Author's Note: Here is the first chapter of my Kickin' It Fanfic "Son of a Spy." I hope you all enjoy! Review!
No POV (9 years ago)
"Honey, are you finished packing your stuff?" Jack's mom asks a six-year-old Jack. "Yes, but I still don't see why we have to leave," he pouts.
"Sweetie, your father says we're not safe here, you know that."
"But, daddy is staying. I don't want to leave him; and Dallas is staying."
"Yes, but your father can handle it, sweetie, and Dallas is an . . . exception. He is in training, although I don't know why his father would allow a little boy to train to be a spy with all of the dangers."
Jack's father is a spy, and Dallas, who is also currently six, is Jack's best friend. He has brown eyes, and his hair is a brown-orangey kind of color. Jack finishes stuffing the rest of his clothes and belongings, including a picture of him and Dallas and one of him and his dad, in his small backpack and slings it over his shoulder. "Go say goodbye to Dallas, sweetie," his mom tells him; He had already said goodbye to his dad. Jack runs as fast as his little legs will take him over to the tent Dallas and his parents live in. The little boys hug each other for a full minute, tears flowing from both of their eyes, as they know they might never see each other again. "Dallas, Jack has to go," Dallas's mother tells him gently. The two friends pull apart and reluctantly say goodbye. Jack leaves the tent, runs back to his mother, and they depart the spy camp for good.
No POV (Three years later)
A nine-year-old Jack sits on his bed in his and his mom's apartment in Washington, DC, looking at the picture of him and his dad from 3 years ago; he hadn't seen his dad since then. The picture of him and Dallas was taped up on his wall. He and his old best friend had seen each other exactly twice since Jack had left the camp, and it had never been on good terms since both times it was to bring bad news about a good friend of theirs' that had been killed. The two boys had grown apart, and even though Jack didn't like it, he knew things could never go back to normal between them, but no matter where he and his mom moved, he always kept the picture of them up on his wall next to the one of him and his dad.
Present Day
Kim's POV
It was a Saturday, and I was in the dojo sparring against Jerry, which was way to easy of a fight in my opinion, but Jack was in the locker room getting a drink from his water bottle, so I didn't really have a choice at the moment. Milton and Eddie were taking a break, sitting on the benches watching us, and Rudy was in his office doing something. I am about to throw a kick at Jerry when I hear the bell on the door of the dojo ring, signaling that someone was walking in. Jerry and I stop sparring, turning in the direction of the door; Milton and Eddie stand up join us. A guy our age is walking towards us. He has orangey colored hair and brown eyes, and he is carrying a note in his hand. "Can we help you?" I ask, since Rudy is still in his office.
"Yes, does Jack Brewer do karate here?" he asks. I am a little shocked that he knows Jack. I had known Jack for 2 years now, and I had never seen this guy before, so where does he know him from? "Um, yeah, he's in the locker room. He'll be out in a second," I respond, still dumbfounded. Jack choses that moment to walk back into the room. He spots the guy we're talking to, and he looks confused. "Hey guys, who's th-" he starts, but then I see recognition flash in his eyes, and also a little bit of fear, anger, and sadness. How was Jack so affected by one person? He grabs the newcomer by the wrist and drags him outside into the mall courtyard. I watch with the guys through the doors of the dojo as Jack angrily asks him a question that I can't hear. The mystery person says something in response, and then just gives Jack the note he had been carrying. Jack carefully read over it, and I see shock and sadness wash over his face. He throws the note to the ground and runs off; the guy picks it up and hurries after him. What had just happened?
Jack's POV
When I walk out of the locker room, I see Kim, Jerry, Eddie, and Milton staring at some guy that looked about our age in awkward silence. "Hey guys, who's th-" I start, but stop when he looks up at me and I recognize the face of someone I haven't seen since I was eight years old – Dallas. I walk toward him, grab his wrist, and drag him outside into the mall courtyard. I know Kim and the guys will be watching from the door, but they shouldn't be able to hear. "What are you doing here?" I ask him angrily, since the last two times I had seen him, he had only brought bad news. Honestly, I was scared of what his response was going to be, and I was sad that our reunions always had to be like this, since we had once been best friends. Even though it was a long time ago, seeing him always made me kind of mad at how things had turned out between us. "Jack, it's – well, it's you dad," he says. My heart lurches, and he hands me the note he had been carrying in his hand. I start to read it:
"Jack, my buddy. If you haven't already guessed, it's your dad writing this. I miss you so much, Jack, and unfortunately, buddy, if you're reading this it means I'm – well, it means I'm dead, Jack. Hard to accept, huh?"
There is more to it than that, but I don't finish it. I throw the note on the ground and run off, intending to go back to my house, but I hear Dallas chasing after me, and since there is a slim chance that he doesn't know my address, I won't lead him there. "Jack, wait a second, please!" I hear him yelling. I don't wait, I keep running, but since he's had spy training since he was six, and I, well, haven't, he catches me a minute later, grabbing my arm and pulling me to a stop.
"Jack, I'm sorry, I really am, but we need to talk. The guys who killed him are going to come after you and I was sent here to protect you, so I-" He doesn't finish, because my phone beeps cutting him off, and it's obvious that I'm ignoring him while I check it. It's from Kim and says: "Jack, what was that about, are you ok?" I hit the "reply" button and type back, "Ya, Kim, it was nothing, I'm fine, but I'm gonna go home." It's an obvious lie, and I'm sure Kim will se right through it and demand an answer when she can talk to me in person, but for now she just types back, "Ok, Jack."
I put my phone away, and Dallas I can see that Dallas is about to start talking to me again, but before he can, I talk first: "I don't need or want your protection. If you follow me home, I will call the cops on you." With that said, I snatch the note out of his hand since my mom will want to read it when I explain all of this to her, then run home, a few tears streaking down my face.
Dallas's POV
As soon as Jack is out of sight, I go after him. I will have to watch his house all night and make sure nothing happens to him, whether he likes it or not. Hopefully he'll never find out. I honestly do feel bad for the guy: He hasn't seen his dad since he was six, and now I, his old best friend (obviously we aren't on good terms anymore) just randomly appears, after years of not seeing each other "(I think we were eight last time) and brings a note telling him his father is dead. That must be harsh. Jack's dad was a really great guy, and I had remained close with him while in the spy camp. I couldn't believe he was gone, but it was true, and I would not let his murderers get Jack too.
Kim's POV
"Well, did he answer your text, Kim?" Rudy asks me. I had filled him in on what had happened and he was worried and confused just like the rest of us.
"Yeah, he said that it was nothing and that he's fine, but he's going home," I tell him and the other guys. I knew that something was really wrong and that he was lying, so I would talk to him and demand an answer. I happen to glance over near the lockers, and I find the perfect excuse to go to his house: Jack had left his karate bag.
"Rudy, Jack left his karate bag, I'm going to go give it to him bye!" I say as I quickly grab his bag and rush out of the dojo. I get to Jack's house and ring the doorbell. Mrs. Brewer answers the door, and she is crying. I bet this had to do with whoever that guy that came to the dojo was and whatever that note he gave to Jack said. What was going on here?
Author's Note: Well? What do you guys think so far? Review please!