A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with another Ascendance Trilogy Fic! For those of you that read my other one, this is going to be similar in that it is going to be a bunch of one shots. This time they are going to revolve around Jaron and Imogen's kids as they interact with the other Castle Kids and grow up with adventures of their own. I'm actually really excited about this and will totally appreciate any suggestions/ requests that y'all have. At the bottom I will put a little guide with all the character's kids and their ages for that specific chapter cause I know sometimes that can get confusing.
The only sound that Jaron could hear was the pounding of his own angry footsteps and Roden's apologetic voice behind him.
"Listen Jaron, I thought that he was going to be okay for five minutes alone I really didn't think that he could manage to get in this much trouble in five minutes."
Jaron stopped and turned towards him. "Roden this is my son we are talking about. He can't be left alone for thirty seconds without something breaking."
The two continued walking and picked up the pace as they reached the exit to the stables outside. Roden took charge as he led Jaron to the side of the castle where the stables lined up next to.
"Where is he?" Jaron asked confused looking around.
Roden hesitantly rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you promise not to freak out?"
Jaron stared at him. "Roden if you do not tell me where my son is this instant I swear I will-"
"Look up." Roden interrupted.
Jaron looked up at the castle wall above the stable roof and back at Roden who was sheepishly looking at the ground.
Jaron looked back at the wall and back at Roden one more time before staring at the wall. He stared at it long enough to get a response.
"Uh... hi dad." The small boy sitting on the window ledge said. "I see Uncle Roden came and got you."
Jaron looked at his son exasperated. "Yes! He came and got me because my twelve year old son has somehow managed to climb the castle while he was supposed to be cleaning out the stables as punishment."
"The stables smelled bad. Besides, Carter told me that I couldn't climb the castle wall in two minutes or less."
Jaron couldn't help his curiosity. "Well did you?"
Even from the ground Jaron and Roden could see his grin. "One minute twenty five seconds."
Jaron beamed at his son. "I'm proud of you Quinn, but you know, I was at one twenty three when I was nine."
Quinn's mouth dropped. "Are you for real?"
"Oh yeah." Roden answered. "He's the real deal."
"That is so cool." Quinn said smiling.
Jaron beamed at his son before he remembered why he was outside in the freezing cold when he was supposed to be helping Imogen.
"Now, Quinn, you know that you are not supposed to be climbing the castle walls."
"But dad you used to climb the walls all the time." Quinn argued.
"Yes I did, but now I have a bad knee because of it." Jaron said hoping he'd be able to get his son to break the habit.
"But I thought you got your bad knee when you were with the pirates?" He asked.
Jaron raised his eyebrows and looked at Roden who looked just about as uncomfortable as he did at the moment.
Jaron cleared his throat. "And you told you that?"
"Carter." Quinn said sheepishly.
"Right." Jaron said looking at Roden. He turned to his friend. "Remind me to have a talk with Tobias about his son being a bad influence on mine."
Roden scoffed. "That will be an interesting turn of events."
Jaron smirked. "Hey, at least Flynn is well behaved."
"And destined to be with Julianna." Roden added nudging Jaron.
Jaron glared at him. "Please do not mention my nine year old daughter and Tobias's nine year old son ever being," he shuddered, "involved."
"Connected at the hip, those two are." Roden said.
Jaron was about to respond with another threat when Quinn cleared his throat loudly. "Forgetting something?" He asked.
"Oh yes." Jaron said placing his hands on his hips and turning back to his son. "My delinquent child."
Quinn just shrugged and grinned at his father.
"Right," Jaron said, "Why don't you come down and we'll discuss your punishment. After you tell your mother what you were up to."
Quinn frowned. "Do we have to tell mom?"
Jaron grinned, knowing he had him. "Yes, now come on down."
Quinn hesitated and looked at Roden.
Jaron looked at his son and then back at Roden. "What seems to be the problem?" He asked.
"I... I can't get down." Quinn admitted.
"Well you got up there didn't you?" Jaron asked confused. He turned to Roden.
"It seems the step that young Quinn used to get to the ledge broke off when he put all of his weight on it."
Jaron sighed. "So not only is he climbing the castle but he is also destroying it. Fantastic." Jaron took off his coat and set it on the ground. "I suppose I have to get up there myself and drag him down, huh?"
Roden looked hesitant. "Are you sure you're feeling up to it? You're not as young as you used to be and we both know how your knee likes to act up in the winter."
Jaron frowned. "I'm only thirty two."
Roden shrugged. "Still not as young."
Jaron walked towards the ladder to the stable roof and looked back at Roden. "Just you watch old man."
Jaron climbed the ladder to the top of the stable roof and then got to work climbing to get to Quinn. He had to admit, it was a little more difficult then he had thought it would be. He hadn't really had the time to be doing any climbing lately, and as much as he hated to admit it, he certainly was not as young as he once was. He was still fit, but not as much as he wanted to be.
He continued climbing until he heard Quinn's voice above him. "Right there is where the brick fell off."
Jaron looked above him and to the left and saw the cracked wall where there once was a very large brick giving Quinn enough momentum to reach the ledge. Jaron looked at his options. At this point he was directly under Quinn.
"Alright buddly listen up." He said speaking as loud and clear as he could. "I want you to get to the ledge and dangle off. I'm right under you so grab onto my shoulders and I'll get us both down okay?"
Quinn hesitated. "Are you sure?"
Jaron readjusted his grip on the castle wall. "I'm sure. I got you Quinn."
"Dad, Quinn said in a small voice. "I'm scared."
Jaron leaned his head against the wall in front of him. "Quinn. What am I?" He asked.
"The king?" Quinn asked unsure.
"What else? What is more important?"
Quinn furrowed his eyebrows. "There is nothing more important than being the king."
"Yes there is." Jaron said from beneath him. "My most important job is being a husband and a father. Your father. My father left me as a kid, but one thing I promise you is that I will never leave you and I will never let you down. And I will never, ever let you fall. You and your siblings and your mom are the most important things in the world to me. You understand?"
Jaron held his breath waiting for Quinn's response. Instead of hearing one he suddenly saw his son's feet dangle over the ledge and hesitantly drop next to his face.
"Alright now reach over and grab onto my shoulders okay?" Jaron asked.
Quinn nodded and did as he was told and soon he was firmly latched onto Jaron as he began the climb down. The two of them finally reached the top of the stable roof and Jaron was thankful that he was able to plant his feet on firm ground.
He chuckled as he felt Quinn still holding on tightly. "You can let go now, buddy." He said gently as he grabbed Quinn's hands and gently eased them away from himself.
Quinn gave a small laugh as his feet touched the roof floor and he sighed in relief. "Thank you, dad." He said looking up at Jaron. "I'm sorry."
Jaron smiled at him. "It's okay. Not what say you we get down to solid ground."
"Yes please." Quinn said rushing over to the ladder.
Jaron followed behind him, limping slightly. He silently trudged over to the ladder where Roden was there waiting for him.
"You alright?" He asked.
Jaron didn't even attempt to lie. "I think my knee is acting up again." He said.
In his worry to get Quinn down he barely noticed the slight throb in his old injury. But now that he was on the solid ground he felt it in full force and it brought sweat to his forehead.
Roden turned towards Quinn. "Go get your Uncle Tobias." He said.
Quinn looked worried. "Is dad okay?"
"Just go get your uncle okay? Everything is fine."
As Quinn ran off, Roden could see that everything was not fine. Jaron was now heavily leaning against the wall and his breathing was shallow.
Roden knelt down in front of him. "Is it that bad?" He asked.
Jaron just nodded. He figured the combination of the cold weather and the surprise intense climb with extra weight after no climbing for years had not been easy on the injury.
Jaron could feel the pain begin to overwhelm him, and the last thing he remembers before blacking out is hoping that Imogen isn't too hard on Quinn.
When Jaron's eyes finally open again, he almost thinks that he is dreaming. As he lays on his bed with Imogen beside him on his left, his ten year old daughter Julianna on his right with Quinn on the other side of him and his two five year old twins Asher and Annabella between him and Imogen, he thinks that maybe he fell off the roof and died and went to heaven. But he quickly realizes he is not in heaven, as he sees an angry Tobias enter the room and cross in front of the fireplace to next to Jaron with his arms crossed.
"You don't look happy." Jaron whispered.
"You should know better than to go climbing the castle walls!" Tobias angrily whispered back.
"I was trying to get my son down!"
"Yeah well I can see where he gets his trouble maker-ness from."
"First of all, that is not a word. Secondly, he would not have been up there if your son hadn't of challenged him."
Jaron already had his next comeback planned when he noticed a shift in Tobias's mood from angry to worried.
"You really could have hurt yourself today, Jaron." He said as he sat in the chair next to the bed and rubbed his hands through his hair. "Your knee swelled up to almost twice its size. You could have fallen off the wall and-"
"Hey," Jaron whispered, "I didn't. We're all okay." He said with a nod to the full bed he was laying in.
Tobias leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Who would have thought." He said.
"I know." Jaron smiled.
"You with four beautiful kids and a beautiful wife, me married with three kids, Mott with his baby girl... we're all grown up." He said, a distant look in his eyes.
"Well," Jaron said. "All but Roden."
"There's still hope. He's been flirting with one of the shopkeepers for a while now."
Jaron raised his eyebrows. "Oh really?"
"Oh yes. But he assures me that they are not serious."
"Sure." Jaron smiled.
The two of them remained silent for a while. "You know, they say that our kids are revenge for all of the trouble we caused our parents when we were children."
Jaron sighed, looking lovingly at his kids lying next to him. "And that is the reason why I am going to be fully grey by the age of forty."
(Jaron and Imogen's Kids: Quinn 12 , Julianna 10, Asher and Annabella 5. Tobias and Amarinda's Kids: Carter 13, Flynn 10, Loreena (not mentioned) 3. Mott and OC's Kid: Jasmyn (not mentioned) 16)
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