SINS OF THE FATHER

AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

Inspired by the trailer for the movie "Don't Tell" with Jimmy Wlcek. I figured since they won't release the movie, I'll make my own version. Sons Of Thunder belongs to CBS. Trent's background is majorly AU and his aversion to guns comes from something else. Not after any particular ep since I've never seen the series, and I hope I get Kim and Butch right. Things will get confusing, but it'll all be explained as the story progresses. Yes, "Marion" is Butch's real name; it was in the episode guide. Some slight language.

It was one of those days you longed for: bright and clear with the sun shining for all to see. The woman got up, got dressed, and went into the kitchen and started making breakfast. Presently, a man came out.

"Hey, Connie," he greeted.

"Hey, little bro," she acknowledged.

"Great day isn't it?" he queried, coming out to stand next to her.

"The best," she agreed.

"So, what's wrong?" her brother asked.

"I miss Johnny," Connie admitted. He huffed. Oh, not again, he thought to himself.

"Con, he walked out on us! He doesn't care about us!" the man told her.

"Peter, that's not fair!" Connie shouted. Why does he always start this? she wondered, raking her hair with her hand.

"Fair? Fair would've been Johnny sticking around! Fair would've been Johnny helping us out! Fair would've been Johnny acknowledging that we're his family!" Peter shouted. Why does always stick up for him? he wondered. He didn't understand it. Johnny had abandoned them plain and simple. He didn't want to be part of the family, so he wasn't.

"Peter, you don't know what you're talking about! You don't know, okay?" Connie shouted back. How can he be so stupid? Doesn't he know anything about Johnny? Doesn't he know how hard it was for him to leave us? Doesn't Peter realize that Johnny was pushed out? Connie fumed to herself. "You don't know! You have no idea what he's sacrificed for us! You don't know!" Connie shouted.

"Okay. I--I don't know," Peter said in surprise. Why is she getting so worked up? He wondered. Meanwhile, in a sprawling ranch house in Deep Ellum, Texas, a fifteen-year old girl was doing the dishes. She hummed a country song. She was so glad to be alone. Things were so peaceful during this time of day. Presently, she heard footsteps and tensed. No, no, no, no, no, no. Please, please, please, please, she silently chanted. Things had been going so well so far.

"Tracey? Tracey girl, you here?" a man asked. Tracey tensed. No! Not again!

"Tracey?" the man asked, his voice getting an edge.

"Of course I'm here, Daddy. I'm just doing the dishes," Tracey answered. "Um…shouldn't you be getting ready for work, Daddy?" she queried.

"I called in sick," the man answered.

"Are--you feeling badly, Daddy? If so, I can make you some soup," Tracey offered, trying to sound normal. There was a chuckle.

"My good girl," her father purred, coming into the kitchen. "Come give Daddy some love," he encouraged, as he stood in the doorway.

"Daddy, I don't want to," Tracey responded, freezing. She tried to relax, but it was to no avail. She knew what those words meant.

"Come now, Tracey. Don't be that way," the man scolded, walking up. "Now, come give me some love," he instructed again.

"I don't want to, Daddy, and I'm not going to!" Tracey yelled, finally turning around. Why can't he take the hint? Why can't he leave me alone? she thought to herself. "I'm sick of this! Why don't you just leave me alone?" she shouted.

"Now, see here! I don't need any of your lip! Now you come to me and--" the man's eyes widened and he grabbed his arm.

"Daddy?" Tracey asked. What was happening? The man collapsed. "DADDY!" she shrieked. She ran to the phone and quickly phoned nine-one-one. At Thunder Karate, Trent Malloy, Carlos Sandoval, Marion "Butch" McMann, and Kim Sutter were getting ready to leave when the phone rang.

"I got it," Trent said. He went up to the phone. "Trent Malloy," he announced.

"Johnny?" a familiar voice asked.

"How did you get this number?" Trent hissed.

"Johnny, it's Daddy…he had a heart attack," the voice told him. Trent's face paled, and he sagged against the desk. A man laughed leeringly as he walked into the room. Trent gulped inaudibly and closed his eyes, trying to will away the memories.