I don't own the Bionic six. This is my new story and it's about J.D. In
the story he's 18 and I also created some facts about his natural family.
There aren't so many stories about him and he's not getting
enough attention, so I decided to write this story where he takes a big part
in.
Please
R&R. Enjoy it!
Who
am I?
J.D sat in the school
library and read a book about a new computer software. It was written by a
young japanese scientist aged 22 who won so many awards and worked for the most
importent asien computer-industry. The people in Japan treated him like the 8th
worldwonder. How would it be to be so successful? "Hi J.D.!" He was
slowly coming out of his dream-world. Meg was standing in front of him on her
rollerscats. "Mom, Dad and the others are waiting outside, we want to go
to this new french restaurant." "I'm coming!" J.D. grabbed his
bag and went after his sister out of Alber Einstein High school.
In the restaurant:
"Wow! It was a good idea to reservate a place here, Dad." said Meg.
The Bennetts were sitting around a huge table and waited for their meals to
arrive. All tables were full and people often came in to look for a free one.
"Please mister. I was searching in the whole town for a restaurant. Don't
you have a small table for me somewhere?" "Non, mademoiselle. But you
can wait and I'm sure in some time a table will be free." said the waiter.
The young black skinned girl looked disappointed and started to walk out of the
restaurant. Helen got up and said :"Don't you want to sit with us?"
The girl turned around and smiled sweetly at Helen. She came to the table and
said :"Merci beaucoup, madame." She sat down next to Helen. "No
problem. You don't come from here don't you?" Helen asked
looking at the young girl. The girl looked away shyly. Yes, ma'am,
I'm comeing from Paris." Helen nodded and felt sorry for the girl.
She seemed to be alone here and she looked really afraid. She was in a totally
different country far away from home. "I'm Helen!" She said
and held her hand out to the girl. She took it carefully. "My name is
Pauline and I'm 13 years old." Helen turned to the others and
introduced them to her family. "This is my husband Jack, this is my
daughter Meg and my sons Eric, Bunji and JD." Pauline got a strange
expression on her face as she looked at Bunji and JD. Helen laughed lightly.
"They aren't our natural children. We adopted them when they were
little." Pauline suddenly seemed to be sad and nodded. "My
parent's adopted me too shortly after my birth. But now..... they are
dead." Helen touched the girl's shoulder lightly. "I'm
sorry for you." She gave her a warm smile.
"Thank you, Helen! That's very nice of you." Pauline
smiled at her sadly and laied her hand down on hers. There was an depressing
silence at the table and the loud voices of the other guests seemed to be far
away. Pauline felt sorry she didn't want to make this nice family sad
with her story. Everyone she met had to worry about her and she was afraid of
this. This people aren't supposed to listen to her long and sad lifestory.
The waiter came back to their table and Pauline told him what she
wanted. "So you just came here?" Helen asked and drank a bit of her
wine. Pauline nodded feeling much more comfortable that the silence was finally
gone. "Yeah, I arrived some houres ago and I still have my bags at the
railway station in one of the saves there."
"And where are you staying?" Jack asked the young girl who
looked at him with her big dark brown eyes. "Actually I don't found
any place to stay. I went to many hotels, but they told me that here is a
national meeting of the parties the next 4 weeks and that all places are full."
She looked on the ground, moving some curls of her shoulder-long black hair out
of her face.
"So I have to leave again and search for a hotel in another town."
Helen and Jack exchanged quick looks. They both felt pity for the girl
and wanted to help her. She seemed to be very tired and sad. She needed someone
to listen to her and to support her now.
"You can stay at our house if you want, Pauline." She looked
up at the parents of the family and a smiled appeared on her face. She felt
comfortable with this family and she had never been living in a family with
sibilings and young parents.
"Thank you so much, but I don't want to bother you..."
She started shyly and Helen immedietly interrupted her. "Don't be
silly, Pauline, we are happy when we can help you." Helen smiled motherly
at the girl and Pauline smiled back.
The meals arrived and the whole family started eating. "Hey Dad!
It tastes much better than your food!" Bunji laughed while Jack shot him
an angry look. "No, it doesn't but it isn't that bad anyway!"
He said and continued his eating. "If Dad would open a restaurant with
his food no one would eat there! Because it's horrible!" Meg said
laughing with her brothers about their Dad. Jack put down his knife and fork. "But
your mother likes my food, very much!" he said proudly and looked at his
children waiting for an answer. "Yeah, yeah, Dad, we know. Just
intelligent adults can see how good your food is!"
Helen had to hold back her laugh and the children bursted out into
laughing as Jack angrily ate the rest of his meal.
Pauline watched the scene quietly and at that moment she felt her old
childhood dream comeing up again. She always wanted a family like this. A
family with sibilings with understanding parents and lots of love and fun.
Surely her step-parents had loved them too, but they never showed it to her.
They had been quiet old and also very stubborn when it cames to clothes, rules,
school, boys and parties. They died 5 days ago in a car accident.
"And why are you here, Pauline?" Helen asked her as they had
finished and were waiting for their dessert. "It's a little
difficult to explain." Pauline sighed and continued. "I actually
come from here. My parents adopted me right after my birth and took me to Paris
with them. They never told me anything about my natural family or my future. As
they died I was lost I always worked for school and I never had real friends.
My parents wanted me to become a famous scientist later. They send me to many
competitions all around the world. I won nearly all of them and some popular
unisversities told me to come to them when I finished school. So after their
funural my Mom's younger sister, who was taking care of me sometimes and
took me to cinema or to the theatre, told me a little about my real parents.
That they are comeing from California and that my mother died shortly after my
birth. That my Dad vanished under mysterious circumstances and that I maybe have
a brother or a sister. And now I'm here to find out more about my past
and to see the adoption-central to find a new family for me."
The Bennetts and Pauline drove to the railway station to get her bags
and headed home. Jack drove the van into the garage and Pauline got out of the
car amazed by the huge house. "Here are you living?" She asked
suprised and looked around the huge house and the many rooms. "Yeah, we
are honey. Come one I show you your room." Helen said and lead her to the
guestroom which was near the teens' rooms. "I'm still tired
from the long flight and all this problems. If you don't mind I'll
go to sleep now!" Helen nodded her head. "That's all right
honey, I hope you have a good night!" helen hugged the girl tightly and
felt her realaxing in her arms. It had been long since someone had embraced her
so warmly and tightly. She felt home and she wished that Helen would be her
mother. It would be so wonderfull to have a mother like her.
The family was sitting in the living room talking. "She's
such a poor girl, I feel pity for her. She's just 13 years old and she's
traveling around the world all alone. I'm happy that we took her with us
here. She really needs a family now and we can help her to get over her parents'
death." They all nodded. Eric looked at his older brother. "Hey JD,
you've been so quiet the whole day. Since Pauline joined us." JD
snapped out of his thoughts. "I'm sorry, what did you just say,
Eric?" Eric sighed and Meg answered in his place. "You seem to be
somewhere else since she arrived and you often starred at her as we were in the
restaurant." JD watched his hands closely as if he could find the answer
in them. "I don't know, Meg, but somehow I feel like I know her
from somewhere. I never met her at one of the competitions, but I still feel
like we know each other for a long time.
She makes the same movements and has the same habits and interests that
I have. And she even looks similar to me. It's strange and I feel that
she will be very important to me!"
