My Life Closed Twice
Chapter 7: The Cavemen and Me
Disclaimer: General Hospital and all its characters belong to ABC, Disney, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my faithful beta reader. Please read and review!
"Kristina!" Jax was startled to say the least. I let myself cling to him for a moment longer. Then I forced myself to take a step back. I was the gatekeeper now. Jax was an ally, but I needed to stay in control.
"You don't seem to dislike him." Michael brought me back to reality.
"Jax is family," I reasoned. Jax, in addition to being my godfather, was one of parent's oldest friends. Whenever I needed a Dad story and couldn't get a hold of Aunt Emily I called Jax. If there were anyone to help me pick out fact from lunatic ravings it would be him.
I pulled Jax out of the doorway toward the table Michael and I had occupied. Jax was still puzzled by my sudden appearance, "What are you up to, kid? Finally run away to get some adventure in your life?"
One thing you need to understand about Jax is that he hates Uncle Stephan. The feeling is totally mutual. The only time I have ever heard Uncle Stephan raise his voice was when Jax showed up at our new home two weeks after Dad's funeral (Jax had been on his yearly outback trip and we couldn't get in touch with him in time for the funeral). Jax thinks that Uncle Stephan shouldn't be watching over Mom and me. He thinks we both would be better off with anyone else. He thinks Uncle Stephan is stifling me into the mold of a perfect lady. It has become a game between us that someday I am going to run away just to have some fun. I know he expected me to say something like Uncle Stephan had finally let me come visit the Q's for the summer. Michael was also very interested in what I was going to say.
I must say that I was going to enjoy this. "I knocked out a burglar, who turned out to be just crazy, and decided to let him kidnap Mom and me."
Yeah, that was worth it. The look on both their faces were priceless. Michael couldn't tell anymore if I wasn't the crazy one and Jax was trying to make sense of what I had just said.
"You're kidding right," Michael said. He almost made it a statement.
"You have met Mr. Spencer haven't you?" I answered.
Michael thought for a minute and then just sighed, "He's not crazy."
"What does Luke Spencer want with you?" Jax asked.
"Nothing, he just wanted Mom's help. Uncle Stephan wasn't home so I tagged along." I said in attempt to make the whole thing sound slightly less insane then it was.
"Just leave Mr. Spencer to me." He got up. "Come on Kristina, let's go and see Alexis."
Great, Jax was going all 'White Knight' over this. I understand him wanting to help Mom. I think he blamed himself for not being there immediately when Dad died, like if he had Mom wouldn't have gone quiet on us. Still, it did annoy me that he didn't think I could take care of Mom.
"Hey boy-scout, if her mom wants to visit Port Charles what business is it of yours?" Michael objected.
When had Michael become my family's protector? Maybe he was just protecting his family, although with an uncle like Mr. Spencer I wouldn't be so quick to assume the other guy was wrong.
"Yes, your family does tend to abandon women in their time of need," Jax practically snarled back.
What the heck? Why was Jax acting like a Neanderthal? I didn't know, I didn't care, and I so did not have time for it.
I pulled myself up to full height and did the best imitation of my mother that I could, "When you boys are done could one of you let Ms. Spencer know I will be waiting at the car." Then I made a dramatic exit; so much for help from that quarter.
I had made it back to Ms. Spencer's car before Jax caught up with me. I wanted to ignore him, but I couldn't afford childish displays right now. I didn't even wait for him to start talking. "All right, this is how things are going to work. I am going to go back to the brownstone with Ms. Spencer. I assume that you know where that is? You can follow us back and say hello. Mother and I will probably stay there again tonight since the twins are there. I will walk you back out to the car when you leave and we can compare notes then," I ordered Jax. Just in time too. Ms. Spencer and Michael came around the corner. Michael was moving at a pretty fast pace too considering he was weighted down with a box full of paper.
Ms. Spencer and Jax traded pleasantries while Michael loaded the box into the trunk of the car. Just as I expected Ms. Spencer invited Jax to come by and see Mom. Michael opened the car door for me before climbing in the back. When I turned around in the seat I got a glimpse of the gloating look Michael shot Jax before he caught me looking.
The smile was back. "Someone needs to help Grandma lug Uncle Luke's book- keeping into the house," he explained.
Ok, there were just so many things wrong with that sentence that I didn't even know where to begin. I decided to settle for the most offensive. "I guess you are strong enough to hold the door open for me?"
After all, I couldn't blame him for the crazy guy's obvious lack of record keeping ability.
Chapter 7: The Cavemen and Me
Disclaimer: General Hospital and all its characters belong to ABC, Disney, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my faithful beta reader. Please read and review!
"Kristina!" Jax was startled to say the least. I let myself cling to him for a moment longer. Then I forced myself to take a step back. I was the gatekeeper now. Jax was an ally, but I needed to stay in control.
"You don't seem to dislike him." Michael brought me back to reality.
"Jax is family," I reasoned. Jax, in addition to being my godfather, was one of parent's oldest friends. Whenever I needed a Dad story and couldn't get a hold of Aunt Emily I called Jax. If there were anyone to help me pick out fact from lunatic ravings it would be him.
I pulled Jax out of the doorway toward the table Michael and I had occupied. Jax was still puzzled by my sudden appearance, "What are you up to, kid? Finally run away to get some adventure in your life?"
One thing you need to understand about Jax is that he hates Uncle Stephan. The feeling is totally mutual. The only time I have ever heard Uncle Stephan raise his voice was when Jax showed up at our new home two weeks after Dad's funeral (Jax had been on his yearly outback trip and we couldn't get in touch with him in time for the funeral). Jax thinks that Uncle Stephan shouldn't be watching over Mom and me. He thinks we both would be better off with anyone else. He thinks Uncle Stephan is stifling me into the mold of a perfect lady. It has become a game between us that someday I am going to run away just to have some fun. I know he expected me to say something like Uncle Stephan had finally let me come visit the Q's for the summer. Michael was also very interested in what I was going to say.
I must say that I was going to enjoy this. "I knocked out a burglar, who turned out to be just crazy, and decided to let him kidnap Mom and me."
Yeah, that was worth it. The look on both their faces were priceless. Michael couldn't tell anymore if I wasn't the crazy one and Jax was trying to make sense of what I had just said.
"You're kidding right," Michael said. He almost made it a statement.
"You have met Mr. Spencer haven't you?" I answered.
Michael thought for a minute and then just sighed, "He's not crazy."
"What does Luke Spencer want with you?" Jax asked.
"Nothing, he just wanted Mom's help. Uncle Stephan wasn't home so I tagged along." I said in attempt to make the whole thing sound slightly less insane then it was.
"Just leave Mr. Spencer to me." He got up. "Come on Kristina, let's go and see Alexis."
Great, Jax was going all 'White Knight' over this. I understand him wanting to help Mom. I think he blamed himself for not being there immediately when Dad died, like if he had Mom wouldn't have gone quiet on us. Still, it did annoy me that he didn't think I could take care of Mom.
"Hey boy-scout, if her mom wants to visit Port Charles what business is it of yours?" Michael objected.
When had Michael become my family's protector? Maybe he was just protecting his family, although with an uncle like Mr. Spencer I wouldn't be so quick to assume the other guy was wrong.
"Yes, your family does tend to abandon women in their time of need," Jax practically snarled back.
What the heck? Why was Jax acting like a Neanderthal? I didn't know, I didn't care, and I so did not have time for it.
I pulled myself up to full height and did the best imitation of my mother that I could, "When you boys are done could one of you let Ms. Spencer know I will be waiting at the car." Then I made a dramatic exit; so much for help from that quarter.
I had made it back to Ms. Spencer's car before Jax caught up with me. I wanted to ignore him, but I couldn't afford childish displays right now. I didn't even wait for him to start talking. "All right, this is how things are going to work. I am going to go back to the brownstone with Ms. Spencer. I assume that you know where that is? You can follow us back and say hello. Mother and I will probably stay there again tonight since the twins are there. I will walk you back out to the car when you leave and we can compare notes then," I ordered Jax. Just in time too. Ms. Spencer and Michael came around the corner. Michael was moving at a pretty fast pace too considering he was weighted down with a box full of paper.
Ms. Spencer and Jax traded pleasantries while Michael loaded the box into the trunk of the car. Just as I expected Ms. Spencer invited Jax to come by and see Mom. Michael opened the car door for me before climbing in the back. When I turned around in the seat I got a glimpse of the gloating look Michael shot Jax before he caught me looking.
The smile was back. "Someone needs to help Grandma lug Uncle Luke's book- keeping into the house," he explained.
Ok, there were just so many things wrong with that sentence that I didn't even know where to begin. I decided to settle for the most offensive. "I guess you are strong enough to hold the door open for me?"
After all, I couldn't blame him for the crazy guy's obvious lack of record keeping ability.