Hey hey hey everybody! As I mentioned in my "Everyone Cries" story, I said I would do a set of one-shots with Thomas and Skips. You see after making chapter 8, I felt like I wanted to do another story or set of drabbles concerning the father/son relationship between the two.

I hope I didn't make the characters too OOC in this. It's just that I've always seen Skips as a father figure when he helps others, besides Benson like everyone says. And since Thomas is the youngest, I didn't see why I shouldn't make this.

As for Thomas' real father, I'm not quite sure if he actually has a dad or not. That's why I made this chapter as it is and I'm not sure if Skips' parents are still alive or not either being that he's immortal and all.

Of course, most of these will have hurt/comfort moments (my specialty) of different subjects but there will be regular chapters too.

Also I want to thank bg52598 and DisneyStar4Ever for their help. :)

It'll be a while but there will be more chapters of this. I just hope you like it, especially you Thomas fans and Skips fans out there. I know this chapter is not perfect but I really did the best I could, so kinda go easy on me ok?

And I just want to wish a Happy Fathers Day to any dads reading out there. :)

NOTE: This is NOT a yaoi ok? It's simply father/son stuff.

Enjoy!

I don't own Regular Show or its characters. J.G. Quintel does.

Chapter 1: First Day And Memories

It was Thomas' first day at the park. Well his real first day ever since that incident with Exit 9B and all those past villains. It took a while to get everything in the park repaired and back to it's former glory, but it was all worth it for everyone to see it back to normal.

Thomas arrived early so he could join in the meeting with Mordecai, Rigby and the others. Benson turned to see him pull up.

"Morning Thomas! Right on time." he said, "Please have a seat. The meeting's about to start."

"Ok Benson." Thomas replied.

He walked to the steps and sat right next to Muscle Man and Hi-Five Ghost while Benson looked over his clipboard.

"Ok everyone. We have a lot to do today so let's get started. Mordecai and Rigby, you two will be raking the leaves and taking out the garbage. And don't slack off or you will be fired. Got it?!" he yelled.

"Fine." Mordecai and Rigby groaned.

"Good. Muscle Man and Hi-Five Ghost, you two will be cleaning up the park fountain and filling it with fresh water."

"You got it bro'." Muscle Man said as he gave HFG a hi-five.

"Pops, you'll be working at the snack bar today."

"Oh good show!" Pops said happily. The park manager turned his attention towards Thomas.

"Thomas, since you're new here I'm going to have you go with Skips and help him fix and wash the cart."

"Sure." Thomas said with Skips nodding in agreement.

"Alright. That's all for today. So get to work." Benson said before he left. As everyone else went to to do their jobs, Thomas followed Skips to his house. Thomas couldn't help but look over the house.

"Nice house. Looks very homey." Thomas said.

"Thank you." Skips said back, "I do my best to keep it clean. Now what do you say we get this cart fixed?"

"Sure thing." Thomas replied.

Skips went over to his garage and opened it revealing the cart inside. He pulled it outside while Thomas stood back. It didn't look damaged nor torn up, but Skips knew exactly what to do.

"Ok. The engine needs some work and the cart needs an oil change too. Thomas could you go into my garage and grab my toolbox?" he asked.

Thomas nodded and did what he was told. He found a red toolbox on the table and brought it to Skips who already started working on the engine.

"Thank you. Now if you grab that wrench there, you can help me tighten the bolts." Skips said as he set the tools down.

"Alright."

Thomas grabbed the wrench and started tightening the bolts. Skips was amazed on how he was doing and thought of saying something to get to know him better. He didn't want to seem rude to the boy and starting a good conversation is a good way to make new friends.

"So" he started, "I see that you're a college student."

"Uh-huh." Thomas said without looking up, "I'm a freshman at the local college. But tuition is so expensive and all, that's why I took this job. As tough as it is I don't want to pass up on a good education."

"Good for you. And nice job on the bolts." Skips smiled at him.

"Thanks. I watched my dad fix cars when I was little. It was a piece of cake."

"Your father must be proud. Maybe next time he can come to the park and we can talk about cars or something."

Thomas frowned and looked away, "I'm afraid that's impossible. You see...he died in a car accident years ago." he looked down as soon he said that.

Skips was taken back at the moment, "Oh. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"No no it's fine." Thomas shook his head, "It's just I don't really like to talk about it that much. It's kind of hard to discuss. "

Thomas stared at his feet and his eyes lowered in sadness. Skips could tell that he was feeling really down and wanted to cheer the boy up. He skipped right up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"What do you say we go grab some coffee after we finish this?" he asked with a comforting smile.

"I'd like that." Thomas smiled slightly.

After they were done fixing the cart Skips and Thomas drove down to a cafe, ordered some cappuchinos, and sat down on a bench.

"Now tell me whatever's on your mind."

Thomas took a deep breath, "Well, It all started when I was four years old. My dad was a local mechanic and was one of the best men for the job. He was always out on business trips, but he would try to spend as much time with me when he got a chance."

He chuckled a little when he thought of the few memories he had with his dad: Piggy back rides, Christmas mornings, bedtime stories, and of course watching his dad at work.

Thomas sipped his beverage and continued his story, "Every once in a while, he would take me to his shop and I would watch as he repaired damaged or normal cars. Dad even taught me which tool was which and I even got to help him a couple times. Of course I was in charge of handing him the tools and he would call me "Ace" because I knew exactly what I was doing despite my young age. I was five at the time."

Skips laughed a little as he sipped his beverage too. That's when he noticed that Thomas was looking sad again.

"What happened to him?" the yeti asked.

The goat boy swallowed as he was about to finish, "Then one day while coming home from work a drunk driver collided with my dads truck and both vehicles went up in flames. Neither one of the drivers made it." Thomas swallowed, "I kept asking Mom where Dad was and she couldn't answer me. She cried and I didn't understand what she was trying to tell me."

He could feel the tears pooling in his eyes as he finished off his drink. He looked away as a stray tear rolled down his cheek.

"Mom finally had the courage to tell me what happened. I couldn't tell you how devastated I was when I realized Dad was never coming home and I couldn't stop crying that day and during the funeral." he paused as a couple more tears came down, "I loved my Dad, Skips. Even if he wasn't around I still thought of him all the time. It hurts Skips...it really does. I miss him."

That's when Thomas discarded his cup and cried softly in his hands. Even though he didn't know him for very long Skips couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy. He threw away his drink, scooted over next to Thomas, and placed a gentle arm around his shoulders.

"It's alright Thomas. I know how you feel. Not a day goes by when I miss my parents too." he rubbed Thomas' shoulder trying to comfort him, "And you may or may not know this Thomas, but I'm actually over four hundred years old."

Thomas looked up with curious eyes, "R-Really?"

"Yeah." Skips nodded, "You see I'm immortal and I've worked at the park long before it even became a park. My parents have long since passed and I still think about them every single day."

Thomas wiped away the rest of the tears on his sleeve as Skips gently rubbed his shoulder. Then he turned his head to the yeti again.

"You miss them don't you? You're alone...just like me." Thomas looked down at his feet.

Skips shook his head, "I'm not really alone. I've made quite a few friends over the years, as well as enemies. And I have some members of my family who are alive and well." he took a deep breath before continuing, "But that doesn't mean I haven't done what you've gone through. Besides my parents, I lost someone very close and dear to my heart years ago and I never got over it for a while. You see what I'm saying Thomas? We're practically on the same page here."

The young intern just sat there and listened to every single thing that Skips had told him so far. He never knew that he and Skips had so much in common with each other and he was glad that someone had listened to him and understood his pain. As Skips lets go of his shoulders, Thomas cleared his throat before he spoke.

"You know Skips? I guess you're right about not being completely alone. I made some new friends ever since I started working here and I still have my mom. I still miss my dad but I know he's watching over me in heaven right now, making sure that I'm fine and happy. You think he misses me too?"

"Of course he does kiddo." Skips smiled at him, "I know that he's missing you an awful lot. And remember this Thomas: He'll never forget you because you're a great kid and a terrific friend."

"Thanks Skips." Thomas smiled back, "And thanks for listening to me. I never really talked to anyone about this until now. I really appreciate it."

"No problem. If you ever need to talk about anything I'm here for you." Skips stand up, "You ready to get back to work?"

"You bet." Thomas nodded.

Skips and Thomas went back to the park and didn't waste no time washing the cart. During that time they got to know each other a little more discussing hobbies, friends, school, funny stories, etc. And you know something? Thomas was not only happy for his new job and buddies, but was really glad to have a friend who really understands him.

And this is only the beginning of a new friendship.

To Be Continued...