Disclaimer: Not mine…but not only is Christmas in about a week, my birthday is in about two weeks, so How 'Bout It Dick????
A/N: So…I am blaming this lack of updating on finals!! Finally they are over, so I can focus on more important things…like this story!!!
The Talk
"Hey Becca…"
"Hey Jake, what's up?"
He hesitated, "Not much. What's up with you?"
"Nothing really, just wanted to talk to you."
Jake closed hi eyes, Why did she have to say that? Now this is going to be a lot harder, he thought.
"Becca, we need to talk about something."
"Is something wrong? What's going on?" she asked slightly frighten.
"No, well yes, I don't know."
"Jake, you can tell me."
"I know, but this is just so hard."
"Are you breaking up with me?" she asked on the verge of tears.
"No," he was quick to reply. "I'm not, but I don't know how you will feel after we are done with this conversation."
"Jake, just tell me, you're scaring me."
Jake took a deep breath, might as well just get it over with, he thought. "Well, you see…we…my family and I are um, moving back to New York."
There was silence on the other end of the phone, "Becca?"
"Yeah, I heard you. I'm here. Why are you guys moving? I thought you liked it here."
"I do! I love it here, but my mom and Brad want to move, and I don't really have a say."
He heard a small sniff come from Becca, "I…I don't know what to say Jake."
"I know and I am so, so sorry. You don't know how sorry I am. They just sprung it on me earlier today and they have already started packing and I don't know what I can do."
There was a slight pause, "Can I come over?"
"Now?"
"Yeah, now. I think we need to talk more, but in person."
"Okay. Sure, I'll be waiting for you on the porch."
"Okay, see ya soon."
Both teens hung up the phone and sighed. Becca grabbed her keys and left the house to visit Jake. Jake closed his eyes and ventured downstairs, he was about to open the door when Elliot caught him.
"Hey son, how did it go?"
"Well, she didn't take it too well, and we really only had half a conversation. She is on her way over here right now."
Elliot nodded and put a hand on Jake's shoulder, "It'll be okay. Everything will work out in the end, I promise."
"Thanks dad," Jake opened the door and sat down on the front steps to wait for his girlfriend.
Ten minutes later Jake saw Becca's black Silverado pull up. He stood up and walked down to her car. She got out of the car and immediately took him into a hug. They stood there holding each other for a few minutes and then made their way to the house. Jake led Becca upstairs and into his room.
They sat down on the foot of the bed and just looked at each other for a moment. Jake didn't know what to say to try and make her feel better and Becca was just at a loss for words at the moment.
"I'm sorry," Jake finally managed to mutter.
She shook her head, "Don't be sorry, you don't have anything to be sorry about. I know that this wasn't your idea."
"I…I guess I need to tell you some things."
"Okay," she said as she furrowed her brow.
"We moved here from New York when I was eleven. The reason we moved was because when I was six, my father was killed. He was a detective with the NYPD in the Special Victims Unit in Manhattan. He and my mom worked there together with a few friends of theirs. He was raiding a warehouse with my Uncle Munch and he was shot. He never even made it to the hospital."
He paused for a moment. Even though he still had his father, every time he told this story he was sent to the edge of crying. Becca wrapped her arm around him and just waited silently for him to finish.
He took a deep breath and began again, "My little brother wasn't even six months old yet at the time. My Grandpa Don came to our apartment and sat on the couch with my mom for like three hours. When they finally told me what happened, I couldn't stop crying until after we went to his funeral. My mom and dad had been on the force together for almost fifteen years when that happened. She decided to try and keep working in the same department with all of her friends. Five years later, the strain and the constant reminder of my father were too much and she needed to leave." He sniffled a little but continued, "We came here and she got a job with the police department here, but I could tell that she wasn't up to it one hundred percent."
"Hasn't she been with Brad five years now? Did she meet him right when you guys got here?" she asked during a pause in the story.
Jake grinned, "Kinda. I'll get to that."
"Okay."
"Well, once the school year started and we were in a pretty good routine my mom started to show little signs of life again. She was getting better, but was never herself. I think it was like two or three weeks into the school year when it was parent's day in Luke's class, and she took the day off to go with him and meet the other parents and the teacher and stuff like that. When they came home that day, she said that Luke's teacher was coming for dinner. I thought, 'well, this is great. That is all I want is a teacher here.' But when he got here is was Brad."
"Okay. But what does that have anything to do with why you are moving?"
Jake nodded, "Well, I told you that to tell you this. See until I met you and we started dating, all I wanted to do was move back to New York. I thought it was never going to happen, because of Brad. It came as a surprise that he got a letter in the mail and a newspaper clipping saying he could go to New York."
Becca looked at him quite confused.
"So, you know I just told you my father was killed?" he continued. When Becca nodded, he kept going, "Well, you see, Brad is my father."
"What? That didn't make any sense at all."
"I know, hang on."
"Okay, I trust you."
"I know and that is what makes this so hard. I have lied to you since day one and I can't really live with myself knowing that, but I had no choice."
"What did you lie about?"
"Brad," he simply stated. "You see, when my dad was shot, he actually lived and was put in the Witness Protection Program. The perp that shot him was finally captured by my Uncle Munch and my Uncle Fin. He got that letter in the mail saying that and that he could go back to being who he used to be. Brad is actually my father. It was really weird when we moved here and my brother ended up with him as a teacher; we had no clue he was still alive. So, of course, my mom and dad started 'dating' again. I had to call him Brad in public and round other people, but when we are here alone, I call him dad. His real name is Elliot Jacob Stabler. Just like mine. So, when he got that letter, he was so excited. He and my mom and my brother are already packing because they want to get back to New York and see everyone."
Becca was silent for a while, "That must have been hard on you. Losing your dad, then getting him back, but five years later."
"Yeah, it was," Jake said confused. "You aren't mad that I lied to you?"
"No. I understand that you couldn't tell me."
"Oh, good. So, back to the matter at hand, we are moving really soon and staying with either my Uncle John, Aunt Casey and little Cousin AJ or with Grandpa Don until we can get an apartment or house or something. My mom wants us to get back there before school starts again. I am so sorry. I really don't want to leave you, but I have no choice."
"It's okay. Really, I know that you don't have any say. Um…I love you, I just wanted you to know that. I love you and I think that if moving back to New York is what's best for your family, then I'm all for it," she said on the verge of tears again.
Jake took her into his arms and held her, "I love you too, and that makes this even harder. I don't want this is be good-bye, I want it to be I'll see ya later."
Becca smiled a little, "I like that." She looked at her watch and noticed she had been there for nearly two hours. "I need to go home. Call me before you guys leave."
"I will, I love you," he said as they got off the bed.
"I love you too."
The two walked down the stairs and out to her truck. Jake gave her one last kiss and sent her on her way. He walked back in the house and sat down on the couch next to his father.
"You okay son?" Elliot asked.
Jake shook his head, "No," was all he could get out before he started to cry into Elliot's shirt.
Elliot held Jake until he stopped crying and fell asleep. He carried him upstairs to his room and put him in bed.
"I love you Jake. It'll all be fine in the end I promise. I love you," Elliot gave him a kiss on the head and quietly turned out the lights and left the room.