Null and Void
By Berry's Ambitions
A/N: Okay, so this is a plot bunny I've had in mind for a little while now. I don't know how original it is, as I've seen this theory tossed around in the fandom before, but I've had yet to see anyone actually write about it. I'll probably expand on it more later, whether I write more one-shots or eventually do a multi-chaptered story about said topic. I'll admit that this piece could've turned out a lot better, as this was written in the middle of the night, but when inspiration hits, it hits.
And no, this has absolutely no connection to any of my other Casper fics. :) Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Casper.
Jack McFadden is used to impatience. If anything, he is the epitome of impatience, always on his feet with big plans and somewhere to go. Impatience he can handle without question.
Crippling anxiety, he cannot.
He paces up and down the hallways of Whipstaff Manor, fighting the urge to be physically sick. Not that it would have done Jack any good even if he was, considering the fact he had emptied the contents of his stomach hours ago from nerves alone.
I should be in there with her.
He should have been, but he is not, because J.T. is Sarah's husband and as far as everyone else is concerned, the sire of the child she is in the process of bringing into the world.
As far as anyone else is concerned, Jack repeats bitingly in his head. That's for damn sure. Why shouldn't everyone assume that it's J.T.'s kid? He's the one who married the broad. It's only natural to assume that it was his child she was on the verge of giving birth to. Heaven forbid Sarah would get lonely while her inventor spouse was away on business trips. Heaven forbid she would turn to anyone else for comfort J.T. could not provide her. Heaven forbid she'd actually get knocked up with a bastard…
It's so much easier to think this way. To fill himself with rage as opposed to… well, anything else he should be feeling. Surely it's better to feel anger as opposed to the overwhelming despair that's on the verge of consuming Jack entirely. To scream and throws things and punch walls until his hands bleed, rather than locking himself in his bedroom and sobbing over this despicable mess he's made.
He cannot allow himself to cry, because once he starts, he knows he will never stop.
All he asks for is that this baby - his baby, for he will only be able to refer to it as such for a short while longer - will be alright.
~The End~