AUTHOR'S NOTE: First off, let me start by telling you guys that there is no pairing in this particular Nip/Tuck story. The story is mainly focused around those Christian and one of my original characters,but there is a subplot involving Matt McNamara and another with Kimber Henry. This is my first time writing a Nip/Tuck or television fan fiction so please don't be too hard on me.
BACKGROUND: Now that Wilbur is no more, Christian's life suddenly changes when he finds himself dealing with another child. A child he never knew he had. Struggling to be a good father for the girl, his past soon comes back to haunt him. In a way that could very well be corrupting his own daughter. Not only that, but his relationship with Matt takes a turn for the worst.
TIME FRAME: The story takes place mid-way Season Two. A few days after Wilbur was taken from Christian & Gina, and right after the first Carver victum came to McNamara/Troy and Sean began fixing the work of the victums.
DISCLAIMER: The "Nip/Tuck" characters/universe belong to the original creator, Ryan Murphy and theFX network. This storyis onlyintended for entertainment purposes. Orignal characters belong to yours truly.
The heat of the moment was intoxicating. For both of them. The humidity that filled the spacious bedroom engulfed both of their naked bodies. The man thrusted rhythmically towards the woman beneath him. The young girl screamed out in ecstasy, wanting the passion between them to continue on. It was an amazing feeling. Sex. Something that no other human being could comprehend unless they had actually experienced it. It was almost like a drug in itself. Not only was it addicting but it was an indulgent way of putting your free time to good use.
In the universe of Dr. Christian Troy, every night was a new opportunity. A new opportunity to make last night's one night stand better than before. He'd been with enough women in his time to know when the sex was good and when it was shit. He had a little black book full of past and present lovers who were lucky enough to satisfy his every desire in the sack. The unlucky ones he left behind, just as he did the dust from the exhaust pipe on his silver Porsche. In a city where beauty was desired over material possessions, Christian's eyes were always open for his next lay. No matter who it might be. Whether it were a stripper, a random woman he picked up at a bar or even one of his current patients...he'd charm his way in and get exactly what he wanted.
Women could not resist him. His rugged good looks drew heads everytime he entered the room. He stood at six feet and two inches. His bronze colored skin, dark brown close-cropped hair, piercing blue eyes, and full lips made him one of the most sought after ladies men in the city of Miami. Ladies were not only falling at his feet to get breast implants or a nose job, but to feed their own desires and get into his bed.
The young lady that laid beneath his large and muscular one-hundred and eighty-two pound body was generally not one of the most common females he brought back to his penthouse. He had found her at a local nightclub only an hour ago, having been aroused watching her move hypnotically to the beats that pumped out of the sound system, only dreaming about how she'd be in the sack. Being one of the best plastic surgeons in Miami, Florida, he had a knack for picking at a person's flaws and deciding how he'd go about changing them. Physically. This girl, however, had an incredibly molded physique. From her ample breasts down to her perfectly sculptured calves, she was a poster child if he'd ever seen one. Certainly someone he'd see on the cover of one of those corny teen magazines. At first glance, any other person would assume she couldn't have been more than nineteen. Close enough.
In the small-talk he had made with her at the club, she had only turned twenty one. A twenty one year old, blue eyed, chesnut brown haired, college student majoring in fashion design. None of this information was essential to Christian when the only thing he cared about was if she could feed his sexual desires. Well, as long as they'd been in bed, she wasn't doing the best job of it. What did he expect from a girl at her age? He could have been decieved entirely by her looks. Surely she'd been with other men in college who'd probably taken her back to their dorm and given her a decent screw, but this was ridiculous. She acted more as though she were experiencing everything for the first time. He was doing all the work and all she was doing was lying back and taking it all in as though she were riding a merry-go-round at a theme park.
Suddenly he was asking himself why he even bothered with her. This was definitely one woman who would not be in his book. Might as well give her cab fare and send her home to catch up on her homework.
The young woman looked up at him in bafflement when he seized his thrusting motions. "What's wrong?"
He sighed wearily. "It's late. I have to get up early tomorrow." He pulled out of her and turned around to scoop up her clothing and toss them her way. "You should go home. Don't you have a class in the morning? You wouldn't want to upset daddy by coming home late at night, would you?"
She clutched her silk, black spaghetti strap slip dress to her chest, along with her matching bra and panties, still bewildered by his abrupt actions. Pushing up to a seated position, her eyes narrowed. "I don't live under my daddy's roof anymore. Besides, I don't have class tomorrow." Her strawberry colored lips twisted into a smile. "Well, I do, but I don't have to go. I could skip it and stay here. We could...have a little fun, you know?" Her smile grew wider in a grin.
Christian grunted under his breath. Was this girl deaf? Did she or did she not hear that he had to get up early tomorrow? "Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart, but I really do have surgery in four hours. If I don't get some sleep, I might end up screwing up someone's tit job." He grabbed a white card from his dresser and tossed it to her. "For cab fare."
The young woman hesitated before slipping into her bra and standing up to pull on her panties. She looked over at him with a furrowed brow. "Was I...not good?"
He pursed his lips together as he took a step towards her. "Don't be disappointed sweetheart. You aren't the first and I'm sure you won't be the last. Allow me to offer you a bit of advice. The next time you get some adolescent college boy in your dorm, think back to this moment in time when you could have had a real man."
She sighed irritably, turning her back on him and slipping her dress over her head. "Oh, so I see. I'm just another one night stand." She scoffed. "I should have seen it coming."
He bent down, scooped up her black high heels and handed them over to her. "No hard feelings. It's your technique that could use some work, but if you're lucky, someday you might improve."
She grabbed her shoes and reached down to slip them onto her feet. "Thanks for the tip asshole," she spoke flatly.
He rolled his eyes but remained steadfast. Turning on his heels, he crossed the room to retrieve another white card from his coat pocket. She grabbed the card he had given her for cab fare and started out of his penthouse. "Hey!" She stopped in her tracks at the sound of his voice, turning her head towards him. He handed her the white card in his hand, "give me a call if you decide you want to do something about those stretch marks."
The girl's jaw dropped in astoundment. "Thanks for nothing, Dr. Troy!" Throwing the white card back in his face, she stomped off and departed his apartment in a huff.
He watched the young woman walk off, scoffing to himself. He strolled towards his bathroom, determined to jump in the shower when he noticed that he had a new messages on his answering machine. He stepped towards the table on the right side of his bed, reached out and pressed the button on the machine to retrieve the messages. An automated voice shortly came over the speaker.
"Two new messages. Message one. Recieved at, six twenty-nine p-m." There was a steady beep before a familiar female's voice echoed throughout the spacious bedroom. "Hey asshole. It's me. I just thought you'd like to know that Wilbur's father has recently filed a restraining order on me. Apparently his sex-crazed mommy is infecting his mind with the ABC's of oral sex. Wilbur won't be seeing me anymore and he sure as hell won't be seeing you. His father's left the city and taken Wilbur with him. Maybe if you would have kept your dick in your pants in the first place, I wouldn't be in this situation. I pray to the high heavens that when you have a child of your own, you don't end up scarring them for life. Thanks for nothing asshole."
Christian stood there in astonishment, having froze up the minute he heard the name "Wilbur." He swallowed the lump in his throat, his emotions rising to the surface. Finding the strength within him, he shuffled towards his king-sized bed and sat down in the disarray of the red egyptian cotton sheets. He couldn't feel anything at that moment. His body was numb. It all seemed like a dream, a nightmare. His heart ached in a way he had never felt before. It almost seemed like a part of him was missing. There was an emptiness in his heart. Tears welled up in his eyes and soon trickled down his cheeks. He was about ready to lose all composure until the steady beep came from the answering machine.
"Message two. Recieved at, seven fifteen p-m." Another beep followed the automated voice, and a new but familiar female's voice filled the room. "Christian. Hi, it's Kimber. I just finished wrapping a cover shoot for Vogue. Can you believe it? Anyway, I was in the neighborhood earlier today and I passed by your place. Look, I know things between us didn't really work out before, but I'm willing to give it another shot...if you are. I was hoping we could get together sometime this week. I'm free tomorrow. Give me a call. Bye."
The machine beeped one last time, the automated voice following. "End of messages."
He looked over at the answering machine, a brow furrowed in question. Dealing with Kimber Henry right now was the last thing on his mind. They had been on and off continuously. From lovers, to boyfriend/girlfriend, to friends, to lovers again, to enemies, and finally to friends. It was a non-stop cycle. He constantly found himself wondering if she was a masochist or simply just clingy. There were plenty of other men in this city, but she seemed to love the thrill of clinging to his arm like a hood ornament. Pushing the thoughts of the woman out of his head, he put his focus on Wilbur. A child he had grown to love ever since he was concieved, and now, a child he would never see again.
Putting his head in his hands, he tried to piece together how he could have let something like this slip right through his fingers. He wished he could stop time and go back to when this whole scenario began. Maybe Gina was right. If he hadn't of gotten involved with her in the first place, he wouldn't be feeling as frail as he was now. Then again, if she hadn't of come into his life, he would have never gotten the chance to experience what it truly felt like to be a father. There was no telling when he would experience that again, but it was certainly a long time coming.
He exhaled a deep sigh before pushing himself up to his feet and shuffling towards his bathroom. Within seconds, he slipped into the spacious marble shower. His masculine hands reached out to turn the knobs to a warm temperature, allowing the water from the shower head to slide down his strong upper body. He shut his eyes, exhaling a refreshed sigh. He tried mercilessly to push all thoughts of Gina, Wilbur, and Kimber out of his head. Putting all confidence in himself, he had to believe that his life would carry on in the same way it always did. It simply had to. He didn't see any other way around this dillema. There was so much going for him at the moment. He had a well-paying career, a great partner, and dozens of beautiful women in this city who would be putty in his hands. As far as he was concerned, nothing could ruin the life that he had worked so hard to obtain.