Jessie: Fight for Freedom

by jj347

No matter what people thought, Luke still had a few memories of someone in Detroit. And that person is the last he'd expect or want to see at the hotel. Luke is kidnapped, and now, in the worst part of Detroit, Luke must team up to survive with someone he'd never expected to meet. His twin sister. CHECK OUT SEQUEL: Brooklyn Bionics

1. A Delivery

Chapter 1

A Delivery

AN: Okay, hi everybody. So, this is my first fanfic. Please be nice. I know its a slow start, but it gets better, trust me! Besides, in tv, the first season's always the worst, because it's too slow. Anyway, the one day, my friend suggested that I write a fanfic about Luke Ross. Now, I'm not that big a fan of Cameron Boyce, considering he's nasty, rude, and...many other things. (In my opinion. But whatever you believe is fine too!) So, my friend wanted me to write this. Of course, I have no experience in writing fanfiction, but I decided to give it a go. So, here it is. Enjoy!

It was a sunny day in New York City. The Ross family was jsut getting to the start of their morning routine. 19 year old Jessie Prescott, the family nanny, was sitting at the kitchen table of the penthoust, sipping a cup of coffee, and reading a magazine. Bertram, the butler, was trying to serve breakfast.

"Jessie," he said, trying to get her attention. Jessie was engrossed in her magazine. "Jessie. Jessie!"

Jessie jumped at Bertram's yell, snapping out of her trance. "What? I am TRYING to read about Taylot , here!"

Bertram rolled his eyes. "Tony just buzzed on the intercom. He says thre's a package down there for you."

Jessie immediately brightened. "Oh, that must be my Taylot doll!"

Bertram grinned sarcastically. "And they trust you with children," he muttered, heading back to the stove.

Jessie groaned. "The last thing I want to do is go down there and see Tony," she moaned. "It'll be too awkward."

"I'll go for you, Jessie," said a voice from the back stairs. 13 year old Luke Ross hopped of the second to last stair and leaned against the counter. "I'd be happy to do something for my favorite girl." He grinned.

Jessie rolled her eyes. "Forget it, freckles."

Luke huffed, then crossed into the living room, got into the elevator, and took it down to the lobby.

Tony, Jessie's ex-boyfriend, was stadning behind the counter, looking in the register. "Oh, hey Luke!" he said, grinnning.

"Hey Tony," Luke replied. "Jessie said there was mail down here for her."

"Yep. It's in the back. I"ll get it for ya." He turned towards the back room. Then he huffed. "It's probably from her new boyfriend."

Luke groand. "Oh, here we go again!" Lately, Tony had this habbit of venting how wrong Jessie was when they split up about two months ago. And he did it to anyone who would listen.

Tony threw his hands up in the air. "I mean, she said I have no spark! How could she think-"

"Tony!" Luke yelled, putting hsi hands up for him to stop. "I just came for the package, man."

Tony chuckled, embarassed. "Oh yeah. Sorry."

After Tony disappeared into the back room, Luke leaned against the counter. That's when he saw him. No matter what anyone thought, Luke had a few solitary memories of Detroit. They just weren't about his mom. They were about someone else. And that person was the last person Luke wanted to see.

"Hello, son."

AN: Okay, so I promise I'll update alomst everyday if I can, unless I'm grounded. Please read and review, and be nice. I accept constructive critism. (I don't know if I spelled that right. Sorry!) :)