Okay, so this is my first Jarlos EVER, and I never planned on writing one, cause they're my least favorite pairing. But I'm trying to write one for each pairing, so I decided on this. :D It's also my first non-one shot where the guys are adults.
My mom's an autism therapist and I've dealt a lot with low functioning autistic kids, so this is something I know a lot about. :)
This chapter's short, but I think it's good to start out short. I hope you like it. :) Make sure to review, follow, favorite, and tell me what you think about it. It may be a short story, depending on how much attention it gets.
"NO NO NO NO NO!" William screamed at the top of his lungs, hands pressed hard over his ears, eyes squeezed shut.
"Shhh, Willy." James hissed, picking him up to sit in his chair in the waiting room. He hated it when William did this. It was rare for James to pull this on his father, but it always seemed to happen here.
"NOOOOOO!" William's voice was high pitched now, the child panicking at James' touch. Other kids in the waiting room stared at him.
"Look, Will." James knelt in front of William, pulling his hands from his ears. "Look at Daddy."
William pulled his knees to his chest and began rocking himself, whimpering, refusing to look at James. James sighed and retrieve a book- one about a zoo, which had 3-D animals, which were made for touching. He opened it and sat beside William.
"Look." he said, pointing to the tiger. "What's that?"
William's eyes were suddenly interested.
"Kitty cat." he said. Well, it was close enough.
"That's right." James nodded. "Touch it."
James gently pulled William's hand to touch with fuzzy tiger, William immediately screaming again and pulling away, standing up and gripping his dark hair.
"NOOOOO!" he screamed again, pounding a fist into his own head.
"William James we do NOT hit." James scowled, getting to his knees in order to hold William's little hands in his. William only screamed louder, jumping up and down, trying desperately to get his hands free. James finally pulled the boy to him, clutching him to his chest, not allowing him to get free.
"No doctor." William whimpered after a few minutes of this, which always calmed him.
"It's not Miss Joanne, buddy. It's a new doctor." James said, pulling away.
"Games?"
"That's right."
A doctor, dressed formally, came out.
"Carson?" she asked. As a kid and his parents got up, she turned to William.
"Hi there, Willy!" she smiled. William immediately started screaming again, running away this time.
"I'm sorry, Mister Diamond." Joanne sighed, waving at him as she lead the people into a hallway.
James found William in a corner. It wasn't hard, since he was screaming and all the other kids were staring at him in panic. Once he saw his father approach, he started pulling out hairs from his head.
"WILLIAM!" James scowled, getting flustered now. He picked the child up, but he wriggled out of his arms and started hitting himself again.
"Woah- looks like someone's upset." came a voice as James knelt before William. Both averted hazel eyes to look up at a Latino dressed in jeans and a rolled up flannel shirt. "Is your name William, by chance?"
William tried running, but James jerked him back, trying to contain him.
"Just let him go." the man said to James.
"No way! He'll hurt himself." James argued.
"Sir, this is my JOB. Just let him go."
James let his son go, and the kid ran and hid in the corner, screaming. The man approached, sitting about three feet away from William.
"Hi." the man smiled warmly. "My name is Doctor Garcia. But you can call me Carlos if you want to. What's your name?"
William slowly stopped crying and stared at Carlos.
"Tell him your name, buddy." James encouraged.
"Willy." William said quietly.
"Would you like to come to my room and play games with me, Willy?" Carlos asked with a smile.
"Games?"
"I've got Wack-A-Mole." Carlos taunted. "And... I've got Twister. Do you like that game?"
William nodded.
"How about you and your daddy come play with me?"
To James' surprise, William got up and nodded. Carlos grinned and got up, too, holding out his hand. William cowered away from it with a whimper, reaching up for James' hand instead.
"I'm sorry about that." James apologized as they were lead down a hallway, although the doctor walked beside William.
"It's okay. I've dealt with WAAAY worse." Carlos shrugged. "It's what I do."
They came into a little carpeted room with lime green walls, covered with posters of emotions, numbers, letters, sign-language signs, and a lot more. There were bean-bag chairs, normal chairs, a long table against the wall, a marker board, and a window with a cushion on the enlongated sill for sitting.
William started screaming again, but James was instructed to let him go where he pleased. The child immediately went to a corner and started bumping his head into a wall.
"He's gonna hurt himself!" James said defensively when all Carlos did was turn to a cabinet and unlock it. He dug through it for a second before getting out a little tub of toys.
"Will you get him to sit?" Carlos asked politely. James nodded and approached his son, pulling him from the wall.
"You have to be gentle." Carlos reminded him. James shot him a look.
"Willy, c'mon. It's not so bad." James said.
"Speak slowly and calmingly. Get down to his level." Carlos instructed.
James sighed and knelt down, turning William to face him.
"Will you behave? Please? We're gonna have a lot of fun." James said a little slower. Carlos took a seat on the floor not too far away and waited. When Willy nodded to his father, James smiled. "Wanna play with Carlos and me?" Willy nodded again and James sat to face Carlos, his son in his lap. James kissed Willy's hair lovingly, wrapping his arms around the child.
Carlos bit his lip and dug through the toys. This was gonna be a hard case, but nothing he couldn't do. But he'd have to choose wisely and be careful- the wrong move could send this kid into a tantrum again. If Carlos gave him a pop tube and Willy didn't like loud noises, he'd freak.
But he did anyway.
He pulled out the blue tube and pulled the ends, making loud popping noises. It was like the bendy part of a bendy straw, except way bigger.
Immediately Willy screamed and pressed his palms to his ears, his back pushing hard on James' chest, but didn't run.
"Okay. Okay- no loud noises." Carlos nodded.
"It's one of his triggers." James said as the screaming subsided and James was able to pull the boy's hands from his ears.
"What about this? This is my favorite." Carlos said, pulling out a squishy ball that appeared to have crazy tentacles.
"Ball!" Willy said, reaching for it. Carlos gave it to him and the boy ran off to curl up in the beanie bag chair and squeeze it over and over.
William James Diamond was four years old and was autistic, but considered borderline high-functioning. He looked just like a regular kid, but couldn't talk much at one time. He had his daddy's hazel eyes, buzzed (but needed to be cut REALLY soon) brown hair, and pale skin. But he looked more like his mother in the face, other than his dark lashes. His fingernails were too long for a child his age, especially for an AUTISTIC child his age, but he refused to allow anyone to trim them. James planned to do it tonight when Willy was sleeping.
The way Willy turned and looked at Carlos with such interest as the doctor made a butterfly with his hands and made it fly, landing on the child's head and making him laugh, reminded James of Melanie. What a bitch.
They had been together for two years before Willy was conceived. They were so in love then, the two beautiful young adults from Minnesota. James had been nineteen, Melanie fifteen and still in high school. Sure, it seemed that the age difference was excessive, but they were in love- and love sees no age.
Looking back now, Melanie had always been a bitch, but James always saw past it, as he was a bitch, too. She was seventeen, he twenty-one, when she got pregnant. James WAS careful when it came to this, but it seemed the condom had mal-functioned. It was illegal for them to have sex in the first place, since she wasn't even eighteen. Her parents were pissed and his mom was, too, but James was sure they could get through it. Melanie, however, wasn't so sure.
She raised him with James until Willy was two. He started acting strange and couldn't say as much as he should be able to. So they got him checked out. As soon as Willy was diagnosed with autism, Melanie was out. She moved to New York to be an editor, and James had talked to her about two times in that year. He allowed Willy to call her every week when she left, but she never answered. So Willy forgot about her and moved on. James, however, fell into a deep depression. He really did love Melanie. Really did want to have a family with her. But after two years, she wanted nothing to do with him. And now he was stuck alone, except his mom, who rarely visited back then, with an extremely difficult autistic son.
About a month after she left, James bumped into an old high school hockey buddy at the store. Kendall Knight. They barely knew each other in school, but they agreed to catch up over lunch sometime. And so they became best friends, Kendall helping James through the toughest time of his life. Willy came to trust Kendall and call him "Uncle", James extremely grateful for what Kendall has done for his little family. Babysitting, lending money here and there, containing Willy in public.
It was only natural that James' broken and naive heart fell again for the first person to try to mend it.
Anyone like it? Anyone?
