long time ago she needed someone to talk to," he closes his eyes as he remembers their relationship. It wasn't love, they knew that, but it was much more than sex. "And so did I."
More to come.
As I said in my A/N each chapter is a different story. Hope you find one that you like.
The word whore used in this chapter-an offensive term for somebody who is regarded as willing to set aside principles or personal integrity in order to obtain something, usually for selfish motives or profit, not necessarily sex.