Sweet Child O' Mine
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Rated: T (Subject to change... let me know if I should move this up. Right now it's for language and implied sexual content b/t an adult and a minor. Although the subject matter may be serious, I think on the whole the story will be pretty light and non-explicit. :) Again, I will up the rating if necessary.)
Takes place between Seasons 1 and 2.
R&R and enjoy!
Chapter 1: Where Do We Go
Beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep.
Officer Tom Hanson, eyes still closed, reached out a tan arm to forcibly silence the nearby alarm clock. He buried his face in the pillow and let out a loud groan.
"Good morning, Tommy." A quiet, distinctly feminine voice rasped.
The cop stiffened and looked up to meet a pair of dark blue eyes beside him. Very familiar dark blue eyes…
"Oh my God…" Tom leapt backwards towards the edge of the bed in shock. He gripped the sides of his head and whispered frantically to himself. "Stupid, stupid, stupid Hanson, way to go, you idiot."
Brooke Lawson, the blonde, underage junior from Wilcox High School, was in bed with him, an adult police officer. Unclothed.
Fuck.
The girl's small hands caressed his shoulders. "Tom, what's wrong? You okay?" Pressing her torso against his back, she rubbed her hands on his sides and whispered in his ear. "Do you need something to make you feel better?" Her sweet face blushed pink as she said this, and it felt warm on his hunched figure.
Tom leaned away, still not looking at her.
Brooke's eyebrows furrowed, and she crawled over to his side and pried his hands away. "Talk to me, Tommy. Is it me…? I mean, was I…?" She trailed off, embarrassed.
Hanson sighed. "It's not you, Brooke, I…" He glanced at her pretty face and felt a wave of self-disgust wash over him. "Last night was just a mistake. I was irresponsible, I wasn't thinking, I shouldn't have… I mean, my God, you're just a kid." He ran his hands fitfully through his thick brown hair.
Brooke stiffened at his words. "Oh. I see." Her voice was like ice. "A lowly junior isn't good enough for an older, more experienced senior like yourself. I get it." She drew away from him, leaving Tom feeling strangely cold.
As the girl stood to grab her clothes, Hanson gripped her arm. "Look, Brooke, that's not exactly what I meant. I mean, you were, uh, you were great last night, it's nothing like that. I…" He let out an exasperated breath, running a hand through his hair again. "I haven't been exactly honest with you, Brooke. I'm… I 'm an undercover police officer. My job is to go undercover as a teenager in high school to conduct investigations."
Brooke's eyes widened in shock. She stared at Hanson for many moments before shaking her head. "That's not possible," she murmured. "How could you… is that even…" She glanced up at the cop warily. "How old are you really, then? Is Tom even your real name?"
He half-smiled, although his dark, expressive eyes remained worried. "I'm 23 years old. And yeah, my real name's Tom. Tom Hanson."
Brooke chewed this around a little. A few little things about the boy she thought she knew made a little bit more sense now. She surveyed his youthful face for a few more moments before sticking out her hand. "Well," she grinned slightly. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Officer Hanson."
6 days earlier…
"Brooke Lawson! Get over here now!" Wilcox High senior Jason Carmichael growled, sprinting after the hysterically laughing blonde. "This isn't funny!"
"Catch me if you can, Carmichael!" Brooke giggled as she raced down the hallway, the boy's brown paper lunch bag clenched in her left fist. But, as fast as she was, Jason's legs were much longer and he caught up quickly, catching her around the middle and holding her up in the air. The much shorter girl shrieked, tucking the bag underneath her arms. But Jason had had enough of her persistent teasing and he snatched the bag out of her hands, dropping her on her ass and quickly checking inside to make sure nothing was damaged.
Brooke slowly stood up and dusted off her jeans irritably. "Jason, what the hell, I was just having a little-"
The black-haired boy glared at her. "You know I don't like anyone touching my stuff, Brooke. You should know better than anybody as my girlfriend."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know, I was just having a little fun. You know, fun? That thing we used to have all the time? Smiling, laughing, all that?"
Jason tucked the bag into his jacket. "Alright," he sighed. "I'm sorry for overreacting. Still love me?" An adorable little half-smile graced his perfectly symmetrical face.
Brooke's features softened. "Of course I do." She reached upward and pressed her full lips to his just as the bell rang. She smiled and then broke away, leaving him momentarily stunned. His periwinkle eyes snapped open. "Hey!"
She didn't turn around as she ran down the hallway. "See you at the game tonight- good luck!"
Meanwhile, a lean, brown-haired, chocolate-eyed boy walked through the school doors, backpack over one shoulder, leather jacket slung over the other. A white slip of paper was in his free hand. "Thomas Christopher Hatcher, expelled from Amherst High for possession of marijuana, record of fighting and talking back to teachers. Geez, what else is new?" he muttered sarcastically. "Investigating a massive drug outbreak in the student population, mostly marijuana. Students under suspicion of dealing include Gregory Shields, Trace Millbrook, yada, yada, yada…" He turned the corner and continued scanning the paper, making sure he had everything down pat-
"OOF!" A fast-moving body ran smack into him and landed hard on the ground.
"Oh my God, I'm sor- I mean, watch where you're going, Blondie."
The small, curvy teenager at his feet glared up at him. "Thanks a lot, genius. I really needed that bruised tailbone." She slowly stood and clutched the side of her head. "And the headache," she groaned.
Tom hesitated for a moment, and decided that being a gentleman wasn't exactly contradicting his profile… "Look, I'm sorry, I should have been watching where I was going. Are you okay?"
The girl's pretty oval-shaped face appeared confused for a split second, and then she composed herself. "I'm perfectly fine, thanks." She tried to take a few dignified steps forward, but ended up dizzy and nearly falling flat on her face. Tom reached out and steadied her. "You don't look fine. Come on, I'll take you to the nurse, I've got to head to the office anyways."
The girl shot a glare in his direction. "I don't need your help, okay, genius?"
Tom sighed. "At least sit down for a few seconds. I don't want to you to pass out or something."
She hesitated, then nodded and carefully sat down and leaned against the lockers. He started to say good-bye, but Brooke beat him to the punch. "Could you stay with me a bit? If it's not too much trouble?"
Tom faltered for a few seconds, but nodded and dropped his bag. He slid down the wall and stretched his legs out beside her. There was a moment of silence.
"My name's Brooke. Lawson."
He glanced over at her out of the corner of his eyes. She was facing forward, one hand on her forehead. She turned her face, which Tom noticed was quite beautiful, to look straight into his eyes with her azure ones.
He cleared his throat and gazed away from the teenager next to him. "I'm Tom Hatcher. I just transferred from Amherst."
She smiled as she surveyed his form. He was pretty damn attractive- angled cheekbones, deep chocolate brown eyes. Judging from how he was dressed, and the Sid Vicious haircut, he was most definitely the rough-around-the-edges, rock-worshipping, rebel type of guy. Pretty much the polar opposite of Jason, who obeyed all the rules for fear of being kicked off the baseball team. And of his dad. Jesus Christ, Mr. Carmichael was a pain in the ass. He actually had the gall to order Jason to break up with her just because he got a B in Physics! Brooke shook her head and focused on the boy sitting beside her.
"Why'd you transfer?"
He chuckled. "Uh, well, actually, I got thrown out."
She cocked her head. "What for? Drinking, fighting? Drugs?"
Tom revealed a perfected nonchalant smirk. "Pretty much all of the above. Speaking of which, you know where I can score some good pot around here?"
Brooke smiled, still gazing rather intently at his good-looking face. "I don't know about that, but if you want some Girl Scout cookies I have a little sister desperate for the grand prize." She paused. "Anyways, you don't look too much like a pothead to me."
Another brief silence. "So, uh, what kind of car do you drive?"
He looked sideways at her. "Why so many questions? This an interrogation or something?" Ha ha ha.
The blonde flushed. "No. You just seem… interesting is all. You seem a lot… more mature than most of the guys here. I don't know what it is." She shook her head and laughed. "You probably think I'm a total freak."
Tom had stiffened at her words. Keep cool, Hanson. She doesn't suspect anything… you haven't given her a reason to. Just stick to protocol. "Uh-huh. Well, I think I probably should at least move towards the office. Get checked in and all that. I'll, uh, see you around, okay?" He lazily stood, grabbed his bag, and began to stroll down the corridor.
"Wait!"
He stopped and whirled around. "What?" he practically growled.
The pretty young girl had risen to her feet and walked over to where he stood. "Listen, there's a baseball game tonight, versus Amherst, and I thought that it being your old school and all you'd like to go…"
Tom snorted. "Do I look like the baseball type? Besides, I'm busy tonight anyways."
"My boyfriend, Jason Carmichael, is starting, he's the pitcher, and I thought you could keep me company while he's-"
"Not interested, sorry." He gave her a faux-apologetic smile. "I'll see you around, alright?"
"Yeah," the girl murmured dejectedly. "See you."
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As he walked away from Brooke, Hanson took out the slip of paper he was studying earlier. Students under suspicion… Gregory Shields, Trace Millbrook, Lawrence Stevenson, Gabriella Perez, Dustin Weir, Stacey Marsh, Brooke Lawson…
Brooke Lawson. Young, clumsy, beautiful Brooke Lawson. Tom crumpled the paper in his hand. Shit.
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Alright, people, first 21 Jump Street story! I hope Hanson isn't too out of character; I tried to compensate for putting him in a situation that he'd probably never get into in the first place. :) Anyways, I'll have another chapter up as soon as possible. Please review (politely) and tell me what you think!!!! Thanks, love you guys!
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