AL: This is a short One-Shot fic I decided to write after realising the relationship I had with my dad. Sort of AUish, and the characters may seem a little OOC.
Disclaimer: I never owned Digimon in my life and never will. I wish I did, though...Matt sat on the couch with his knees drawn to him, coughing. He knew he had make-up work to be doing this day, but he was just too sick to concentrate.
"I'm gunna fail this grade and my dad is going to go to jail for it..." He mused. Ever since a few weeks ago, his dad had taken a home course. Matt had been out of school alot, dealing with his aunt's death and flu season. He was scared of getting his dad put in jail, but...He just now realised just how much he didn't know about his dad. Sure, he had been there, but they rarely spoke to eachother.
Matt walked into his dad's room, waiting to be noticed. After about a few minutes of writing, Malcolm looked up..
"What do you want, Matt?" He asked.
"I need the second dose of my cough medicine." Matt replied dully, before coughing a few times. Malcolm sighed, before tossing a pill bottle at him.
"Keep it in your room and get out of here; I'm trying to work." Matt imediately nodded his head, before retreating to his room. After taking the pills, he sat back down on the couch, listening to the clock. He finally grew bored, and decided to do some make-up work. He still had 72 questions, and the definition for each chapter had to be done, along with up to 5 workbook pages, and 3 maps to do. They all had almost a week to finish, but somehow, Matt always got behind in things.
Matt had done one set of definitions, when he grew oddly tired. He yawned, before lying down on the couch. He drifted into a deep sleep, not noticing how tired he really was.
Upon waking up, Matt found himself right where he had fallen asleep. His dad's yells of, "TK, get out of here!" rang through the house, causing Matt to sigh. TK ran into the living room, sitting beside him.
"Have ya eaten yet?" TK asked, poking Matt's ribs.
"No...I'm not hungy." Matt replied, before crossing his arms. TK nodded.
"Yeah...you know dad just about as much as I do, don't you?" TK asked.
"Who are you to question what I know about my father?" Matt asked, slightly curious.
"Hey, he's my dad too!" TK said.
"Step Father." Matt corrected. TK rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, previous fact; you don't know him, do you?" He asked. Matt thought, before answering.
"No. He's always mad, so I try to keep my distance between us." Matt said, "I get in trouble for doing things I never did; he always has been too busy for any of us." TK nodded.
"I know...he never has time for us...were you mad when dad decided to take you with him?"
"Sort of...I didn't know I would be shut out like this...But I had no say; It doesn't matter." Matt decided. TK laid a hand on Matt's arm.
"..You always have me, right?" He asked. Matt offered a small smile.
"...Right."