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This chapter deals with underage drinking but it was written pre-chapter 5 if anyone is interested in chronologically. This is the scene where Jack realises that he wants to be a Marine. I was watching Season 4 Unfinished Business and watching Jack in that episode made me want to write about the moment he realised he wanted to be 'just like his dad'

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The First Hangover

Jack has his first hangover-Danny may or may not enjoy his suffering…

When Linda woke up it was nearing three AM, she walked down the stairs and the dark shadow by the living room window indicated that her husband was standing watch like a night hawk. To be honest Linda wanted nothing more to do than give him a pair of binoculars and have done with it.

"Jack not back yet?" she asked already knowing the answer. Danny shook his head and gritted his teeth. "Do you know what the statistics are for underage kids to overdose the first time they go to a party?" he asked. "No" Linda said before pausing "Do you?" there was a slight pause "No" Danny said pouting slightly "But I don't think it's good"

Linda rolled her eyes at that before staring at her husband, she felt like saying that Jack would probably spend the night at his friend Matt's place as agreed and that Danny shouldn't be bothered that he hadn't rang, she ignored the skin deep itching that she felt that told her, her fifteen year old son had gone out and gotten plastered.

But looking at the tightness in Danny's mouth she realised that Jack's non-existent phone call had rattled her husband more than he was letting on. She wondered briefly what would happen when Jack got home and whether or not he would be drunk.

Linda sincerely hoped he wasn't .

The next day Jack Reagan woke up feeling like death. His head was pounding like there was a little man in his head with a sledgehammer and when he stood up he felt his life pass before his eyes.

How the hell had he got this drunk? He'd had a beer, two shots of tequila and then he had been drinking vodka steadily for the rest of the night. There had been something waning heavily on his mind, and the eldest male Reagan had taken a moment to sit down in the backyard and drink his way out to find out.

The last thing that he remembered, was passing out with a beer bottle in his hand in the back garden of Matt's place dreaming of combat. Jack had a sickening, sense that he knew what that meant, that he knew what the nagging feeling, the prickling itch in the back of his neck meant.

He wanted to enlist.

If his dad didn't kill him when he staggered home drunk then he'd kill him when he realised what he wanted to do before ultimately becoming a cop.

Matt's older brother was nice enough to drive him home perhaps realising that the grandson of the Police Commissioner couldn't be seen stumbling through the streets of Staten Island half-drunk with his head throbbing at every turn and feeling like the slightest noise would force him to choke on his own rising vomit.

When he eventually staggered into the house at just gone ten, he collapsed on the sofa rather pleased with himself that he didn't throw up over the rug and had just fallen asleep when… Clang!

Jack woke up with a start looking bemusedly around the living room as he nearly fell of the sofa. "Morning sunshine!" came the bright cheery (and slightly manic) voice of his father. Looking up through bleary eyes Jack could see his father standing on the edge of his feet his shirt half undone and his tie low, looking slightly manic, at his feet was one of his mother's cooking pots where he had thrown it on the floor.

"How've ya bin Jack?" he asked before carrying on without giving him a chance to continue "Shall I tell you about how've I've been? Well let's see I've been waiting since three A.M to see when you were going to get home and from the looks of it you're drunk and I…" he tilted his head back and laughed "I am furious"

"Dad" Jack groaned "Do we really have to have this conversation now?" Danny laughed again "Yes, we do because your fifteen, you didn't call last night and I was left worried out of my mind!"

He had turned his voice up several octaves till he was shouting "What the hell were you thinking?" he snapped taking a deep breath "Do you have any idea what the hell you have put me through?"

"Do you have to yell?" Jack asked, looking upwards feeling dizzy and disorientated "Yes I have to yell" Danny yelled feeling deeply satisfied about the way Jack winced, "I have to yell because I was bloody worried. I am also slightly enjoying this a bit more than I should"

"I got drunk" Jack muttered "It happens and you ain't no saint either you know, I hear things"

"Watch it young man" Danny snapped feeling a slight twinge of vicious pleasure at the wince that Jack gave when his voice raised slightly. "Are you ok?" he added almost like an afterthought but there was a sliver of concern that rang with the anger.

"Yeah I'm fine" Jack said rubbing his temples trying to dispel the awful headache that was now forming "I just want to go to bed". There was a slight pause Danny spoke again "Go to bed" he said lowering his voice and watching as Jack's shoulders relaxed. "When your mother comes in you can deal with her then, but for now I'm just glad you're Ok"

Jack nodded staggering up, "You scared me" Danny said flatly "Next time you plan to spend the night at someone's house damn well ring us first and you damn well don't get drunk-you are still underage" Nodding Jack ascended the stairs "See you in a bit Dad" he said rolling his eyes desperate for the dry feeling in his throat and the pounding in his head to stop.

Something however, made him turn around as he got to the top of the stairs. There was something in the image of his strong, reliable capable father sitting down and rubbing his face in his hands, looking tired and utterly defenceless that made Jack ache.

Maybe it be better if he waited a few years before tell his old man he wanted to enlist.

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