Okay, so… I kinda wanted to explore Grandpa Jack a bit more. But I wanted to do it in one-shot style…

These one-shots are based on one of my other stories, Grandpa. Okay, hope you enjoy!

"Shit!" Jacob burst out as he caught the sight of Jack's hand, "Grandpa… You're bleeding…"

"What? Huh?" Jack frowned and looked down, quickly understanding what his oldest grandchild was talking about. "Oh, crap!"

"Put pressure on it!" Jacob instructed as he pushed up from the kitchen chair he sat at. "I'll go get the first aid kit."

"Thanks Jake…"

"Just keep pressure on it, and try not to let Lucy or Adam see it!" Jacob called out from the bathroom, as he opened the cabinet to pull out the kit.

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"Ow, that looks deep…" Jacob almost whispered as he took Jack's hand in his own and studied the wound.

"Well, good news is…"

"…You can't feel it." Jacob finished for his grandfather, adding a trademark roll of his eyes for good measure.

Jack nodded, frowning at his still bleeding hand.

"At least I don't have to worry about nerve damage…" Jack sighed, biting down on his lower lip.

Jake looked up from Jack's hand long enough to shoot his grandpa a look. "How did you manage to slice open your hand anyway?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, bear… But I guess I felt anything I would have noticed…"

"Seriously, Grandpa…" Jake sighed, "Okay, what were you doing before I got here?"

"Tidying out of the dishwasher…"

"Any knives in there?"

"Dammit!" Jack cussed and smacked his good left hand to his forehead. "Must've sliced my hand when I took out the bowl…"

Jake looked over at the almost empty dishwasher and saw a knife laying edge up. "You know… A man in your condition should start noticing stuff like that…"

"It's not easy remembering that all of the time!"

"No, but you should… Unless you want me to become a regular paramedic."

"It's not even sure that was where I cut myself…" Jack furrowed his brows, "There isn't any blood there, and yet the counter looks like…"

"Like someone killed and gutted a small animal!" Jake shot in, "I know gramps! But deep wounds sometimes take a few seconds to start bleeding, you of all guys know that…"

Jack frowned, then nodded. "Kid… I'm sorry you know…"

"And I'm sorry Lucy and Adam DON'T know!" Jake bit back.

"What? That I'm a washed up agent and that their mom and dad put their lives at risk every time they head out to work? That their business trips often involves them getting shot at?" Jack growled in a low voice.

"That they don't know how badass the three of you are." Jake whispered back in an intense manner. "Mom, dad… They're not safe when they are at work. I know. But if something does happen, it's gonna happen whether they know or not. And I think we should let them know! Because it isn't going to matter whether they are killed in a 'car-accident' or on some secret mission. If they get killed, they are going to be just as damn dead either way!"

"Knowing is going to give your kid sister and brother nightmares."

"Yeah, and explaining how dad comes home with cast, slings or crutches is going to get easier the longer we wait? What?"

"It's not…"

"Or why mom sometimes have bruises and cuts?" Jake offered, "Hmm?"

"Look, I just think it's best to keep them in the dark for as long as we can… You remember how you found out?"

"Yeah… I was three and a half…" Jake locked eyes with Jack, "Mom and dad barely made it home from a mission in Prague. You had to sit me down and tell me that the three of you used to be superspies together, but that you couldn't do that anymore… That mom and dad still were the best of the best, but that it wasn't sure that they would get back home to be with me again."

Jack nodded, biting his lower lip as Jake kept pressure on the wound and fished through the first aid kit for a needle and thread.

"You didn't sleep that night…"

"No. Of course not… Both my parents were hurt, in a prison in a foreign country. Sleeping wasn't a priority…" Jake said as he pushed the needle in just beside the cut in Jack's hand. "Well, at least you didn't hit any big veins or arteries…"

"Jake… You shouldn't know how to stitch up wounds…"

"Maybe not…" Jake agreed, "But it's a nice skill to have…"

"You're barely sixteen…"

"Well, I hardly think that knife cared about that…" Jake snickered, "And it has come in helpful on at least two camping trips, and a few times when you forget to watch out for your right hand…"

Jack couldn't do anything but agree.

"Besides, it will probably come in handy when I join the army…"

"You thinking 'bout joining the army?"

Jake nodded.

"Not to crush your dreams, but you know that will send you to war? Right?"

"Of course I know that grandpa…"

Jack tapped his lower lip between his teeth for a moment, before he asked the question on his mind. "Bear, are you really sure you want that?"

"Yeah."

"It's war…"

"I know that…"

"You're going to see some things that will haunt you… Take away your sleep…" Jack said, barely above whisper.

"I know what I'll be signing up for…"

"I don't think you do…" Jack said, his eyes locked on his own shoes. "Look, you might get lucky if you do… But… Most soldiers who have seen real war… We get… Problems…"

Jake nodded, as his hands kept busy with stitching up the wound. "I know that Jack…"

"No, you don't…"

"Gramps… I've heard you have nightmares…" Jake said, trying to look Jack in the eyes. But Jack still had his gaze locked on his shoes. "I know I'll probably end up having that too…"

"You'll probably see friends, close friends –like family-, die…" Jack whispered, his eyes no longer focused.

Jake took a deep breath, he didn't say anything.

"Jake… You know how much pride I took in my work…How big a part of me it was…" Jack ran his tongue over his lip. "But… A smart guy like you... You should do something else, something safer."

"Why? Because I've inherited some good IQ from either mom or dad?" Jake asked with a hard tone, "You know that's not a good reason!"

Jack looked around the room, his eyes darting between the floor, the walls, the kitchen table, the ceiling. Before they eventually landed on Jake.

"I know…" he whispered, "But honestly… I don't want you to go…"

"Why?"

"Because your my grandson! That's why! And because I've seen war up close and personal a few times, and I know that there is no guarantee to make it back!" Jack rattled away, "I don't want to lose you!"

"Look, it's still a few years until I can enlist. Things might have calmed down by then…"

Jack shook his head. "There's no such thing as it calming down…You get a few slow years once in a blue moon, but eventually… Things start back up again, and it only gets worse…"

"So, if you were able to go back to when you were 18, you wouldn't have enlisted?"

"Hell no! Of course I would enlist! It was the right thing to do, and it brought me here!"

"And you just killed your case!" Jake grinned, "You know that?"

"Shit…"

"There, all done... Stay away from sharp objects… And help me clean up this mess…" Jake smirked as he gestured to all the blood all over the kitchen counter and some of the floor.

Following chapters will be tossed all over the timeline, hahah! Enjoy!