I DO NOT OWN EMMERDALE OR IT 'S CHARACTERS...THEY BELONG TO ITV1
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SEVEN
MID-MARCH 2014
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"What are we doing here again?"
Jackson was shivering as he said it, a he and Aaron walked along the harbour front at Whitby bay, the seagulls relentantly screeching high above them.
"Because YOU are supposed to be having a rest, that's because"
Aaron was so cold, he was trying to hide deeper and deeper into his thick grey hoodie.
Jackson managed a smile, " Oh right...and there's me thinking you were taking me for a dirty weekend away for our anniversary"
Aaron stopped and leaned on the wall looking out to sea. The lad was in deep thought.
Jackson came to lean next to him, " So what's bothering yah? You've been in a weird mood since the morning I came outta hospital..."
"It's nowt"
"Yeah it is...tell me..."
Aaron glanced at him, Jackson could see the younger lads blue eyes were full of someone troubled.
"It's Mum...and this new fella"
Jackson's reaction was to grin, " What? YOU KNOW WHO IT IS AT LAST!"
Aaron just nodded, " Oh yeah..."
Jackson rolled his eyes, Aaron always did this, cut short the story, or let him come to his own conclusions, " ...well...COME ON THEM...spill the beans, who is it then?"
Aaron swallowed, " Frank..."
Jackson widened his eyes, Aaron was doing it again, letting him hold on to a thread.
" Frank...?"
Aaron looked at Jackson as if he was stupid, " Yeah...FRANK!"
Jackson was still shaking his head puzzled...until then the penny dropped, " What...Frank Harrington Frank?"
Aaron raised his eyebrowes as he put his back to the sea and wind and looked at him.
Jackson met his gaze, " Have you not said owt to her?"
Aaron gave him an 'as if' look.
Jackson was shivering, his leather Jacket was zipped up to his neck, he tapped Aaron's arm,
"Come on, I' freezing me balls off here, lets go grab ourselves a pint, yeah?"
Aaron didn't need telling twice, and followed Jackson alone the rows of fishing boats along the harbour to the nearest Pub.
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Jackson got couple of drinks in, and came to sit next to Aaron in front of the fire.
"The ale's good here...do you remember? We came in here a couple of years ago for me birthday...you bought me that Al Pachino flick"
Aaron looked at him blankly. It was immediately obvious that the memory was lost, just like many other memories as a result of the accident.
"It's doing me flaming head in this!"
Jackson took a sup of his pint, and looked up, " You are gonna have to tell her...tell her the truth that HE came on to you"
Tell her that...as if!...There was just KNOW WAY he was telling HER that!
Aaron glared at him, "Th-that were months ago..."
Jackson shook his head, " Yeah? So? The blokes a complete scumbag...your Mum needs telling before she gets hurt"
This was like a realisation just dawning on him, " Hurt her? If he touches her then...", Aaron needn't go on...because his fists were clenched.
Jackson sat back, " I don't mean that...YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN...You know where I saw Frank...I told you"
Aaron flared up now, " Flaming scumbag could give her anything!"
Jackson leaned forward, " Look...just tell her...I'll come with you, back you up"
"Yeah...and what would that look like? I'll tell you what, shall I? It'll look that I hate him like I hated Carl what's his face, that's what...and she'll think I am just stirring up between them!"
Jackson licked his lips, he didn't think about that. Chas was sure to think Aaron was wanting to cause trouble...and he could imagine Frank finding that highly entertaining...causing friction between Mum and son.
Jackson wanted to sound reasuring as he could, " Look...WE'LL sort it out...when we get back"
"ALL THIS IS DOING ME HEAD IN!...THAT'S WHY I HAD TO GET AWAY!"
Jackson smirked at him, " I thought it was because I needed a rest..."
Aaron shot him a glare, " yeah THAT in all!"
Aaron polished off his pint and was up and out of the door, Jackson was shaking his head, and in a much more realxed manner, finished off his own pint and followed Aaron outside.
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Jackson looked around him, and braced himself against the stiff gale. He spotted Aaron leaning against the wall near the water.
Jackson came to his side and smiled at him, " Come on...lets go up to the castle...get some of this fresh air into us lungs...let me bite into your neck " he teased.
Aaron looked at him, " What am I gonna do Jackson? How are we gonna make her see..."
Jackson placed an arm around him and they walked on further up the harbour toe, " I said we'll sort it, didn't I...I promise yah...it's gonna be fine mate...now come on...anyway, it's not that they are getting married or anything is it? I shouldn't wonder all this might blow over in a few weeks and we'll be wondering what all the bother was over..."
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Hazel's house was all quite as Frank Harrington let himself inside.
Aaron and Jackson were in Whitby for the weekend. Little Brat was with his mother, the house was quiet and still.
He stuck his hands into his pockets and looked around the lounge, he then lept up the stairs in a sprint, before entering the bedroom, their bedroom...Aaron's bedroom.
Aaron.
Aaron...the cute little boy with 'hot headed' temper.
Blue eyes that you could fall into...a honey badger...all cute and cuddley looking...but who could snap at a hairs breathe if you looked at him the wrong way.
He sat on the bed and wondered what side Aaron laid.
What pillow to smell.
His phone was ringing. Frank jumped up and forced it out from his pocket, " Yeah...CHAS! Yeah I was just on me way...I'm just on me way back from a meeting in town"
He gazed about the room, " Yeah, I can't wait to see you too..." Something caught his eye,".Can't wait...see you inna bit..."
He stooped down and picked up the pair of boxers...they were Aaron's, he just KNEW they were...and he put them to his face and sniffed in delight.
Before forcing them into his pocket.
He had to go.
Go to Chas...she was waiting.
And quickly and quietly...Frank was out the door...and gone.
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