Deterioration and Redemption

Few things: Hello, this is my first fanfiction in almost 6 years. For some reason I only Love Jimmy Neutron fics. I have been trying to find one to read but wasn't satisfied so I made my own. Sort of got the idea from a JN fic a billion years ago, I can't find it so I'm making one up with sort of the same concept but all of my ideas. This is the preface, This is only to give you some background, these events in this preface are only here to give you a feel of the characters past, the whole story won't be this dark I can almost promise you that. I plan to update once a week….don't know how well that will work out. ENJOY R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Jimmy Neutron

Preface: Freedom

Today is the day. The day where he will get his fresh start, or at least that's what his father, psychologist, and parole officer have been saying for the past month in preparation for today. He starts to ponder about the feeling of the day, noting that the weather isn't particularly cheerful for such a "happy" day. The air is actually quiet morbid, there was a slight drizzle surrounded by gloomy grey skies. There was even a chill that ironically yet oddly filled the late July air. As he stood in the square dark room he wasn't sure if he was ready to leave, or a good idea at that. He knew that his father planned to move them again, to a new place, but he wasn't sure where. Maybe he was better off being imprisoned for the rest of his life, he thought he deserved that where he is far away from society. 'I am not good' he thought heavily.

"I said takeoff your shoes!"

He looked at the large guard; he then realized had been trying to communicate with him to take off his black work sneakers for some time now but had snapped into a train of deep thought. He has been doing that a lot lately.

"Yea I know the routine Bill" He took off the sneakers and went through the security and final weapon check. He wondered if it was a bad thing that he knew the guards by first name. "Bill is it really necessary to weapon check me on my way out of Juvy? Doesn't that contradict the whole purpose of my isolation from society these past two months?"

"It's officer Rogers to you and don't be a smart ass James. We can't risk you trying to release your buddies by stealing our keys….like last time."

"Good times huh Bill?" He looked at the guard with a big wise ass smirk on his face.

"I'm not going to tell you again James you address me by officer Rogers or you will be here for another two months"

"It's going to be really boring around here without me Officer Rogers" He said sarcastically, but he truly didn't want to leave the detention facility, it was better to be watched then to be left alone with himself.

After he was done being thoroughly checked by his friend Bill, he was lead to the front gate where he could see a Uhal truck waiting outside for him with his father waiting in the driver's seat. It was no surprise to the young man that his father sent the Parole officer to check him out of the Juvenile Detention Facility. He and his dad don't really get along very well since the accident almost six years ago.

"Alright you are free to go young man" Bill released him from the handcuffs and handed him his wallet and a stack of cloths which is all he came in with. As James reached for the cloths Bill advised him "James, stay out of trouble. You are going to be eighteen soon, your Juvy days are over."

"I'm going to miss you too Bill" James joked and gave Officer Bill Rogers a big bear hug "Hope you get that promotion and I'll see you in the big house" he winked and started to walk towards the moving truck. But he knew that the guard was right, he has been to Juvy so many times that it was probable that the judge in this new city won't be so nice and send him to prison.

"It's Officer Rogers!" Bill called as he closed the big Iron gates behind James.

James stood in front of the gates waiting for Marcus his parole officer to be done talking to the Warden. They were in hushed whispers, probably letting Marcus know that he was waste and should just be locked up James thought. He wasn't fond of this warden, but then again who likes the person trying to hold you down. It was obvious he wasn't a fan of the law, but the law has never been on his side so he has given up trying to be good years ago. After about five more minutes Marcus walked towards James to escort him to the truck.

"He didn't want to get me himself huh? Why didn't he just let me stay the four extra months like the judge suggested instead of being followed by you all the time?" Marcus has been his Parole officer since he was fifteen, and he liked him but he didn't find his father's plan very logical. To get him out early to run away

"Your dad does care about you James. He is doing what he thinks is best for you. He misses you." He said strongly but James could feel his sincerity.

"No Marcus he misses the old me. You and I both know I will never be good enough for him" James finished his sentence right before he opened the passenger door to the truck.

"Don't forget Ill let you two settle into your house and Ill check up on James in one week." He directed that to His father. "That's next Monday, do you think you can stay out of trouble for 7 days?" That was at James.

"I love challenges" He slammed the door and sunk into the seat. "So dad, where we going today? Indiana, New Mexico, I hear Alabama has good weather this time of year."

His father answered with one word never looking his son's eyes. "Retroville"

James nearly choked on his breath. "What the Fuck dad!"

His dad now turned to look at him "Don't have that tone with me Jimmy. I think we need something familiar. Maybe it will be good for us, like a redo of the past six years."

Jimmy sat in silence; he knew this was a bad idea. So much pain was left in that town. He could see however that his dad was trying to reconcile their relationship. It comforts him that he still calls him Jimmy. He hates his nickname and no one calls him that anymore. He dropped it because it wasn't hardcore enough for the streets, but the fact that his dad won't let go his little boy allows James to control his reality. He thinks that he will humor his dad's plan, who knows maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. He pops in his head phones to his ipod that was waiting for him in the cup holder and turns up the volume to his favorite Avenged Sevenfold record.

Okay so I should have said this in the beginning but right now it's Rated T I plan to keep it that way but I will use language, violence and some intimate scenes if you tell me to change the rating I will. I hope you are all interested, it's not your typical happy story, I'm into the dark angst kind of stories. Please Read and Review. If you have ideas let me know this is fanfiction, stories of our favorites made up by us so I'm open to ideas. And I won't usually do long Author notes.

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