So hi, my first fanfic, but I hope you guys like it. Chapters will get longer I promise. Please R&R.
McGee's dad was a hard-ass. He didn't hide it, what he did hide however was the fact that his dad was not Admiral John McGee, not biologically anyway.
"Tim, you know I only want to keep you safe!" His father yelled at him, he was 16 and his two younger brothers stared at them as they had their screaming contest.
"Yeah by letting me hunt? You know that's not safe!" Tim yelled back and his father rolled his eyes.
"I keep you and your brothers safe by keeping you close, why is it so hard for you to understand?!" Tim scoffed at him.
"You gave a 9 year old a gun just because he thought there was something in his closet! How is that safe?"
"Well he could shoot whatever was in his closet!" His dad screamed, his face getting redder.
"Whatever dad. I'm done! And no parent should want this life for their children." His father was seething as soon as those words left his mouth.
"Where will you go?!"
"If you had been a real dad, you'd have read the letter I put next to your bed. I got a full ride through MIT dad. I'm going to go to college and I'm going to stop bad guys, REAL bad guys." Tim muttered and shouldered his duffle bag.
"Don't bother coming back." His dad told him and Tim ruffled his little brothers hair, and walked out the door, he didn't look back.
He slid into the seat of the 1984 Camaro Z28 5-speed and drove off, his father's words echoing in his mind, distracting him, until it was too late, he never saw the car coming.
I know he crashed into a bus in the series, but this is AU for a reason, so bear with me. next chapter tomorrow.