Mother Dearest
A Batman Beyond FanFiction
Written by: Celestial Moon
E-Mail: ArmaniGirlAX@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I do not (sadly) own Terry McGinnis. This story is purely fictional. Some of the characters are my own, etc etc. This is just for the enjoyment of all of you. Please leave some feedback :D
Part 1
Friday 11:01 AM
Hamilton High School
Room 312
Terry McGinnis found himself sitting on a soft, fluffy cloud. He rested his large hands on the silky wisps -- they felt like a cool mist. As he sat on the cloud, he never once thought about the physics involved in keeping him on top of the cloud when it was nothing more than air. His fingers intertwined with the gleaming white cloud as he sighed contentedly. There was nothing in this world that could make him upset. He was in a tranquil bliss -- in a world where his father was sitting at his desk at home staring at a computer screen. His mother would be behind him, massaging his tired back, as his brother quietly played with the colorful blocks that lay scattered upon the carpet floor. The key word was quietly. Terry leaned back on the cloud. His eyes shot open as his back fell through the misty air.
When his sight cleared, he found himself lying on the floor with his chair under him. Eyes stared at him from all around. Above the whispered mutterings he heard the slow click of heels on the linoleum floor. A manicured hand appeared above him. Gingerly, he took the hand and pulled himself off the floor.
"McGinnis, I know I'm a new teacher, but you have to understand that I will not let you take advantage of my disposition."
Terry's eyes avoided the intense green gaze that scrutinized his face closely. His teacher had leaned both hands on his desk as she peered at him.
Before she turned away, she said softly, "I hope you realize that this will be affecting your grade heavily." She turned around and walked to the front of the room.
Terry groaned. "I didn't mean to take advanta-"
His half apology was cut short by the ringing of the bell, signaling the end of that class.
Terry's teacher sighed. "You're all dismissed. Please remember that your paper is due on Monday. I do hope that you haven't decided to start it tonight. Have a nice weekend." She stood behind the black and white topped counter and straightened her papers and books. Watching her class file out of the room, she waited for Terry to come closer before detaining him after class. "McGinnis, see me please?"
"Ms. Richards, I'm really sorry about falling asleep. I don't mean to --" Terry was cut off by a wave of her hand.
"Look Terry, I know that psychology might not seem all that interesting right now, but give it a chance. Please." She looked down at her record book. "According to this, you've fallen asleep in my class six times before this. I don't want to bring your grade down at all because I see so much promise in you. But your grades and classroom attitudes are just not up to par."
Terry looked down at the ground and nodded. "I know, I know..." he drifted off. When he looked back up, he saw a small silver disk in her hands.
"Take this disk home to your mother and have her read it, please."
Terry closed his eyes and sighed. Taking the disk, he grabbed his bag and headed towards the door. "For what it's worth, it's not your class," he said without turning around. Not waiting for an answer, he walked through the door and into the noisy hallway. He leaned against the wall outside the classroom. His eyes glazed over quickly as he became more and more lost in thought.
Denise Richards sat down on the stool with her grade book in front of her. She unconsciously tugged at the run in her stocking near her ankle. Her eyes scanned the page to the bottom where the name 'McGinnis, Terrance' was typed. She might have been a new teacher straight out of college, but she wasn't stupid. The kid had more to him that met the eye. She was not determined to discover who he really was, but she was determined to help him open up.
Friday 5:05 PM
McGinnis Residence
It was already fairly dark for five o'clock, judging from the lack of light pouring through his bedroom window. His figure was shrouded in black as he leaned against the side of his bed with his head in his hands. Shadows were long and distorted as it fell around him. His door was open.
He heard the front door outside open and click shut. Footsteps walked around the apartment. He could mentally see his mother walk around the small home, hanging up her jacket and putting her purse on the kitchen counter.
"Terry?" Her voice sounded distant. The voice came closer. "Terry? Are you in here?" She poked her head through the open door and peered in. "Ter? Are you all right?"
It took a while before he replied. "Yeah, I'm here."
Mary McGinnis walked into the room without turning the light on. "Why are you sitting here alone in the dark?"
Terry sighed. He reached into his bag and pulled out the glimmering disk. His mother closed her eyes as the yellow light from the hallway reflected off the metal surface. "Why do you keep doing this, Terry?"
"Just scan it -- You'd never understand."
"Understand?" Mary heard her voice rising. "You don't let me understand!"
Terry grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder angrily. "I'm going out," he muttered as he stormed past his mother.
Mary followed her son into the front hallway. "I am your mother, you know."
"Believe me, I know."
Her heart pounded as she heard the front door slam, ricocheting off the walls. Mary gripped the disk in her hands tightly before realizing that she was still holding it. She walked to the computer and slipped the disk in. An image came up on the screen.
Ms. Richards's face showed up in the image. "Hello, Mrs. McGinnis. This disk is in regards to your son, Terry. I'm afraid that his performance has dropped considerably. Don't get me wrong -- Terry is a bright kid. I just feel that he is being distracted by something. I don't know by what, and I do not expect you to know either. However, Mrs. McGinnis, I feel that you should try to reach out to him before it's too late. Also, on another thought, does he get enough sleep?"
Mary sighed. Sleep? It was a recurring problem with Terry.
Friday 6:24 PM
Gotham Park
The water shivered in the wind, rippling and distorting the reflection of the moon. Terry leaned against the cold gray railing and stared down at the water.
"She'll never understand," he muttered to himself. Small drops of rain had begun to fall, but he paid it no attention. He allowed the small droplets of rain slide down his nose and cheeks.
He suddenly felt the presence of another person behind him.
"She'll understand if you talk to her." It was a familiar female voice. Without turning around, Terry's mind formed a mental picture of her long dark hair, her green eyes.
"Why are you here, Ms. Richards?"
"Last I checked, it was a free country to walk my dog."
Terry felt some warm and fuzzy by the cuffs of his pants. He heard a fast panting below him. He turned towards the dog and bent down close to it. Terry gently ran his fingers over the head.
"McGinnis, do you want to talk to someone?"
"No."
"It won't help if you keep it inside."
Terry stood up, his 6 feet towering over her 5'4 frame. "Who said there was anything wrong?" Before she could answer, his cell phone rang from within his jacket.
"Hello?" He turned away from her. "I'll be right there." He hung up his phone and gazed out at the water.
His teacher placed her hand on his shoulder. "Terry?"
"I have to go now," he replied briskly. He tore away from her grip and walked away. Denise stood there staring at his retreating back, ignoring the raindrops that had just begun to mat her hair against her head.
A Batman Beyond FanFiction
Written by: Celestial Moon
E-Mail: ArmaniGirlAX@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I do not (sadly) own Terry McGinnis. This story is purely fictional. Some of the characters are my own, etc etc. This is just for the enjoyment of all of you. Please leave some feedback :D
Part 1
Friday 11:01 AM
Hamilton High School
Room 312
Terry McGinnis found himself sitting on a soft, fluffy cloud. He rested his large hands on the silky wisps -- they felt like a cool mist. As he sat on the cloud, he never once thought about the physics involved in keeping him on top of the cloud when it was nothing more than air. His fingers intertwined with the gleaming white cloud as he sighed contentedly. There was nothing in this world that could make him upset. He was in a tranquil bliss -- in a world where his father was sitting at his desk at home staring at a computer screen. His mother would be behind him, massaging his tired back, as his brother quietly played with the colorful blocks that lay scattered upon the carpet floor. The key word was quietly. Terry leaned back on the cloud. His eyes shot open as his back fell through the misty air.
When his sight cleared, he found himself lying on the floor with his chair under him. Eyes stared at him from all around. Above the whispered mutterings he heard the slow click of heels on the linoleum floor. A manicured hand appeared above him. Gingerly, he took the hand and pulled himself off the floor.
"McGinnis, I know I'm a new teacher, but you have to understand that I will not let you take advantage of my disposition."
Terry's eyes avoided the intense green gaze that scrutinized his face closely. His teacher had leaned both hands on his desk as she peered at him.
Before she turned away, she said softly, "I hope you realize that this will be affecting your grade heavily." She turned around and walked to the front of the room.
Terry groaned. "I didn't mean to take advanta-"
His half apology was cut short by the ringing of the bell, signaling the end of that class.
Terry's teacher sighed. "You're all dismissed. Please remember that your paper is due on Monday. I do hope that you haven't decided to start it tonight. Have a nice weekend." She stood behind the black and white topped counter and straightened her papers and books. Watching her class file out of the room, she waited for Terry to come closer before detaining him after class. "McGinnis, see me please?"
"Ms. Richards, I'm really sorry about falling asleep. I don't mean to --" Terry was cut off by a wave of her hand.
"Look Terry, I know that psychology might not seem all that interesting right now, but give it a chance. Please." She looked down at her record book. "According to this, you've fallen asleep in my class six times before this. I don't want to bring your grade down at all because I see so much promise in you. But your grades and classroom attitudes are just not up to par."
Terry looked down at the ground and nodded. "I know, I know..." he drifted off. When he looked back up, he saw a small silver disk in her hands.
"Take this disk home to your mother and have her read it, please."
Terry closed his eyes and sighed. Taking the disk, he grabbed his bag and headed towards the door. "For what it's worth, it's not your class," he said without turning around. Not waiting for an answer, he walked through the door and into the noisy hallway. He leaned against the wall outside the classroom. His eyes glazed over quickly as he became more and more lost in thought.
Denise Richards sat down on the stool with her grade book in front of her. She unconsciously tugged at the run in her stocking near her ankle. Her eyes scanned the page to the bottom where the name 'McGinnis, Terrance' was typed. She might have been a new teacher straight out of college, but she wasn't stupid. The kid had more to him that met the eye. She was not determined to discover who he really was, but she was determined to help him open up.
Friday 5:05 PM
McGinnis Residence
It was already fairly dark for five o'clock, judging from the lack of light pouring through his bedroom window. His figure was shrouded in black as he leaned against the side of his bed with his head in his hands. Shadows were long and distorted as it fell around him. His door was open.
He heard the front door outside open and click shut. Footsteps walked around the apartment. He could mentally see his mother walk around the small home, hanging up her jacket and putting her purse on the kitchen counter.
"Terry?" Her voice sounded distant. The voice came closer. "Terry? Are you in here?" She poked her head through the open door and peered in. "Ter? Are you all right?"
It took a while before he replied. "Yeah, I'm here."
Mary McGinnis walked into the room without turning the light on. "Why are you sitting here alone in the dark?"
Terry sighed. He reached into his bag and pulled out the glimmering disk. His mother closed her eyes as the yellow light from the hallway reflected off the metal surface. "Why do you keep doing this, Terry?"
"Just scan it -- You'd never understand."
"Understand?" Mary heard her voice rising. "You don't let me understand!"
Terry grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder angrily. "I'm going out," he muttered as he stormed past his mother.
Mary followed her son into the front hallway. "I am your mother, you know."
"Believe me, I know."
Her heart pounded as she heard the front door slam, ricocheting off the walls. Mary gripped the disk in her hands tightly before realizing that she was still holding it. She walked to the computer and slipped the disk in. An image came up on the screen.
Ms. Richards's face showed up in the image. "Hello, Mrs. McGinnis. This disk is in regards to your son, Terry. I'm afraid that his performance has dropped considerably. Don't get me wrong -- Terry is a bright kid. I just feel that he is being distracted by something. I don't know by what, and I do not expect you to know either. However, Mrs. McGinnis, I feel that you should try to reach out to him before it's too late. Also, on another thought, does he get enough sleep?"
Mary sighed. Sleep? It was a recurring problem with Terry.
Friday 6:24 PM
Gotham Park
The water shivered in the wind, rippling and distorting the reflection of the moon. Terry leaned against the cold gray railing and stared down at the water.
"She'll never understand," he muttered to himself. Small drops of rain had begun to fall, but he paid it no attention. He allowed the small droplets of rain slide down his nose and cheeks.
He suddenly felt the presence of another person behind him.
"She'll understand if you talk to her." It was a familiar female voice. Without turning around, Terry's mind formed a mental picture of her long dark hair, her green eyes.
"Why are you here, Ms. Richards?"
"Last I checked, it was a free country to walk my dog."
Terry felt some warm and fuzzy by the cuffs of his pants. He heard a fast panting below him. He turned towards the dog and bent down close to it. Terry gently ran his fingers over the head.
"McGinnis, do you want to talk to someone?"
"No."
"It won't help if you keep it inside."
Terry stood up, his 6 feet towering over her 5'4 frame. "Who said there was anything wrong?" Before she could answer, his cell phone rang from within his jacket.
"Hello?" He turned away from her. "I'll be right there." He hung up his phone and gazed out at the water.
His teacher placed her hand on his shoulder. "Terry?"
"I have to go now," he replied briskly. He tore away from her grip and walked away. Denise stood there staring at his retreating back, ignoring the raindrops that had just begun to mat her hair against her head.