A/N: Here's chapter 3. Sorry that these chapters are so short. This fic will probably be shorter than the other two. I don't own anything.

Protecting My Boy-Chapter 3

Jack POV

I tell my family that I will be leaving for a few days to go to a convention.

They seem to believe me.

I finish packing and load my suitcase into the car.

8 hours and 23 minutes later I'm in Wisconsin, on my way to Vlad's place.

I pull up in his driveway.

Something's not right.

The front door of his house opens, and an angry Plasmius floats out.

He was expecting.

I should've known he'd been monitoring us.

I'm about to shoot him with my ecto-gun, when, I just pause.

I look into his eyes.

The eyes that saw my high school graduation.

The eyes that helped me capture my first ghost.

The eyes that helped me make my first invention.

The eyes that saw my college graduation.

The eyes that were there at my wedding.

The eyes of my best friend.

I can't do it.

I can't kill him.

He seems slightly hesitant, as well.

This, I was not expecting.

"Vlad." I whisper, "Do you remember that time in college when we pranked Mr. Moore?"

I chuckle at the memory of our least favorite teacher covered in worms.

He smiles, then quickly changes his expression to a scowl.

"Yes, but what does this have to do with anything?"

He appears nervous.

"Do you remember the time you set me on a blind date with that poet girl?"

"Remember, Vladdie, she wouldn't stop rhyming all night?" I went on.

"What are you doing?" Vlad says, eyeing me, suspiciously.

I keep going, caught up in the memories.

"Oh! Do you remember when we started that band?"

"STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!" He exclaimed.

"Why?" I challenged.

"Because, I-I JUST STOP!" He stutters.

As I keep reciting memories of happy times, Vlad get more and more upset.

He changes back into his human form.

"Look, I can never forgive you for what you've done, but could you, I, I mean…."

He trails off, mid-sentence.

"I can't forgive you either, Vlad."

"I know we can't be friends, but, um..."

'Truce?" I ask hopefully.

"Truce."

I leave, hoping Vlad will keep his word.

He won't hurt my son anymore, we have a deal.

I lost my best friend, but at least I didn't lose him to death.

However, if he EVER goes back on his word…

Well, it won't be pretty.

A/N: This seemed really rushed to me, so I apologize for that. This story will probably only have about four more chapters, and they won't be nearly as long as this one (sorry). I hope you liked it. Remember, to press that little blue button down there.