A/N. Yes. I know I have fics to finish. And 'If Rico's My Girlfriend There's Gonna Be Trouble' is just about finished... the other fics I've dropped from lack of interest. If a fic gets less than 7 reviews on a chapter, I deem it as not very good and think 'why bother continuing?'

Which means this MAY become another one of those many on my list of incomplete fics.

But I just thought it was a funny idea, after reading one of the more risque Jackson x Lilly fics out there. Robbie Ray torturing Jackson is almost as funny as Rico doing it. Unless he pays Rico to do it... (hmmm... story plot unfolding?)

Anyways:


I'd Do Anything

Robbie Ray Shield Your Eyes


One of the things that helped Robbie Ray Stewart sleep well at night was the knowledge that the possibility of ever having to chase a girl out of his eldest son Jackson's room, was a practical impossibility because his son's room was a pig sty if there ever was one.
It helped him get plenty of nights of restful sleep knowing he would have nothing to worry about until Miley reached that same age as Jackson, or Jackson somehow found a girl that would want be in the same room as all his dirty socks and clothing (which was another thing that was most likely one of the biggest practical impossibilities in the known universe).
But one thing that he didn't expect was to walk in on his son in Miley's room... with Miley's best friend... on the night of a Hannah concert for charity when all his good senses were telling him to leave them here alone to guard the house.
That was the moment when Robbie Ray knew his nights of restful sleep were about to come to an end.

"What in the Sam Hill...?"

Jackson looked up, sprung. He jumped up like a cat who'd been sprinkled with water and stuck his hands out to his father in a sign of surrender, or perhaps just a sign to show his hands were not just as busy as they looked like they were three seconds ago.

"Daddy. This is not what it looks like."

His father crossed his arms and stayed at the doorway, his look was that of: 'you have no idea what this looks like, do ya son?'
While Lilly was still covering her mouth in the shock of being sprung, Jackson crawled off the bed onto his knees and over to his dad and pled at his feet.

"I'm begging you dad, don't tell Miley. Please, please, please, please, please do not tell Miley" He choked back an over-dramatic sob and wrapped both his arms around on of his father's legs.

Lilly came down from the bed and put on her best puppy dog face, looking up at Robbie Ray from a spot on the ground next to Jackson. "Please Mr Stewart" she repeated in a high voice, her bottom lip stuck out and wrapping both her arms around his leg too.

"We'll do anything! Just don't tell Miley." Jackson kept pleading.

Robbie Ray raised an eyebrow at the two. "Anything?"

"Yeeeeesss!" Jackson stressed, "Anything! Just..." Jackson took his hands off his legs for long enough to make the motion of zipping his lips shut.

"OK" Robbie Ray said slowly, looking down at the two of them who had desperate looks on their faces. "I'll hold you two to that."

"You mean you won't tell her?" Jackson asked again, looking for confirmation on his face.

"If you're good on your word. I'll be good on my word"

Jackson and Lilly hugged his legs tighter, "have I mentioned how much I love you today?"

Lilly looked up at Robbie Ray with an adoring look too. "And how about how good your hair looks today? Terrific 'do' Mr Stewart!"

"OK, OK..." Robbie Ray kicked the two of them off his legs. "Now git outta here before your sister, Miles gets back with Roxy."

Both of them darted out of the room, and Robbie Ray shook his head. That 'Anything' he'd just made them promise to was going to be something so great and devious that he would never have to worry about Jackson again... or Lilly for that matter. And once he got over the shock of seeing the two of them together (and not being able to tell Miley and Oliver... at least for now) he would give the two of them the surprise of their lives too... and perhaps enough embarrassment to make their punishment stick.

Now was the world coming to an end, or did he just see his son in Miley's bed with Lilly?


Inspire me to complete it... or don't and I'll probably stop anyways. If I don't stop writing, it does call for a flashback on how it all transpired.

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