Title: Little Aimee Jones
Disclaimer: I own Aimee and Rebecca…everyone else belongs to other people…Dammit grrrrr! Umm…the storyline isn't really mine…I kind of stole it from McLeod's Daughters…my bad : P
Summary: Aimee is in a serious car accident…who is she and what does she have to do with Evan Jones? We'll find out in this chapter!
"Ok…are you ready to explain yet?" Susie asked. "Who the hell is she?"
"Well…" Jonesy began. "Aimee is…oh god where do I start…" He sighed.
"At the beginning would be a good place."
"Right well…the easiest way to explain this would be just to say that Aimee is my niece…but it's not that simple. Because technically she isn't my niece…she's my daughter as well."
"What do you mean?"
"Well Rebecca isn't Aimee's real mother. Aimee is my daughter, but Rebecca and my brother adopted her because when Aimee was born I was only 17."
"So she's your daughter. Why didn't you just tell me that?"
"Well because Aimee doesn't know. And we thought the best thing to do was just to not tell anyone about it." Jonesy cried. "I'm so sorry Susie. I would have told you…but I promised."
"It's ok. I understand." Susie held him close. "You don't have to worry. I wont tell anyone."
"Thanks Susie. I love you." He smiled at her.
"I love you too." She smiled back and he kissed her softly. They were sharing a cuddle (A/N: AWWWW!) when suddenly they heard Aimee yelling.
"GET OUT!" Aimee screamed. "I don't want to talk to you!"
"Hey." Rebecca walked up to Jonesy with tears in her eyes.
"Hey Becca. What's going on?"
"Evan can we talk?" Rebecca asked.
"Ah sure. Suse do you mind?"
"No. I'll go give the boss a call." Susie smiled and walked off.
"What's up?" Jonesy asked.
"Thanks for calling me."
"Hey, she's your daughter. What were you guys fighting about?"
"That's why I wanted to talk to you. The thing is, Aimee was going for her driving test, and she needed her birth certificate to apply for the test."
"Oh god…she knows doesn't she?"
"I'm so sorry Evan. She saw the birth certificate and I had to explain. She was so mad at me for not telling her. I was so worried when she took off like that."
"It's ok. She's safe now."
"But she still doesn't want to see me."
"I'll try and talk to her."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Well if she doesn't want to talk…then there's nothing I can do to make her. But I can try." He suggested.
"Thanks."
"What exactly does she know?"
"That her parents were teenagers and they couldn't afford to look after her so we adopted her."
"So she doesn't know that I'm…"
"No she doesn't. I thought it was better that way."
"Well…I'll go and talk to her. I'll see if I can convince her to forgive you."
"Thanks Evan."
He hugged Rebecca then he walked up to Aimee's door. He looked in and saw Aimee staring up at the roof.
"Hey." He smiled and walked in. "Mind if I come in?"
"You're already in." Aimee replied.
"Right…can we talk?"
"If it's about mum…sorry Rebecca, then I don't want to hear it."
"Did you at least let her try to explain what happened?"
"I don't want to know what happened."
"Ok…do you want to know who your real parents are?"
"Not particularly. They abandoned me, I don't want anything to do with them."
"Do you ant to know why they let you go?"
"No I don't!"
"They were teenagers Aimee. Your father was 17 and your mother was 15. There was no way they were going to be able to look after you. They loved you a lot…"
"If they loved me so much then why did they give me away?"
"Believe it or not, giving you away was the hardest thing they ever did. But they had no choice. Your mother's parents were Christians and they didn't believe in sex before marriage, they were really upset with your mother for not abiding by their rules. They didn't want anyone to know what their daughter had done so they kept it a secret. Then they sent you off to live with a really nice couple that were unable to conceive children…"
"Look Evan, I've already told u I don't want to hear any of it. So if you're going to keep talking about it, you should just leave." Aimee turned her back to him.
"I'm sorry but I'm going to finish telling you."
"How do you know so much about my parents anyway?"
"Because I was there when you were born…"
Aimee continued to ignore him.
"Your mother and I were really close back then…"
"So what? You knew that I was adopted all along and you didn't say anything?" Amy cried. "You're just as bad as them!"
"It gets worse…I know who your father is…and he's closer than you would think."
"I don't want to hear it. Just get out! Get out and leave me alone."
"Aimee please listen. I need to tell you this…"
"I don't want to hear it!" Aimee screamed. "Please can we just drop it." Aimee was close to tears.
"I'm sorry." Jonesy sighed and took her hand. "I wanted so badly to tell you but we… I had no say in it."
"It's ok. I don't blame you. I blame whoever it was that abandoned me. I guess you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." Aimee smiled at him. "So tell me more about this…Susie person. Are you guys together or what?"
"Well actually I'm not sure. It's been on and off. There has been so many things stopping us from being together I don't think we'll ever actually get past it all and be happy."
"Course you will…wanna know why? Because you're a Jones. And the Jones's always get their guy…or gal as the case may be for you." Aimee laughed.
Jonesy smiled and he and Aimee spent the rest of the afternoon talking, avoiding the subject of Aimee's adoption.
Hope you liked it...more to come soon!
Jess
