Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie's Angels or it's characters. I only own
the character Jacob (Jay) Norris and his dad.
X
Forgetting
Dylan
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, I went into a state of shock.
Lily Zaas had been my mother. So that meant that the man who was sitting in the maroon chair, smoking a cigar, was my father.
I saw my hand grip Anthony's arm tightly and I felt my face grow pale.
Looking over at me, Anthony understood that Lily Zaas had been my mother and he saw that I was in a state of shock. Standing up and pulling me with him, he nodded to everyone and said, "I'm sorry, but
my wife isn't feeling well. We need to leave."
The men nodded, but the man who was my father looked at me closely. "Well I hope that she'll feel better soon," she said.
Anthony turned me towards the door and we started walking to it when Norris stopped us.
"If it's possible, try and come back tomorrow," Norris said. "To get your Ice."
Without turning around, Anthony nodded and led me out of the room.
We walked through the house and out the front door. Down the street, we stopped next to Alex's car where she and Natalie were sitting.
"Dylan, is what that guy said true?" Natalie asked when they got out of the car and stood next to me.
I said nothing. I wasn't able to form coherent words at that point. And even if I could speak, I didn't want to discuss the fact that my father had resurfaced after all these years.
"Dylan," Alex said to me softly. She put her hands on my cheeks and looked into my eyes. "I think you should take her home Anthony. She looks like she's in shock."
"Okay," Anthony said. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me over to his car, which was parked in front of Alex's.
"We'll call you tomorrow to see how she's doing," Natalie called out as Anthony helped me sit down in the passenger seat.
I remember nothing about the drive home. All I could remember is the seat belt pressing against the beaded bodice of my dress. The next thing I felt was Anthony's hand around my waist, helping me walk up
the stairs to our room.
Once inside, he sat me down on the bed and pulled off my high heeled shoes. Then he sat next to me and carefully took the contacts out of my eyes. After that, he took off the wig and let down my hair. After
setting the wig on the dresser, Anthony looked at me for a moment before disappearing into the bathroom.
A lock of my hair fell into my eyes, and a bead of sweat dropped from the hair and into my eye, stinging it. I gasped out loud, it had all come back to me.
My mother was dead but my father was alive. And he was a drug dealer.
"Dylan?" Anthony said, hurrying into the room. He had taken the contact and wig off and his hair was loose around his head.
I looked up at him, then I stood up from the bed. I threw myself at him, beads clacking furiously, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I then place my forehead on his neck and I started sobbing. I cried for
myself, having to find out about my father the way I did. But I mostly cried for my mother, who had been abandoned by the man she had loved.
Anthony held me tightly, pressing his lips to my forehead softly. Once in a while, he murmured a few comforting words.
After a while, I managed to stop crying and I looked up at Anthony. "It hurts so much," I said to him, and a few tears fell down my cheeks.
Cupping my face with his hands, Anthony kissed each tear off my cheeks. Then he kissed me softly on the lips.
When he pulled away from me, I looked up at him and said, "I need you to do something for me Anthony."
"What?" he asked me simply.
"I need to forget. Help me forget what happened earlier," I explained. Then I dropped my voice to a whisper. "Just help me forget for tonight."
He looked down at me for a few seconds before lifting me up into his arms and carrying me over to the bed. Anthony lay me down on the bed and then sat down on the edge next to me like he usually did. But
instead of kissing me, he ran his fingers through my hair, fanning it out on the pillow.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"The zipper," he answered.
"Oh, sorry," I said, sitting up.
Anthony smiled and wrapped his arms around my back, kissing me deeply.
I held onto his shoulders, returning the kiss with all the passion I could manage. As Anthony began to unzip the zipper, I could feel myself relax and forget everything except for Anthony as he started to
undress me.
He stopped the kiss to pull the dress off my shoulders and then over my head, throwing the dress over on the ground. Once that was done, he quickly took off the rest of my clothing until I was naked.
I slid under the covers quickly and then I reached out to start to take off Anthony's clothes.
When that was done, he joined me under the sheets and then kissed me deeply.
"Thank you for helping me Anthony. I love you so much," I whispered to him just before we started to make love.
I opened my eyes the next morning and found myself draped on top of Anthony's body. I looked up at him and saw that he was awake, watching me. "Morning," I said, smiling.
"Morning, he whispered back. "How do you feel?"
"Tired from you keeping me up until three last night," I said slyly. "But other than that I'm feeling much better." I then realized that the room was cold and I shivered slightly.
"Cold?" Anthony asked me. Before I could answer, he reached down and covered us both with the comforter as the the sheets were in a tangle at the bottom of the bed.
I had moved from being on top of him to laying next to Anthony, my head on his chest. "What time is it?" I asked.
"Eleven," Anthony answered.
"Did Alex or Natalie call?" I asked, raising my head slightly.
He nodded, then said, "They told Charlie what happened yesterday. He gave both of us the day off."
I sighed and lay my head back on Anthony's shoulder.
After laying there in silence for a while, Anthony said to me, "You have a family now."
"Yeah, my father; the drug dealer," I snorted.
"And N-norris, your half brother," Anthony pointed out.
"Oh my god," I said, sitting up, not noticing that the comforter had fallen off my body. "I have a family!"
X
Forgetting
Dylan
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, I went into a state of shock.
Lily Zaas had been my mother. So that meant that the man who was sitting in the maroon chair, smoking a cigar, was my father.
I saw my hand grip Anthony's arm tightly and I felt my face grow pale.
Looking over at me, Anthony understood that Lily Zaas had been my mother and he saw that I was in a state of shock. Standing up and pulling me with him, he nodded to everyone and said, "I'm sorry, but
my wife isn't feeling well. We need to leave."
The men nodded, but the man who was my father looked at me closely. "Well I hope that she'll feel better soon," she said.
Anthony turned me towards the door and we started walking to it when Norris stopped us.
"If it's possible, try and come back tomorrow," Norris said. "To get your Ice."
Without turning around, Anthony nodded and led me out of the room.
We walked through the house and out the front door. Down the street, we stopped next to Alex's car where she and Natalie were sitting.
"Dylan, is what that guy said true?" Natalie asked when they got out of the car and stood next to me.
I said nothing. I wasn't able to form coherent words at that point. And even if I could speak, I didn't want to discuss the fact that my father had resurfaced after all these years.
"Dylan," Alex said to me softly. She put her hands on my cheeks and looked into my eyes. "I think you should take her home Anthony. She looks like she's in shock."
"Okay," Anthony said. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me over to his car, which was parked in front of Alex's.
"We'll call you tomorrow to see how she's doing," Natalie called out as Anthony helped me sit down in the passenger seat.
I remember nothing about the drive home. All I could remember is the seat belt pressing against the beaded bodice of my dress. The next thing I felt was Anthony's hand around my waist, helping me walk up
the stairs to our room.
Once inside, he sat me down on the bed and pulled off my high heeled shoes. Then he sat next to me and carefully took the contacts out of my eyes. After that, he took off the wig and let down my hair. After
setting the wig on the dresser, Anthony looked at me for a moment before disappearing into the bathroom.
A lock of my hair fell into my eyes, and a bead of sweat dropped from the hair and into my eye, stinging it. I gasped out loud, it had all come back to me.
My mother was dead but my father was alive. And he was a drug dealer.
"Dylan?" Anthony said, hurrying into the room. He had taken the contact and wig off and his hair was loose around his head.
I looked up at him, then I stood up from the bed. I threw myself at him, beads clacking furiously, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I then place my forehead on his neck and I started sobbing. I cried for
myself, having to find out about my father the way I did. But I mostly cried for my mother, who had been abandoned by the man she had loved.
Anthony held me tightly, pressing his lips to my forehead softly. Once in a while, he murmured a few comforting words.
After a while, I managed to stop crying and I looked up at Anthony. "It hurts so much," I said to him, and a few tears fell down my cheeks.
Cupping my face with his hands, Anthony kissed each tear off my cheeks. Then he kissed me softly on the lips.
When he pulled away from me, I looked up at him and said, "I need you to do something for me Anthony."
"What?" he asked me simply.
"I need to forget. Help me forget what happened earlier," I explained. Then I dropped my voice to a whisper. "Just help me forget for tonight."
He looked down at me for a few seconds before lifting me up into his arms and carrying me over to the bed. Anthony lay me down on the bed and then sat down on the edge next to me like he usually did. But
instead of kissing me, he ran his fingers through my hair, fanning it out on the pillow.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"The zipper," he answered.
"Oh, sorry," I said, sitting up.
Anthony smiled and wrapped his arms around my back, kissing me deeply.
I held onto his shoulders, returning the kiss with all the passion I could manage. As Anthony began to unzip the zipper, I could feel myself relax and forget everything except for Anthony as he started to
undress me.
He stopped the kiss to pull the dress off my shoulders and then over my head, throwing the dress over on the ground. Once that was done, he quickly took off the rest of my clothing until I was naked.
I slid under the covers quickly and then I reached out to start to take off Anthony's clothes.
When that was done, he joined me under the sheets and then kissed me deeply.
"Thank you for helping me Anthony. I love you so much," I whispered to him just before we started to make love.
I opened my eyes the next morning and found myself draped on top of Anthony's body. I looked up at him and saw that he was awake, watching me. "Morning," I said, smiling.
"Morning, he whispered back. "How do you feel?"
"Tired from you keeping me up until three last night," I said slyly. "But other than that I'm feeling much better." I then realized that the room was cold and I shivered slightly.
"Cold?" Anthony asked me. Before I could answer, he reached down and covered us both with the comforter as the the sheets were in a tangle at the bottom of the bed.
I had moved from being on top of him to laying next to Anthony, my head on his chest. "What time is it?" I asked.
"Eleven," Anthony answered.
"Did Alex or Natalie call?" I asked, raising my head slightly.
He nodded, then said, "They told Charlie what happened yesterday. He gave both of us the day off."
I sighed and lay my head back on Anthony's shoulder.
After laying there in silence for a while, Anthony said to me, "You have a family now."
"Yeah, my father; the drug dealer," I snorted.
"And N-norris, your half brother," Anthony pointed out.
"Oh my god," I said, sitting up, not noticing that the comforter had fallen off my body. "I have a family!"