Wesley Macintyre (wesleythewise) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-01-04 00:13:00 |
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Tuesday 17th March 2009
Who: Wesley and Justin (dadda)
Where: The BGH kitchen
When: Tuesday morning
What: Confrontatiosn and 'friendly help'
Note: Swearing
Status: Completed!
It was mid Tuesday morning and Wesley was feeling rough. His eyes were puffed, stained with red where his emotion had inconveniently 'leaked' during the whole ordeal that was yesterday evening. He felt slightly better but still oddly crushed. Alanis Morisette had been played countless times on his Ipod before he had enough strength to get up. Godric would be there, Blake, he would be able to have breakfast and watch cartoons. His father hadn't been around much considering he'd supposedly come here to visit but that settled very well with the healer. The less he saw of the jerk the better.
As he made breakfast he hummed the tune to Uninvited, having been unable to shake it from his head, put on the radio in the background and sat to eat. Food was good. As he finally thought that the day would probably be a good one, his father appeared and went immediately to the fridge. At first Wesley thought it was a mirage because his father said nothing. Then he angrily but wordlessly asked the question 'who the fuck let him in? When he'd arrived he didn't know, but the mere presence of him was enough to shatter Wesley's optimistic mood.
One glance over his son and Justin had made his deductions. He'd seen him in this state plenty of times when he was a teenager, he knew the signs.
“Where were you yesterday?" he asked idly as he rummaged around. "I called the house several times and there was no answer.”
No 'good morning, son' no 'sleep well'... typical Dad. Wesley spoke with his mouth full. “I was busy...”
“So busy it required the assistance of all your household friends?”
“Yes.”
Wesley continued to eat his toast, sitting comfortably at the table. His father meanwhile poured himself a cranberry juice before standing with a boatload of self-importance on the opposite side, looking at his son. “I wanted to ask you about Mandy. She is a bright girl, spirited." Wes nodded his head. "Is she going to marry the father of her child?”
Surpressing a bark of anger Wesley merely gave his father a Look. “No. She is not going to marry him.”
The cluck of the tongue came as expected. “It would be a stable environment. She could raise the baby with some help from its father, they would be more financially secure when he got a job somewhere. It makes sense.”
Wesley tore off a crust then chewed angrily before he swallowed and set his father with a glare. “I agree, it makes perfect sense; if you are both in love, straight, and not eighteen. She is not marrying the father because that is not who she is, she is a lesbian, she is a fierce woman and she should find a person who adores her and who she’s in love with. Besides, Rorie’s already married.”
As Justin had almost taken a sip of his juice, and whilst some of his gasp of shock still sent a spray from the glass his rigid stance remained. “He is a married man?”
“Yes. He married a few weeks ago. A married gay man, who'd have thunk... ?Before you ask, they were curious,” he added, in return to Justin’s incredulous look.
“That’s ludicrous. Next thing you know she’ll be sleeping with a stripper to see if they’re that oily. It's cheap and unnecessary. ”
Wes laughed out of sheer disbelief. “Dad... don’t make assumptions about things you don’t understand.”
“She slept with a man but she’s gay and so is he, apparently.”
“Kids experiment, it’s all a part of growing up. I’ve experimented before...”
“Yes, to the cost of your education and marriage. And Mandy’s is to the cost of her future. It is irresponsible not to weigh the risks before you go into anything, however experimental it may be, because this is all you have to show for it. Ruined lives and opportunities for the sake of a few minutes’ high. Completely irresponsible.”
Wesley stood abruptly, grabbing his plate to place in the sink. "Are you going to just stand there and judge me all day or can I go to work...?"
"Don't smart-mouth me."
"Actually I'll do whatever the fuck I like, because this is my house, and if all you've come here to do is tell me how me and my daughter have failed in life then I'm not interested, see you later, I'll send you a Christmas card and bye bye. Not. Interested. Travel the miles back to Seattle I'm sure it's missed you."
Justin stalked behind Wesley, his voice and frustration rising. "Why don't you understand that I want the best for you? Hmm? All I want is for you both to be happy and you are making so many mistakes..."
"I AM FORTY YEARS OLD!" The plate was broken into shards as it hit the bottom of the sink and Wesley spun around to face his father with his fists clenched. "Count them! I have been alive for forty goddamn years, and for almost twenty-three of those I have been out of your house. I am not the kid you grounded any more, I am a man who has a career, a daughter, friends and a life! Maybe it's not to YOUR standards but it's goddamn up to mine! You are not a faultless person! I know you cheated on Mom first, I know you dodged that tax thing in '84, and you slept with Jonah's girlfriend back in '98! So you come here and tell me that mine and Mandy's choices aren't satisfactory for YOU? Well forgive me Dad, but you are the last person I want or need to impress. Five years without a fucking phone call and suddenly you're fucking Ghandi MacIntyre? I don't think so."
Justin, it appeared, had been silenced - but appearances could be decieving. After he recovered from the shock of his son's outburst Justin grabbed Wesley's shoulders and forced him to face him. "I paid twenty thousand dollars a year for your education. You cheated your way out of rehab which I also paid for. You stole, you got put in prison, you lied, you threw everything away and you STILL. DO! I do NOT want my granddaughter to end up like you, THAT is why I am here!"
Wesley's face fell as he stared up at his father, the man who was supposed to love him unconditionally... but apparently there were checklists for that honour. After several seconds he removed Justin's hands from his body. "I hope you planned on leaving because I want you gone. Now. Don't ever speak to me again. Leave Mandy alone. And get bent."
"Wesley..."
"NOW!"
Justin straightened, eyes narrowed and smoothing down his coat. "I will be back at the end of the week," he informed him. "My return flight leaves on Sunday. In the mean time I want you to consider this." He brought out a pamphlet and threw it on the table. Wesley didn't look at it. "Maybe in time you will come to realise how unreasonable you're being..."
"I said get bent."
As his son stared defiantly at him Justin sighed and turned, walking with what appeared to be pride out of the kitchen. It wasn't until Wes heard the front door bang shut that his tension left him. The little leaflet was forgotten and he turned to the sink, into which he promptly wretched.