Dear Javier,

I know you're probably still mad over what happened all those years ago. I know you have a life of your own now, what with the MLB and all, and if you choose to delete this right away, it's fine. I understand. But, please read this. We all miss you, Javi. Mariana loves the Selena Gomez autograph you got for her birthday, but she would've loved it even more if you had been at her party. She misses her uncle and so does Gabe. He's doing so good at baseball, Javi, you should see him play. When I see him hit a home run, I see you. It's even starting to get to David, too. He was all decked out in Marlin's gear, watching the World Series and cheering you on with Yaya (don't tell him I said that, though! He wants no one to know lol)! You should've seen them when you won.

Gabe's got a huge game in Macon next week. It'd mean the world to him if you came and watched him play. David says you can stay with us if you need to (I know you're used to mansions so it might be a little bit of culture shock for you!), unless you want to get a hotel room.

I hope we see you!

Kate

Javier rolls over- his sheets slipping off his nude body, hitting the floor- he groans. Last night had been a complete blur. He had no idea what the fuck happened, but it must have been nice. There's a beautiful blonde sleeping beside him, her hair is a complete mess (no doubt from them rolling around) and her bare breasts are exposed. Oh, that was his girlfriend, Jess. Nice. He'd been through so many blondes and one night stands they just kind of all blended together at some point. He's hoping for round two because he didn't remember a thing from last night, which was unfortunate because it was probably awesome.

Her eyes flutter open and bright, blue eyes are staring back at him, she smiles. "Hey beautiful," he murmurs, brushing away some of her bangs.

"Hey," she whispered.

"What the fuck even happened last night?" Javier asked as he sat up. The sunlight peeking through the curtains momentarily blinded him and he put a hand over his eyes. "Christ, I had too much to drink."

Jess sits up and throws the rest of the sheets off and smirked. She's ass naked. "What do you think happened?"

"We played checkers?" And with that, he got a pillow to the face. "Okay, okay, I'm just messing with you. I kind of assumed that, but seriously, what else?"

"You had a party," she began, waltzing over to his wardrobe and putting on one of his white button-up shirts. "It was crazy."

"How crazy are we talking about here?"

"Well, at one point there was a recreation of the history of Rome; you were Caesar and we all pretended to stab you with dildos."

Javier shrugged. "That's not too crazy. I've done weirder-"

"And then we all went to the beach and collected seashells because you were Nero-"

"Caligula, babe," He corrected. "Caligula was the emperor. Get your history right."

Jess rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Yeah, sorry. Anyway, I can't remember anything after you hired the pony and named it your consul."

Now, for a normal person, this would be absolutely insane. Who the fuck would recreate the history of the Roman Empire for a party? Who in God's name would actually come to see that shit? But this was pretty tame compared to some of Javier's other exploits throughout the years. His parties had this weird quirk where it was educational while also fun as well. Like, there was this one crazy bash where it was based on the French Revolution and he commissioned a guillotine to be built. He totally had no purpose for it later, and all they used it for was to cut the big ass cake they got, but damn was it cool. Another time, they reenacted the crossing of the Delaware in his pool. Now that was a party! It started as a joke at first, but he got super into it. If that movie contract fell through, he lost his good looks, and for some reason couldn't play ball anymore, at least he had something to be remembered for.

"How many people were there?"

"There had to be over three hundred in the senate at one point, but I was too drunk to count after we collected the shells," Jess replied. "The house is probably a mess."

"Whatever, I'll just get the cleaning service to clean it up."

There were two great things about being filthy-fucking-rich. One, everyone kissed your ass like you could do no wrong; and two, you had enough money to not have to do chores anymore- you hired people to do it for you. Javier couldn't recall the last time he did the laundry or cleaned the bathroom. He had his cleaning service do all the work. It was also really, really nice to have people practically suck your dick every day because they thought you were the hot shit. Living with David all those years made it hard to feel like you could amount to anything, but people legitimately liked him (and his money), and it got to Javier. After being told he was cool for so long, he believed it! He was cool! He knew A list celebrities and was dating a Victoria's Secret model! People killed to go to his parties! What the fuck was David doing? Oh, wait… nothing!

He makes his way over to his girlfriend and wraps his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck. "It's a damn shame we have to get up. I wish we could just stay in bed forever."

Jess choked back a giggle. "Javier Garcia, are you trying to get in my pants?" She scolded; but he could see her reflection in the mirror; she was biting her lip, glancing at the ground. His hands slide down to her ass and he sucks on her neck, smirking when she lets out a small, barely audible moan.

"What pants?" He murmured. "You're not wearing any."

"Touché." She slipped out of his grip and sauntered over to the bathroom door. She motioned him forward with a smirk. "Come on, we got five hours until we have to leave for Atlanta, let's enjoy them."

He followed her, grinning madly. "Lead the way, ma'am."

To be honest, Javier was excited to see his family again. Not David though because fuck him. However, Mariana, Gabe, Mama, and Kate were fine in his book. He would have visited before- not just sent them expensive gifts or called them- but there was no way he could face his older brother. Not after Papa's death and the consequential beat down he got afterward for 'not being there'. Fucking prick. Javier had called his father every day; he sent money to pay for the chemotherapy, and he damn made sure to visit every time he could. Did they have any idea how hard it was to constantly go back and forth from Miami to Atlanta, all the while struggling to keep his career together and manage life for himself? It was nearly impossible, so no way was he going to sit there and listen to David bitch about him being a 'lazy, ungrateful son of a bitch.'

He was doing this for his family, though. They would all pester him to play the old board games David kept in the attic, tell them (censored and heavily sugar-coated) stories of his ventures, and tour Macon after Gabe's game. That was nice and all- Javier loved the idea of kicking back and relaxing after nights of playing ball and partying- but it was so dull… pathetic. Their lives were so boring! Once you go from a life of constant excitement to a thrill every day, you can't go back to the suburbs. The moment you notice the routine of everyday life, it starts an itch- you slowly go batshit crazy as you yearn for more and more!

Oh, he had to give them a glimpse of his world. Javier couldn't let them suffer like this anymore!

Also, he needed to get himself a private jet because he was sick of kids kicking his damn seat. Yeah, this was not how he was hoping to spend his flight. He couldn't even scold the kid because TMZ would find out and write a horrible, untrue article about him punching babies or something. David would then read it, and as outlandish as it was, believe it because he's one of those dumb fucks who'll fall for anything, and that would be the end of any attempts at reconciliation. So, Javi suffered. He suffered because he was a good person. He felt bad for the little nose-picker; their mother was too busy playing Candy Crush to care about their behavior and his misery. What a shit parent.

Jess was fast asleep beside him. She looked ridiculous wearing her pink footie pajamas and sleep mask that had 'the Bitch is Sleeping' plastered in fancy cursive. At least she was comfortable, he couldn't say the same for himself. Thank God their flight wasn't long. Then the real fun would start. Javier couldn't think of anything better than shoving away angry tourists who just got back from Disney and old people in attempts to get their luggage.

When the plane does finally land, he's ready to jump for joy. Jess lifts up the right eye of her mask and groans- she must have thought the ride was longer or something- already Javier can tell she's going to whine the entire time. He hoped she would change before they got to the house (it was only seven at night and it would make for bad first impressions), but from the glare she was giving him, he must've been asking for too much. Alright, make yourself look like a jackass in front of David and see how long that lasts. Just remember when you fuck up that also means Javi fucks up by association, and no one wants Javi to fuck up. Because if Javi fucks up David's going to lose his shit and they'll start brawling in the front yard.

"I'm not changing," she snapped at him at the gate after he asked. "I'm tired, hung-over, and hungry, so don't fucking tell me what to do!"

"I'm just saying that if you want to make a good impression, you might want to think about not wearing…" He paused when he saw the kitten throwing up a peace sign on the front of her pajamas. "That."

The model gasped and put a hand on her chest. Her eyes widened. "It's not about the clothes, Javi! It's about what's inside, and if they don't like me for the wonderful person I am, then they're missing out!"

Sometimes, he forgot he was dating a complete and utter fucking idiot, but then were little moments like this that brought him back to reality. It wasn't like the other women he dated were geniuses either- like the Vine star for example- their relationship was mostly based on sexual attraction. He'd probably dump her within the next month or so and then move onto the next woman who got his attention. It didn't take very long for that to happen because when you're rich and good looking, women throw themselves at you. There was even a group of women online who wrote weird ass fanfiction of him online; like the one of him having a gang-bang with his team-mates while The Rock watched (why was The Rock there? Javier didn't know but David was never going to be famous enough to get that amount of love, so hah!) or the one where he got knocked up (that was his favorite one). Any attention is good attention, unless TMZ is writing about you punching babies. That's not good.

They're near the luggage station when he decides to try to disguise himself. It was already crazy there as it was, but if people knew he was there? God, it'd be a mad-house. He didn't want to cause additional concerns for security with his presence! He pulls up his hood and throws on his sunglasses before making his way over to the baggage carousel. Jess is still in a daze and nearly gets run over by a woman with a stroller. The first rule of an airport: always pay attention to your surrounding!

It takes about three attempts before he gets his bags. He decided to let the people in front of him go first because he was a damn nice person, so he missed out when they went around. Javier packed light; just some clothes, hygiene care, and gifts. It was a nightmare packing up a bunch of shit you wouldn't use and then trying to re-pack everything that you did use so it would all fit. Not worth the aggravation!

He's about ready to leave when he notices his girlfriend still standing over the conveyer belt, holding her bag with a look of befuddlement. She glances at him and her light blue, polka dot suitcase before motioning him over. "I think someone took my bag," she murmured.

"Did you try waiting for everything to come back around?"

"Yeah, but I couldn't find it!" She pouted and pointed at the Mickey Mouse plush peeking out. "See, it's not mine!"

Fucking fantastic. They had been doing so good, too. Not a single incident until this. If the person with her bag figured out who she was (a Victoria's Secret model), odds were they'd never find it again. They would either try to find anything valuable or take her underwear because people were creepy.

"I didn't keep anything expensive in there," she began, noticing his discomfort. "Just the simple stuff… like you said I should pack."

Great, but that doesn't stop people from taking your underwear and using it for nefarious reasons. He knew that from experience (but that was another story for another day). He hoped she liked borrowing Kate's stuff.

"We'll have to ask security and see what they can do."

Jess pouted. "I liked that bag."

There's a security guard a few feet away, and much to Javi's annoyance, they're busy. There's a family talking-no arguing- with him about something. From what he can tell, they're going through a similar problem. The father, a middle-aged, portly graying blond in a Hawaiian shirt (disgusting), is getting more aggravated and desperate by the second.

"You don't understand," he says, "her insulin cartridges are in there! She needs her dose soon and the pharmacy closes in an hour!"

"I don't know what to tell you, sir."

"This is a medical emergency! You got to do something!"

His wife, a slightly younger brunette wearing a sundress and almost as red as a lobster steps forward, holding his arm. "Honey," she pleads, "you can stay here. I'll go out real quick and get see if I can get some replacements."

"This is bullshit!" He cried, angrily waving his arms like a goddamn Air Dancer. "You people aren't even making an attempt at helping us!"

"I can assure you we are, sir," the security guard replies with a deadpan tone. This shit probably happened at least once a day and they didn't give a single fuck anymore. Jesus, they could have least made an attempt to care or something.

Javier then notices the two young women, who have to be their daughters, standing off to the side. The one who resembles her mother is staring at the ground, clearly embarrassed. Her short, brown hair is in a pixie cut, so she can't twirl it, so she instead fiddles with her bright pink dress. There's a light blue suitcase beside her that can only be Jess'. Great, there must have been a mix-up. The other woman gets his attention, though. He can see a lot of her father in her; they have the same eyes, hair color, and outraged expression. For a minute, he thinks she's going to start going at the guard, but she keeps her composure… barely. She's wearing an orange and gray tank top, shorts, and dirty, old sneakers. A contrast from her younger sister's more feminine attire.

"I'm sorry, guys. I should have put my medicine together in one bag," the younger girl mutters. "And maybe put my name on it-"

"Shut up, Hilda," the blonde snaps, glaring at the guard. "This isn't your fault."

The security guard groaned and ran a hand through their hair before pulling out a notepad. "Can you give me a description of the bag?" They ask and both father and daughter get irater.

"We already told you," the woman began as she pointed to the suitcase. "It looks exactly like this! Just like this!"

"You didn't write it down the first time?" The father asks, flabbergasted. "Isn't that supposed to be your job!"

"I apologize, sir."

If the security guard fucks up one more time they're probably going to kill him. That wasn't an exaggeration either. Javier's got to do something and save this poor guard from the ass beating they were about to receive. He could understand the family's anger, though. They were probably having a great time on vacation (presumably Disney judging by all the Mickey Mouse merchandise in Hilda's bag) until this happened. If he was in this situation, he'd probably do the same thing.

He motions to the bag in Jess' arms. "They have your bag, and we got hers."

"So?"

He facepalmed. "So?" He asked sarcastically. "So, we should give her back her fucking bag. Jesus Christ, Jess, her medicine is in there."

The model huffed before shoving it into Javier's arms. "I just want to get back to the house, Javi. Don't make this a big spectacle!"

"What are you talking about?"

"You're going to walk over and make a big deal about who you are, and then they're going to want pictures and an autograph, and we're not going to get back to the house for another hour!"

"There's nothing wrong with meeting my fans! I'm making their day!"

"I'm tired!" She stomped her foot like a three-year-old in a toy store, reminding him when Mariana and Gabe were little. Javi was sure that they were more mature than her at that age. "I'm tired, hungover, and-"

He began to walk over to them, waving Jess off. "And you're hungry, I know," he finished much to her annoyance. "You told me this already!" He ignores her angry, offensive response as he dramatically pulled his hood down and threw off his sunglasses. TMZ, eat your heart out! He was going to be a hero! The family and guard both stop and stare when he rolls the suitcase over; Hilda and Dad are awe-struck, Mom and Sister are baffled, and the security guard still gave no fucks. "You guys looking for a suitcase?" He asked, his tone confident.

Hilda squeals and rushes over to him. "Oh my God! Thank you so much, mister!" She takes the bag from him and beams. Mom comes over and is ready to pull him into an embrace.

"Wait, I know who you are!" Pops cries, his eyes wide. "Holy shit, you're that guy from the Miami Marlins!"

That's me, he smirks as the rest of the family comes over. They're thanking him like he's the second coming of Christ and is already big ego is boosted to unthinkable levels. He always did love the attention. The only person who doesn't seem to be fawning over him is the older sister. In fact, she looks more annoyed than before.

Hilda pulls out her phone and shyly stares up at him. "Can we take a selfie?"

He wraps his arm around her and poses dramatically. Oh, he loved nothing more than taking pictures with his adoring fans. They're awesome! Next thing he knew he was giving out autographs, taking more pictures as others noticed him, and telling tales of his adventures. Jess was mad as hell, but what could she do? She'd look like the bad guy if she interfered. Mom and Dad were big fans of him, Hilda I had his People Magazine issue (that was his favorite photo shoot next to the Rolling Stone issue), but Sister was giving him a mad evil eye. Hey, he got her medicine back, show some respect!

"Hey!" He called her over. "Come on, take a picture with us!"

"Nah, I'm good," she replied, browsing her phone.

"Molly, come on!" Hilda cried.

Molly rolls her eyes and trudges over, scowling. Dad's going on about how he played baseball at The University of Tampa but he would have been the next Babe Ruth if he didn't sprain an ankle in '86 (okay, dude), and he's quickly shoved aside by Javier when Molly puts a hand on her hip. Javier wraps his arm around both her and Hilda and grins for the camera- the younger girl's doing the peace sign while Molly's still straight-faced- and he's not too happy with the picture. Why was she being such a bitch? God, she should be grateful he was spending his time with these people!

"Thanks for getting her bag, but fuck you for using her for a publicity stunt," Molly hissed through gritted teeth as Hilda runs- no skips- to her mother. What the fuck? He blinks at her, his mouth going to an 'o', "Don't act stupid," she continued, "you could've just given us the bag and went on your way, but you're doing this for attention."

"I-"

Her eyes narrowed. "What do you want me to do, huh? Kiss your ass? Go on about your career like everyone else does?"

"Well, that would be nice, blondie," He replied.

"There, here's your pat on the back," she said smacking the back of his shoulder, "I don't know how baseball lasted without you, and you're the second coming of Christ. Better?"

He smirked. "Much better," he replied as he finally began to make his way back to Jess. "I think you'd be pretty damn attractive if you smiled more! You might even be blessed to get my attention." Oh, boy she's probably so pissed, but sometimes the truth hurts. She didn't know him! She didn't know his struggles! He was a damn good person… he didn't need that reaffirmed by anyone. Javier just wanted to make his fan's dreams come true.

Ugh, it was like David was bitching at him.

The ride to the house is awkward, to say the least. Jess is curled over by the window- her sleep mask is down- and every time Javier tries to speak she flips him off. Nice. The taxi driver is jamming out to Shakira and ignoring their tension, which he appreciated because nothing is worse than an eavesdropper. David's place is only five minutes away now.

"Is there a reason why you're not talking to me?" He asked and she flipped him off again. "You know, flipping me off isn't going to solve anything."

"I'm mad at you," she huffed.

"Why?"

She turns around, rips off her mask, and scowls. "You don't know? Seriously?" She growled. "I told you not to make a spectacle and you did!"

"I didn't!"

"You did!" She crossed her arms. "You did! Don't even say you didn't because you did!"

"People love me, Jess! What do you want me to do?" Javier knocked on the taxi driver's window; the other was still singing along to 'She Wolf.' "Hey, do you know who I am?"

"Nope," the driver replied before going back to whatever the hell he was doing.

"Okay, well he doesn't know who I am, but everyone else does!" Javier said as Jess's brows furrowed. "Hey don't look at me like that! I'm gracing people with my presence."

"You're such a douche-bag."

"And you're a moron."

"Fuck you."

"That's what we do every night, babe."

"You're worser than my ex!"

"Worser isn't even a word!"

"I'm gonna rip your balls off you ass!"

"Do it, bitch!"

Click

Jess unstraps herself and wraps her fingers around his neck; she's going to suffocate him. Shakira's turned off and the car is silent. "I'm going to choke you!" She cries.

"Good thing that's my fetish," he gasped, and she's even more outraged.

She's ready to go in for the kill when a small voice gets his attention. "Uncle Javi?"

Oh no.

Oh dear God have mercy!

Both him and Jess slowly turn their heads, their eyes widening when they see that the car is still. They're at the house, the door is open, and there are four pairs of eyes staring back at them. Jess slowly moves off of him and sits back, folding her hands over her knee. Yeah, nice attempt at not looking like a nut! Great first impression. Mariana's holding the door while David stands behind her, his jaw nearly hitting the damn sidewalk; Gabe's cringing from his spot on the porch and Kate's awkwardly grinning. The first time they've gotten together in nearly five years and the first thing they see is him being choked and admitting (sarcastically) his fetish for it. Great.

Well, Yaya's not here. That would've made this situation just a little bit wors...er than it already was.

Oh, he's definitely getting his ass kicked by the end of the week.

A/N: Writing Javier's pretty tough. He's kind of a blank slate in New Frontier... personally I think he's bland, but it can be argued Clementine can be too, so I added more to him. Seeing as he never got kicked out of the MLB, he's kind of a douche-bag. Okay, never mind he's a major douche-bag! Javier's backstory (him being a gambler, mooching off of David and co., etc,) kind of implied him being a not so great person, but I really ran with it. I think all these years of him having his ass kissed, women galore, and partying has gotten to him. He's been disconnected from the real world for a while now.

While he does have an arc, I find Javier being important to other characters. For a lot of situations, he's the reason behind their problems (and for others blessings). He's quirky and hilarious, but needs to get his shit together even more so than Luke and Nick. And yes, we will see his crazy ass parties. Maybe we'll see David kick his ass, too (or maybe not because he might not be an asshole).

Molly, her sister, and parents are alright and very happy! I decided to name her sister Hilda after her pick. It just kind of made sense for Molly's weapon to be a tribute to her. I didn't give her parent's a name yet, but they're your average suburban parents (they wear Hawaiian shirts). Molly would call Javi out on his shit, though. Also, Jess is... special. Let's see how long their relationship lasts (probably not for much longer).

Well, the dominos are in place. It's time for the Macon Game Arc! Let's see if Duck's plan is going to blow up horrifically in his face and if Clementine's going to find Lee.