Ch. 2. Return of the Prodigal son Part 1

Driving in a traffic-less lane and just letting the wind blows past you are some of the greatest things a driver could wish for, especially if it's going to be a long journey but for Lincoln, he really didn't care about any of it, as he was not the one driving, instead, he was just sitting in the back of a car, a BMW 6 Series Gran Coupe if he had to guess, the seats were covered with leather seats along with a state of the art real time GPS, bulletproof glass and compartments underneath his seat that most likely contain a briefcase with custom built rifles and pistol and even sometimes a grenade launcher, all courtesy of the CIA. Lincoln doesn't know why someone would need so much firepower but he knew better than to question his mentor, especially in the field of work for their kind of profession.

As Lincoln is looking at the passing green fields along with warm winds passing through him, he felt himself go back in time. Time in which he remembered was a midsummer day with the warm wind just like the one he currently is in. He remembered them riding in their father's van, or more affectionately known to the family as 'vanzilla', and going to the dentist because Lori's baby tooth was coming off wrongly and his mother was worried about it, he remembered Lori being scared of going to the dentist like every child would, he remembered his parents trying to calm her down by telling her the doctor would only inject her mouth a bit and stuff like those, which of course only served to make her more scared of going to the dentist and with his 5 other sisters ( 3 because Lynn is a 3-year-old baby and Luan is just a year older than her) in the car, her panicked state, of course, only served to make his other sisters paranoid and when Lori started crying the others shortly followed after. He was worried about all of them being afraid of going to the doctor, so he did what any other big brother would have done in the situation. He hugged her and hummed a lullaby, Lincoln doesn't even remember what lullaby it was that he hummed, he just remembered the tune, but it managed to at least calm her down and her crying turned to sobbing and her sobbing finally turned to simple hiccups when he finally stopped humming Lori looked up to him and the state that he saw her eyes, red from crying with her hair dishevelled and snots coming out of her nose. He looked around and saw Leni, Luna and Luan looking at him and at that moment he knew what he had to do. He looked back at Lori and hugged her.

"I will never let anyone hurt you and if anyone tries to do that I will end them" He reassured her, then he looked up at his sisters "That goes for all of you, I will never let anything bad to happen to any of you. So trust me. I will always be there for all of you. Always."

In the end, Lincoln had to hold Lori's hand during the entire thing, from the checking of her teeth to the application of the anaesthesia on her gums.

Lincoln shook his head from the memory

'Good job Lincoln, you actually remembered that you broke another promise to a loved one. What a surprise' He thought cynically.

Looking in the rear-view mirror he saw his driver, a black man with no hair plus a serious face can make a very intimidating man, the guy was probably looked between early 30 -35 years old. Lincoln was sure that the guy is an ex-SF, like the majority of the field agent of the CIA. He wasn't talking to Lincoln and Lincoln was more than happy to oblige, he had no energy to engage in senseless banter with his driver so he let himself drift into the dream world again.

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Lincoln slowly opened his eyes as he felt the car stop. He looked around and found that his just a block away from the Loud House, his old house. The house which he ran away 10 years ago.

Getting out of the car and getting his duffel bag out of the car and watching the black BMW slowly drive away. Lincoln slowly walked on the sidewalk, reminiscing on his memories trying to remember his old friends, where they lived, his old school and how they're doing now, he especially remembers his "best" friend Clyde McBride. He remembered the allergic, slightly cowardly, geeky and shy boy he used to hang out with. He remembered his first time meeting Clyde and he just had an asthma attack, he remembered on how he panicked and cried because he felt he did something wrong.

'Well, you did do something wrong. Just not that time but a wrong nonetheless' A little voice spoke in his head. Lincoln shook his head, he kept hearing those voices when he's not doing something or just simply not focusing at all, over time he learned to simply ignore it.

Without Lincoln noticing it, he already arrived at the house, his home.

The lawn looked like something you would see in a toy shop or a garage sale, he looked to his far right and sees the rusty old vanzilla, now with more prominent rust on it.

"It's like nothing changed. As if I never left," Lincoln said quietly.

As Lincoln walked along the faded pavement and as he walks nearer on the porch he could see the faded paint on the white wooden walls along with the red door.

He reached the door and was about to ring the doorbell when he stopped just a millimetre away from the button. It was only now that he felt his heart beat faster, the sweat on his hands and the butterfly on his stomach. He was hesitating if what he was about to do was actually correct. After being gone for so long and just coming back today.

'Would they even accept me? Could they even forgive me for what I've done? Could I forgive myself?' These thoughts suddenly occurred to him.

'Maybe this was a wrong Idea after all' As Lincoln was about to turn around he heard a voice he would never forget.

"Lucy, dear. Could you please help me set up the table, please" That voice belonged to his mother, he could never forget it. He could never forget the countless times he fell asleep just listening to her voice. Something inside Lincoln is telling him that if he leaves now, he can never come back and Lincoln learned early on his career as a CIA field agent that sometimes trusting your gut can and, the majority of the time would save you from certain death.

'No. I can't leave. Not when I'm already here' He thought to himself. 'Grow a fucking pair Lincoln. You've been in a far worse situation. At least this one hasn't got bullets flying through the air and whizzing beside your ear' Lincoln motivated himself.

He pressed the door bell and heard the iconic 'ding-dong' sound that doorbells make.

"Lucy, could you please open the door and see who it is, please" he heard her mother's voice said.

He heard a flurry of steps

'Probably coming down from the stars' Lincoln thought. The sound of the door locks being taken off and the twisting of the knob.

The red door finally opened.

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Lucy POV

Lucy was not happy being called for the second time. It would seem her mother didn't get the message that she didn't want to be disturbed on the first one, but Lucy knew better than to pretend not to hear their mother for the second time because she, along with everyone else who lived in this house, knows bad stuff happens if you ignore your Rita Loud.

*Sigh*' Lucy to herself. 'Might as well listen now than regret it later. This is probably payback from awhile ago. Better do this now then I can go back reading Occultist and Eldritch' She thought to herself.

"No, I don't consider reading dark and gloomy books in the vents to be 'doing something' and Yes, this is payback because you didn't come down when I called you before" Her mother shouted from the kitchen.

Lucy shivered a bit, she sometimes thinks it's a bit creepy on how her mother knows what she was thinking that Lucy is somewhat convinced that her mother is actually half-psychic by how accurate she was at predicting on what she was thinking.

Lucy went to the door and took off the chain lock and opened the door. What greeted her was a man with a duffel bag on his shoulder. The man in question had a very blond hair that it's almost white and dressed in, from her limited knowledge of fashion thanks to Leni, what seemed like a V-neck like fashion with regular patched denim and, what seems like, grey ankle boot for men.

"Excuse me. Is Rita Loud here?" The man's voice was slightly husky. If Lucy were to describe it, it would feel like a warm blanket on a very cold night, a blanket that offers warmth and protection.

"Excuse me. Little girl?" Lucy snapped out of her stupor for his voice when he spoke again, this time his voice carried a hint of concern, which Lucy felt was kind of nice that a strange man was worried for her well being when in reality she was just contemplating on how husky his voice was.

"Lucy, Who is it, honey?" Lucy heard her mothers voice ask from the kitchen.

"Someone who is looking for you Mom" Lucy answered back.

"Well, who is it?" Her mother called back

" Um. Sorry, but. Um, whats your " Lucy was somewhat embarrassed that she forgot something so simple as asking someone's name.

The man was about to answer when she heard a glass break behind her, turning around she saw her mother's shock face and on her feet was the bowl she just dropped.

"..."

Lucy heard her mother mumbled something she didn't quite catch.

"Hey...Mom...I'm back" The man said, rubbing his neck and looking embarrassed?

This time it was Lucy's turn to be shock

'Mom? Who's Mom?' She was confused on who the man was and why he was calling their mother 'Mom' as if he knew her. Lucy got her answer right away when her mother answered.

"Lincoln...Is that really you?" Her mother slowly walked toward the mysterious man and gingerly touched his face as if afraid it would pop like a bubble and disappears

"My baby boy..." Her mother slowly hugged the man and the man, in turn, dropped his duffel bag and let her hugged him. As Lucy watch her mother hug the strange man, crying her eyes out on the man's shoulder.

"You're finally back..." Lucy heard her mother said between hiccups. "My Little Lincoln..."

A/N

Hey guy's second chapter is here. It's a bit shorter than Ch.1. I know. This one got about almost 2k, compared to the 4k the first one has. As always you can tell me what I can improve upon, any mistake I might have missed, anything at all. My PM is always open to any queries or question you might have.

P.S Guy's I'm new to FF, so I may not be able reply right away as I may still be working on the controls.

Anyway hope you like it and

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See you next Ch.