Chapter 2: I Could Never Hate You
Jethro's POV:
Jethro couldn't believe he made his own son feel this way, what was he thinking honestly throughout the whole time Tony was in the hospital Jethro didn't know how to talk to him. To afraid the kid would blame him for not being there to protect them, and honestly Jethro would not have blamed the kid. He got caught up in work and hoping that working would be a great distraction that he had forgotten to check up on the kid, he must be the worst father on the planet. How could a father forget to check up on his own son, honestly deep down he knew what he was doing, he just couldn't stand to go back there to face the blame that he was so sure that Tony would put on him. He felt guilty and had the right to too; because this was his fault if he would have been here things would have been different.
That's why it was such a surprise to hear Tony side of the story. Jethro couldn't get much sleep anymore so he usually stayed up and drank coffee while reading for a while hoping that would make it eye's tired. But when he heard someone moving about and looked up to see his son with a back pack on and heading to the door, his heart sank. He got up and followed him then stopped to the iterance to the hall. He couldn't just let him go, not right now, not ever, it'd hurt too much after just losing his wife and daughter he'd be losing his son too. So he stopped him, by asking where he was going, but what he was not expecting was the whole scene that played out next, and when he saw his son break down and fall to his knees. He was already in action and moving to hold him. After hearing what he had said, about him hating the kid, he couldn't believe it. More along the lines, right now he hated himself; he started to rock and assure the boy that he was loved and that he could never hate him. But Jethro knew in his heart it would take a long time to reassure the boy of his love and trust. But Jethro also knew he would do anything for his son.
After the boy had fallen asleep, Jethro picked him up in his arms. Although Tony was 16 and had grown a lot since his 8 year old body, he was light as a feather. Jethro was sure it was due to the accident and not eating. He would make sure that would get fixed as well. He moved and carried him back up the steps to his room. He laid him out on the bed and pulled the covers up over him. Then he pulled the desk chair that was in the room and sat there, rubbing his son's cheek and pushing his bangs out of his face. Soon he fell asleep as well his left hand under his head and his right on his sons chest over his heart, feeling his heartbeat.
THE END
Well I was thinking I would to this one shot, but then when I got to writing the end to this, I kind of figured it seams like there could be more. But I'm not sure so I leave it up to you guy's if there should or should not be more to this. Hope you enjoyed this and please review to tell me what you think.