Fame Fortune And

Everything That Goes

Chapter 1:

Sick Fucks!

"Hey let me go you sick fucks!" I shouted being pulled into the interrogation room by a bunch of jackass cops. The reason I got arrested was not pretty so don't expect a long tale of me doing something illegal or what not. All I can say right now is I don't have any of my stuff so leaving this shithole is a no go. Just for the record though I'm cold wearing only a tank top, ripped jeans, and sandals.

"Aren't you a bit young to be getting arrested on an assault charge little lady?" The man sitting at the table in the room asked I glared furiously at him.

"I don't need someone to tell me how young or old I have to be to do something jackass." I replied taking a seat at the table.

"No need for name calling look I'm a friend you can tell me anything that's bothering you like why you attacked those four men." He tried to sound innocent but I wasn't buying it I've dealt with people like this before. They try to act all nice so they get the info from you they need but then turn around and stab you in the back like some kind of sick fuck.

"You're not my friend jackass. I have no friends and I certainly wouldn't make friends with a cop. And a fat one at that." I glared at him feeling a sudden anger boil and burn inside me as I adjusted the goggles on my head.

"Why don't we start off with names? I'm Officer John Pedesco and you are?" Again with the nice act totally ignoring the fact I called him fat!

"Name's Panic as everyone calls me, not the name on me certificate though." I was turned away from him at this point gazing off into space.

"Certificate? Your birth certificate?"

"Yeah what of it dick fuck?"

"What is the name on your birth certificate?" He sighed in deep frustration as it dawned on him this was going to be a long night.

"Merlin."

"Merlin like the famous wizard?"

"No you fucking dickhead! It's pronounced mḕr-lin, emphasis on the e and the lin bit." I rolled my eyes irritated beyond belief.

"Ok, ok!" He held his hands up defensively, "Look Merlin why don't we call your mom so you can avoid a night in the slammer hmm?" He was really pushing it with the good cop act wasn't he?

"Don't got one. Never have hopefully never will." I had my hands folded in front of my face at this point looking down at the papers on the table. It was the arrest report with my description on it.

"Oh well what about your father? You must certainly have one of those?"

"Doubt he would ever wanna look at me. I mean take a good look I'm blind in one eye and I hobble around leaning on shit because of my shattered knee that never healed right." I kept looking down as I mumbled the last bit.

"Alright then I'll call him then do you have his phone number? Like work or home phone?" He was really starting to get on my nerves.

"I might have lived in a gutter the past fifteen years but I know for a fact most people don't have land lines anymore." I leaned back putting my arms behind my head.

"You have any way of contacting him?"

"Ahh… no señor, just this." And I handed him a ratty beat up piece of paper. He knew what it was before he even unfolded it, my birth certificate. The edges were a little charred and it was utterly disgusting the state it was in. What'd ya want it's been in my bra for god knows how long!

"It says here your father is Tony Stark?" He motioned for the other cop, who brought me in here, to bring him a phone.

"Yeah so? Don't care." I closed my eyes sighing.

"Well let's give him a call shall we?" He dialed a number into the phone and started speaking to a person on the other end; after a few minutes he hung up and looked at me, "Mr. Stark should be here in a few minutes then we can do a paternity test and either you will be headed to the slammer or going to your new home, but we'll just have to wait and see." Now he was toying with me, pushing my buttons. But unlike him I can push them right back.

"Rather spend the night in jail less awkward conversations, familiar fellows, and a rent free place to sleep." He faltered giving a brief look of shock before recomposing himself in a more professional manner. Good I was certainly messing with his head. Things then started to quite awkward and a bit tense until there was a knock on the door.

"Uh sir Mr. Stark is here." The cop spoke after opening the door.

"Oh good let him in!" This guy sounded so excited like he had found a damn missing link in human evolution or some shit! When Tony had walked into the room he gave me a once over and paused looking into my eyes. My calmed expression then changed to a glare.

"Alright Mr. Stark this here is Merlin," He fucking mispronounced my name just to fuck with me! "If you would be so kind as to take a paternity test we can find out if you are the father or not of this. I mean her." Someone was going to be getting a punch in the face. The forensics officer came in and took some of our hair and a bit of saliva just to be once he left I was alone with the man I had assumed was my father.

"So… Merlin I-"

"Look the name's mḕr-lin, as I told that cunt from earlier, emphasis on the e and the lin bit." I corrected.

"Alright then Merlin tell me what it is you want because I know better than anyone that you certainly aren't my daughter."

"What I really want is well a warm bed to sleep in at night, a hot meal at least once a day, and a proper surgeon to fix my knee. But if it's as you say that I'm not your daughter then just let him throw me in jail at least I can avoid the awkward conversations with you and I get a place to sleep the night. Because what I did to those men was an act of self-defense and I don't care whether I do time for it or not." He looked at me funny not a ha-ha funny but more like a strange funny almost concerned, he stared at me with this look on his face for a good few minutes until I glared back in anger that came from nowhere.

"Well looking here on your birth certificate it does say I am your legal and biological dad but can you tell me who Mellissa Martha is?" I never really thought about my mother I only have a vague recollection of her selling me off to some strangers but this was information he was trying to gain from me. I wasn't going to pour out my life's story to this man mere minutes after meeting him. I'm not some sappy little girl who would cry and cry until everyone felt sympathy for her like on the TV.

"No because I don't remember her." I said rather bluntly adjusting my goggles again.

"Really no early fond childhood memories of baking in the kitchen or playing at the park?" His eyebrow was cocked at the end of his sentence he was really pushing for some information.

"Nope nothing and nothing I'd be willing to tell you anyway." I crossed my arms again leaning back in the chair before glancing up at the clock. 9:13 pm. My dealer was going to be pissed! I turned my head back to Tony to find the cop had left my arrest report on the table he was reading my description.

"Says here you spit on the cop and told him to 'piss off'? Care to elaborate?" He looked at me with a rather thought provoked look on his face.

"So I did what I did because it's what I know." I turned my head away casually glancing at the floor.

"What do you know then?"

"I can make you a batch of meth and hot wire your car." He looked at me shocked I mean who wouldn't sure I looked a bit raggedy around the edges but I was still fifteen for god's sake and that's not something your average teenager would say. We had been sitting here for around a good ten minutes, I was done I didn't want to look at this man anymore even if he was my biological father I'd rather go back to my life as a street urchin. I only say this because I picked up on his personality right away; he's a bit arrogant, chauvinistic, and somewhat selfish. He knew what he wanted right from meeting me and he doesn't seem to care whether I'm alive or dead, not like that matters to me at the point. I mean I'm not asking for much but could someone please throw me a fucking bone here? Am I going to jail or not?! As if the heavens answered my prayers the cop came back in to pull Tony out into the hallway. Since curiosity killed the cat I put my ear to the door to try and eavesdrop.

"Look the forensics lab is processing the DNA right now but it will be about four weeks until we can get the results."

"But can't you send it to the hospital for some kind of paternity test?"

"We would but we can't the hospitals around here have a 'habit' of losing our DNA samples so you are going to have to wait."

"But what do we do about Merlin?"

"You can either take her home with you and sort it out there or you can have her sent to Juvie until the results come in your call."

"You know what? I'll-" I didn't catch the last bit as one of the other cops was opening the door. Rushing back over to my seat he just stared at me before gathering the arrest report papers off the table. Soon after Officer Pedesco and Tony walked back in.

"Well little girl looks like you're not going to Juvie tonight good luck with your new daddy." He chuckled lightly to himself before walking away leaving me with Tony again.

"Oh so you decided to take me home with you? For what fun? Am I going to be a fucking pet of some kind?" I mocked remembering it was going to take a whole month to get the test results and I had a feeling he wasn't willing to put up with me.

"No and no I remembered what you said about wanting a warm bed to sleep in and hot food to eat, I figured I could at least give you a bit of luxury until we get the results from the forensics lab." That whole sentence made me feel something inside some kind of emotion but I couldn't place what it was, happiness? No it was just my gut grumbling in protest of not eating for the past three days.

"Well I could have got the same shit in Juvie." I stated rather plainly.

"Yeah but chances are you'd get your ass kicked." I started to laugh after the sentence; did he not know why I was arrested?

"I think it would be the other way around with me doing the ass kicking." He sighed holding his head in his hands before we walked out of the interrogation room and picked up my belongings. The cops were a little less than eager to give me back my gun but made sure to give Tony my knives. In this time he made a brief phone call to some unknown person. He watched me as we walked out of the police station at how I hobbled around leaning on anything in my path trying to hold in my small cries of pain and almost bumping into a wall.

"You seriously got arrested for kicking four guy's asses?" He asked with a bit of a smirk on his face. Was he toying with me?

"Yeah so what of it? Just because I smashed my knee doesn't mean jack shit I can still fight." I glared angrily.

"I don't think that's good for your knee though running around and beating people up. I think once we get back to Malibu I'll have a doctor at least look at your knee."

"Malibu? I thought you lived in New York or something in like some high rise apartment complex in a penthouse?" He laughed a bit as a large black car pulled up with a man getting out of the driver's seat jogging around to hold the door open. Why wasn't I expecting this? Tony climbed in first I guess to catch me in case I fall or something and I right after. The man then closed the door jogging back around getting in the driver's seat once more.

"No Stark Tower is out here in New York but I actually live in a very nice mansion out in Malibu California." I didn't really care for his explanation I was feeling…tired? I haven't actually felt tired in a very long time, then again it's been forever since I've seen a bed that I could actually sleep in and not have to make. Despite the pain in my knee I pulled my legs to my chest laying my head on my knees blinking a few times to try to stay awake. But in the end I closed my eyes falling asleep in the car.