illfollowyou (illfollowyou) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-04-24 14:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.05.11, justice, justice and lucas, lucas |
So about last night...
Who: Lucas and Justice
What: A very awkward breakfast
When: Wednesday Morning
Where: Their home
Warning: Just the sheer awkward is warning enough
The previous night had been awkward to say the least. He liked to think that his mother never had sex and was content doing that for several years. Now it was unavoidable. Thankfully he didn't have to listen to much of it because he left his room and headed down the stairs. It was much quieter down there than right next to the roaring and screeching. He'd stayed there well after Jason had left and only returned to his room once he was sure his mother was asleep.
He slept there for the rest of the night but still ended up getting up at his regular time without the aid of his alarm clock. Lucas wasn't used to not having to get up for school and despite being suspended until the following day, he'd been getting up like normal since Monday. That morning he decided he needed to butter his mother up because Homecoming was next week and he wanted to take Alanna. He was pretty sure she wasn't going to still have him grounded by then, but he wanted to get permission and doing so would be easier if she was in a good mood.
The best way to achieve that was to make her favorite breakfast of french toast with maple syrup and bacon so that was exactly what he did. By the time his mother hobbled into the room, he was just setting her plate on the table. "Morning." he commented, eyes moving over her. She was obviously sore and he didn't want to think about all the reasons why. "You look like you could use a couple aspirins." he told her, then headed towards the medicine cabinet, returning a couple of minutes later with said aspirins. "Take these. They should help."
Thank god she was a were or that guy would have killed her by fucking her to death.
Ew.
Justice had taken longer than usual to get ready; while the soak in hot water last night had helped, she still felt like her body was one massive bruise from head to toe. She’d got dressed, in her baggiest pair of jeans and her softest sweater, dreading the time when she’d have to get changed at work, into her uniform. Jason’s bitemarks had faded thanks to him licking them, but they were still visible, along with the bruises on her hips from his hands pinning her down.
Her thigh muscles ached worst of all, and making her way downstairs felt like some kind of bizarre torture. She could smell food cooking, and while she was dreading facing her son, the thought of bacon and french toast was too much to resist. Shuffling into the kitchen, she braced both hands on the table, carefully lowering herself into her seat with a stifled groan.
“Thanks,” she murmured, tipping the pills into her mouth and swallowing them, chasing them down with a large mouthful of coffee. She made a face, added more sugar to the coffee, and took another gulp. Sweet enough to make her teeth ache, just what she needed to get her through the day.
“So uhm,” she began once Lucas had sat down. “About last night...”
"We don't have to do this." he told her as he sat down with his own plate of food and took a bite of bacon. "I don't want to, nor care to, know anything that happened that I don't already know." he assured his mother. "And it's fine, really." Brushing his hair back behind his ear, he let his eyes flick to his mother's. "Just tell me that you really like this guy and he makes you happy and that's good enough for me. Just warn me next time and I'll make myself scarce." Which he totally would have done had he not been grounded. It was over and done now, so that wasn't something that either one of them could change. There wasn't really any point in arguing about it now.
“I’m still sorry,” Justice said, pouring maple syrup over her plate. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” She hesitated. “Actually, no, I wasn’t thinking. That’s the problem.” She looked across the table at him, setting down the bottle of syrup.
“It’s not gonna happen again,” she said, not sure who she was trying to convince. “He’s a detective, he transferred into my precinct a couple months back. It’s...yeah. Not a good idea.” Not a good idea, but the satisfying ache in her thighs, her sex, was telling her that it was a bad idea that needed to be repeated.
“We got carried away,” she explained, feeling the need to tell someone, even if her son was grossed out. “Another cop started shit, and he went all alpha-male. Which set me off, and...well.” She looked at Lucas, smiling wryly. “You haven’t had much experience of it yet, but trust me. When your owl’s riding you that hard, telling you to kill something or have sex with something....” she trailed off, tilting her head to the side with a bit of an embarrassed smile.
"Maybe I should have had sex with something instead of trying to kill that guy that pushed Alanna." he muttered. Hey, it was logical considering her words and he'd likely not have been in quite as much trouble. Yeah right, he still would have been.
"Look, don't apologize for doing whatever you did, okay? You're an adult, you should be able to do whatever you want." he shrugged. Even if it was still disgusting to think of his mom getting boned by some guy, he knew that she needed a life just as much as he did. Especially since he was already a senior and his life was moving on perhaps a bit too quickly.
"Why isn't it going to happen again?" he questioned. "You obviously like him. I can see it all over your face." Why pretend that she didn't? Because of some assholes at work? "Is it in the rulebook that you can't date within the precinct?"
She shrugged. “Unspoken rule, yeah.” She sighed, sitting back, wrapping both her hands around her mug of coffee. “The whole thing last night started because some asshole said I was sleeping with Ja-Detective Richards,” she grimaced, “just to get a promotion. He nearly kicked the guy in the teeth.” She didn’t talk much about her work to Lucas, not wanting to burden him with how hard she had to work, just to be accepted, to be thought of as anywhere near as good as the officers lucky enough to be born with a dick.
“It’s gonna look like favoritism. He’d already requested my help on this case because I picked up things at the crime scene that everyone else missed.”
"It's not favoritism. Just because you two are working together on a case and sleeping together doesn't mean he's going to promote you." he pointed out. "And even if he did promote you, it would be on your own merit because you're an awesome cop." he added. He knew his mother and knew that she was thoroughly worried about what other people would think of not only her, but of Jason. "If they want to talk shit, then let them. You're better than that anyways."
Justice smiled a little, tucking in to her breakfast.
“Yeah I am,” she agreed, leaning across the table to snag his glass of juice, taking a sip. “Doesn’t mean I don’t get fed up hearing it.” The words mostly bounced off by now; but having seen Jason’s reaction to being accused of being unprofessional, she really didn’t want to get in the middle of a grudge match between Jason and Riggs. She sighed.
“I dunno. I don’t think dating him’s a great idea,” she admitted, jabbing at her toast with her fork. “He’s got three kids and his wife died when they were little. That’s way too much baggage for my liking.” While she didn’t discuss work with Lucas, she’d always been pretty open about the few men she’d dated; if it was serious, they’d be involved in his life, and she wanted to be sure Lucas was ok with it.
"Like you don't have your own set of baggage." he commented. "You've got one kid and a soon-to-be grandkid." he pointed out. "If he's willing to date you even knowing all of that, I'd say he was a pretty decent guy." he shrugged. And then there was the fact that he had kids of his own. "If he stuck around and raised his kids after his wife died, that's even more reason to date him." Then he realized what he was doing and sighed. "Am I really trying to get you to keep banging this guy?" he said, disbelief in himself apparent. "I just want you to be happy, Mom. You know that."
“Oh gee, thanks for reminding me that I’m gonna be a grandmother, that really helps,” she deadpanned. It was still vaguely horrifying to think about; she was not old enough to have a grandchild. Lucas wasn’t old enough to be a father, for that matter. She couldn’t help but laugh at Lucas’ face of confusion and disbelief, as he tried to encourage his mother to have a sex life.
“I know, kiddo.” She sighed, finishing off the rest of her breakfast. “We’ll see.” She looked at him, realising with a pang that her son really was growing up.
“So you wouldn’t mind,” she said, after taking a sip of her coffee, “if me and Jason dated?”
"No." he told her, shaking his head and taking a bite of his french toast. "I can't keep you locked away here always, can I?" he said, eyes flicking up to his mother again. "I might not know what you're feeling, but I know what it's like to feel something so strongly that all you can do is get carried away." He was young, but he knew that he was well aware what love was and what it meant. "I don't think those feelings are wrong. For myself or for you."
Justice didn’t answer. What Lucas talked about in such positive terms was just a painful reminder for her. She’d gotten carried away before, she’d thought she’d never feel so strongly about anyone else...and she’d ended up alone, abandoned, and pregnant. She couldn’t trust anyone not to do that to her again. Not even Jason.
“Yeah,” she answered vaguely, non-commitally. Almost visibly shaking herself, she finished her coffee. “Thanks for breakfast.” She smiled, pushing herself into a standing position with only the smallest of winces. “Think I can convince you to do the dishes, too?” She had to leave for work, soon - she was dreading walking in.
"I planned on it." he told her with a nod. "Which reminds me," he began, drawing in a breath as he stood up from the table and started collecting the dirty dishes. "Homecoming is next week." he explained. "I'll still be able to go even with the suspension, but I wanted to make sure that it was okay with you before I asked Alanna." Hopefully she wouldn't be so angry with him and she'd let him go to the dance. "So... can I?"
Oh, so that was why he’d cooked breakfast...Justice leant against the countertop, arching an eyebrow at him, arms folded.
“You know you didn’t need to cook breakfast to butter me up,” she pointed out. “You could have just guilt-tripped me over last night.” Not that she’d approve of him doing that, of course, but at least it was slightly more honest. She sighed.
“Let me think about it,” she said at last. “If you behave until then, and you work hard at school, we’ll see.” She wasn’t going to say, ‘yes’, not straight away.
"Well I made you breakfast because I was already up and in penance for being a douche and getting in trouble in the first place." he explained. "And maybe a little to butter you up." he smiled crookedly. He wasn't expecting her to even be somewhat okay about it, but he was glad that she said 'maybe'. It was better than a straight up 'no'. "Okay." he agreed. "I just have to know in time enough to ask Alanna so she can get a dress." he went on.
God, Homecoming. She’d missed hers, and hadn’t ever had to worry about dresses and corsages and dates. She couldn’t really begrudge Lucas wanting to go to his, with Alanna. Chances were she wouldn’t be going to prom, after all. Not if she was seriously showing by then.
“C’mere, you.” She held out her arms, tugging Lucas into a hug. Squeezing tightly, she kissed the top of his head. “Love you, kiddo. Even if you do drive me insane.” Stepping back, she steeled herself to walk back upstairs, gather her things for work.
“Try not to watch films all day?” She said, looking hopefully at him. “You could make a start on any papers you have due, tidy that bombsite upstairs....?” She didn’t hold out much hope, but at least it was worth a try.
Lucas hugged his mother in return. "Love you." he replied. He watched as she made her way towards the stairs. "Yeah, yeah." he said, teasingly rolling his eyes. "I'll clean my room and do the dishes and no Alanna while you're gone." he promised. "You working late tonight?"
“No clue,” Justice answered honestly, wincing as she started climbing the stairs, calling down to him in the kitchen. “I’ll text you to let you know when I’m coming home, but don’t wait on me for dinner.” Heading into her bedroom, she eyed her bed longingly. Lying down just for a few minutes was a luxury she couldn’t afford, but she was sorely tempted. Sighing, she gathered up her phone, reaching up to tie her hair back before dropping her arms with a low hiss of pain. Maybe it was better to leave it down; that way, it covered the bitemark on her neck a little better.
Looking around, she caught sight of Jason’s jacket, folded neatly on a chair. She’d forgotten she’d worn it upstairs last night, had assumed he’d taken it with him. Picking it up, she gave in to the urge to press her face against it, eyes closed as she breathed in his scent. Even that had her breathing picking up, a soft shiver running down her spine.
Yeah, she had it bad. Cursing herself, she shoved Jason’s jacket into an old backpack, determined to give it back to him. And not give in to the urge to ask him out for a drink, date properly. She had to focus on her job, and her kid. Anything else was just a distraction. Mood turning dark, she limped back downstairs, sticking her head into the kitchen. “Alright, I’m out of here. I’ll see you tonight.”
"Bye, Mom." he said to her, having by that time cleaned up at least the dinner dishes and gotten them into the sink to soak for a short bit while he cleaned off the table with a washcloth. "Drive safe and don't show up too many of the detectives. Their fragile male egos can't take the devastation."
Justice just snorted, hand raised in a brief wave as she headed out the door. Getting into her car was a whole other saga, and she was hoping that she didn’t have to try and sit down or stand up too often today. One or the other was fine; it was going between that was the issue. Her thigh muscles were aching in ways she hadn’t even realised were possible. Tossing the backpack with Jason’s jacket into the passenger seat, she pulled out into morning traffic, forcing herself to concentrate on work, and the day ahead.