(a/n) My second fanfic! I got the idea for this one watching my 'lil bro play chess. Hope you enjoy! Reviews would be nice.
Leroy was hungover. Again. With each step he took, the pain in his head intensified, nearly knocking to his knees. He finally managed - by some miracle – to make it to the kitchen – and the blessed coffee pot. He put the beans in the filter and filled the pot with water; the perfect de-hangover-ifier. While he waited for the coffee to be ready, he thought he'd watch a little television.
Leroy had hardly had a day of sobriety since his wife had left with his little girl. Of course, he'd hardly had a day of sobriety before that, that was why she'd left, but it had just gotten worse after that. It wasn't his wife that he missed – at least not entirely – but Leroy thought if he had to go his whole life without seeing his daughter again, even just a glimpse, his life wasn't going to last that much longer.
Lost in his own thoughts, Leroy hadn't even noticed the story about a young boy in the tri-state area who had just won the Pennsylvania state spelling bee, but when he did notice, he also noticed something very familiar about that boy. Frowning, he began paying closer attention. Yes, definitely something familiar about him, though he couldn't quite place his finger on it.
"… parents are very proud of young Phineas." The news reporter was saying. The name Phineas brought back Leroy's nostalgia; that was always one of Linda's favorites. Speaking of Linda, there was her face. On TV. Staring him right in the face. "Yes, Lawrence and I are both very proud of our son. I had no doubt he would be able to win." She said, smiling.
Frowning harder, Leroy thought. Linda had obviously gotten remarried. This new boy, though, looked about ten. Too old to be this man's, unless she had been with him since before the divorce. No, Linda wouldn't. Then Leroy realized exactly what was so familiar about the boy; he looked just like Leroy.
That's my son. He realized with a start. That witch! How dare she! It was one thing to divorce him, leave him for the dogs, even take Candace away. But he had a son. A son! She never even bothered to tell him. He'd never even met the kid.
For a little while, he was so angry, so irrational, that he couldn't even think straight. Then the tiniest sliver of an idea, the craziest idea, began to enter his brain. Frightened of his own mind, he cast it away. But it stayed in the back of his mind, kept nagging him in way no idea ever had before, at least not since he was a kid.
Maybe, just maybe, the idea wasn't so crazy. After all, the kid had a right to know his real dad. In fact, the more Leroy thought about it, the better the idea seemed. Just a few of the details worked out, and he would have a plan, the perfect plan. He had a right to know his son after all. Yes, that was it.
He would take the boy.
(a/n) okay, so that's chapter one up. Hoped you liked it so far, I'm not sure how long it will be before I update. Probably not too long, but I'm going out of state Saturday. I'll update before Saturday then, I promise!