Chapter 16.

AN: I do not own the Fosters. I do own the characters of Danny and Harry.

Danny's POV:

My eyes widened when I heard Connor growl those two words, and Harry and I grabbed a hold of his shoulders to prevent him from leaping on her and clawing her eyes out. We both knew that there was only one person on the planet that Connor absolutely despised, and that was Danielle Stevens. Connor was glaring at her with a look that promised a painful death, involving flames and repeatedly smashing a heavy blunt object into her head.

But the thing that surprised me the most was Jude.

He looked, well, evil.

The look on his face was so filled with hatred, anger, fury, and rage, that I expected his eyes to turn gold like the Sith in Star Wars. He looked like the only thing that would make him happy would be to draw his knife and replace it in her eye socket.

I knew that if it came to blows, it would take more than Harry and I to hold the two back. I produced my phone, and snapped of a text to Connor's dad.

"Connor's Mom is at the diner. Hurry before it gets messy."

"Enjoying the day out before fucking the boy toy are we?" She sneered.

Now I see why they hate her. Connor clenched his fists.

"I'm surprised you're out in public. I thought vampires couldn't go outside when the sun was out?" Jude sneered venomously.

"Coming from a couple of blood sucking queers? That's rich."

"Can't even make a full comeback of your own? Got to recycle part of mine?" Jude snarled, looking thoroughly deranged, "If you wanted a good comeback, all you'd have to do is wipe it off your moms chin!"

"Watch your mouth, you filthy faggot." She screeched.

"If I ate a bowl of alphabet soup, I could shit a better comeback that that." Connor threw back at her in a deadpan voice, "What's it like to have a brain that feels as good as brand new? Since it's obvious you never use it."

I snorted. I forgot how sassy the two of them could get.

"Besides, only three of us are gay, you bigoted, medieval, pubic lice infested cunt." Harry said, entering the verbal melee, "Jude's bi."

"Oh great. He's even more of a pervert than I thought." She sneered, "People like you should have drowned at birth."

Oh shit, that was the wrong thing to say bitch.

Connor snapped.

He reached around and snatched Jude's knife from its holster on his right hip. He broke free from our grip and advanced. He slashed out with it, barely missing his target. The three of us tackled him, and pulled him back.

"If I EVER!" He screamed, "HEAR YOU TALK ABOUT MY FIANCE LIKE THAT AGAIN, I WILL FEED YOU YOUR SMALL FUCKING INTESTINE!"

Her face turned a interesting shade of purple when she heard the word 'fiancé'.

"You are MARRYING this demon spawn?" She screeched. I clutched my ears to shield them from the unholy sound.

"Yeah I am. In November." Connor said smugly, savoring the displeasure radiating off of the demented woman.

"Not if I have anything to say about it." She sneered.

"Well I guess it's good that YOU DON'T GET A FUCKING SAY THEN, ISN'T IT?" Connor screamed at her, "We'll both be eighteen by then. You won't be able to stop me."

"Shouldn't you be getting home? I bet Satan is worrying about where his lapdog is." Jude interjected, the pitch of his voice warped by hatred, "Tell me, have you met Hitler down there yet? I suspect you must get along with him great. But you have three ways with him and Eva every other day, huh?"

"Watch your back, you filthy abomination. It'd be a pity if you suffered an... accident before your filthy faggot wedding."

A soft click echoed through the diner, and a throat cleared. My eyes snapped up to meet Connor's dad, who was standing right behind Danielle, with a revolver drawn. His eyes were narrowed at her and filled with rage, and it was clear he'd heard the threat.

"Hello Danielle." He snarled. She tensed, and whipped around. Her gaze was met by the barrel of a revolver placed right between her eyes.

"I thought I told you never to go near my son again?" He whispered, his voice loaded with poison.

"Adam." She said stiffly, "I had no idea these cretin were here. If I had I would have steered well clear."

"You're calling US cretin?" Harry said, astonished, "Why you fucking arrogant little bitch! The pot calling the cattle black springs to mind."

"That's enough boys. Let me take care of this." Adam commanded softly, before returning his gaze to Danielle, "We'll settle this the old fashioned way. The way dad used to."

He pulled a dollar coin from his pocket. One side was scratched, one side was clean.

"We'll go by chance." He sneered.

Huh. Who knew Connor's dad had a taste for the theatrics? Maybe he and Connor are more alike than I always thought.

"A random toss, a 50/50 chance of living or a .357 magnum in the middle of your forehead."

He flipped the coin. It twirled through the air, before plopping into his hand. He clenched his fist.

"Heads, I don't pull the trigger. Tails... not so lucky."

He opened his hand, and held up the coin.

It was tails. He pointed the revolver at her head. I closed my eyes and waited for the boom.

*Click*

I opened one eye to see Adam smirking evilly at his cowering ex wife.

"Get out. Next time, I might actually remember to put a bullet in the cylinder. If I ever see you again... you know what'll happened."

Danielle fled the restaurant as if the hounds of hell itself were on her heals.

"Remind me never to piss the three of you off." Harry and I joked at Connor, Jude and Adam.

Jude and Adam smirked, but Connor made no notice of my comment. He was staring out the door, shaking. He let out a shaky breath, that turned to a shuddering sob. Jude wrapped him in a hug.

"It's okay, Connor," He whispered, "She's gone. We're okay. I know it hurts to hear her say those things. Let it out."

"If I ever see her again..." Connor said stonily after he stopped sobbing, "I'm gonna kill her."

"Don't talk like that." Jude said sharply.

"SHE THREATENED YOU!" Connor shouted.

"DON'T STOOP TO HER LEVEL, THEN!" Jude shouted back, "Dammit Connor, you have to be smarter than that. FILE A RESTRAINING ORDER! Or, do what Callie did with Liam. Get her arrested."

"I just hate her so much," Connor croaked, "She's my mother. She's supposed to love me. WHY DOES SHE HATE ME SO FUCKING MUCH?"

"Because she's a spiteful, overly controlling, bigoted, arrogant, downright unpleasant, cruel woman who wouldn't recognize something good if it danced the tarantella naked in front of her?" Harry answered flippantly. We all looked at him funny, before snorting back a laugh.

"What did you just say?" Connor asked, "I'll have to write that one down."

"Hey, it did its job." Harry said, "It got a laugh out of you."

Connor separated from Jude and walked over to his dad, allowing Adam to wrap him in a hug.

"Glad you showed up when you did," Connor said, "That was about to get messy."

"Yeah, no kidding." Adam answered, "You might wanna think about getting security for the wedding."

Connor pulled out of the hug, and smirked at his dad.

"Yeah... you've been reading my old comic books again haven't you?" Connor joked quietly.

"What makes you think that?" Adam asked.

"The coin flip thing. Two-Face from Batman does that."

"Well it worked didn't it?" Adam said bluntly. Connor nodded with a laugh.

"I always knew I got my dramatic flair from you and not her." Connor joked, verbalizing my thought from a few minutes ago and causing my to snort.

"C'mon, let's get out of here." Adam said, "Connor, be home before dark."

"Okay dad." He said in response.

We all left the diner and headed to Jude's place.

The whole way there, Connor had this peculiar look on his face.

He was planning something...

...And I dread to find out what it is.