…..I was serious in my last authors note guys. Any ideas? Any at all? I guess not. That alright, I'll think of something. I think I'll focus on King Bob/TJ stories after this.

I figured out how this story is going to end! :D Right on time, too. We skip ahead quite a bit in this chapter, but for good reason. I have little knowledge of ultrasounds, so bear with me as I do my best.

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~*~V~*~

The only two sources of light in the small room was from the small monitor and an even smaller lamp on the other side of the room. The lights on the ceiling was off to allow the three people in the room to have a better view of the monitor.

Ashley A., laid on the examination table with the loose-fitting shirt she wore over her now round belly. She shivered as the ultrasound technician spread the cool jelly over her stomach with the transducer. The black and white picture of what was supposed to be a baby growing in her stomach appeared on the screen, and its heartbeat could be heard.

"That's your baby," Said the technician, Dr. Schimt.

"That's our baby," Ashley A. said. She squeezed the hand she was holding. "TJ that's our baby!"

"It looks so weird. Are you sure?" TJ asked. His answer was smack on the back of his head. "What? It looks weird to me."

"Don't worry Ms. Armbruster. Most men who come here say the same thing," Dr. Schimt assured her. "Would you two like to know the gender?"

"Do we?" TJ asked his girlfriend.

"Yep. Is it a boy or a girl?" Ashley asked.

"It's….a baby girl," the Doctor said. "Congratulations."

"She'd have you wrapped around your finger," Ashley said to TJ.

"What makes you say that?" He asked her.

"You see how you bend over backwards for your brother. Imagine if Zack was a girl. You'd take over the world if he asked you, and don't say you wouldn't, 'cause you would, and you know it."

"You say it like it's a bad thing," He said. "I'll go get your parents so you can tell them. I doubt your dad would want to hear this from me. I'll be right back." Squeezing Ashley's hand one more time, TJ stood out his seat and left the room. After a short walk he reached the waiting room where her parents were sitting in. "Ashley wants to see you. We found the gender of the baby, but it'll sound better coming from her than me." Her father walked past him without saying a word, while her mother said 'thank you' before following her husband.

~*~TJ's POV~*~

Now I know where Ashley gets her stubbornness from. Her father. God, the man doesn't budge on any of his views for anyone. Thank God for Ashley's mom. I'd be dead by now if it wasn't for her.

It's summer break, and I had finally managed to find a job. It wasn't searching for one the day I got it. I was heading home with Zack after playing in the park, and we stopped by Kelso's for ice cream. I thought this place would be closed, or at least owned by someone else. Mr. Kelso was getting old when I was younger, so I assumed that the place would be gone. Nope. Old guys still working there, as hard as ever. We had a nice conversation, too.

He has trouble getting around though, and I asked him if he thought about hiring someone else to do the heavy lifting around the place. He said people don't want to work there, and teenagers would rather flock to all the jobs in malls and clothing stores.

Are you fucking kidding me? Who wouldn't want to work at Kelso's?

I told him that I'll work there, starting that day. I was hired on the spot.

Zack loves it. He gets free ice cream if I bring him, but only one bowl. Two if I decide to spoil him.

And that job helped me in convincing Mr. Armbruster to let me temporarily move in to help Ashley. She' getting morning sickness 24 hours a day, a crazy appetite, mood swings, all that pregnancy jazz. She's four and a half months along, and we're having a baby girl.

Ashley's right. That little girl would have me wrapped around her finger.

We've been looking at families for adoption, and narrowed them down to twenty. After this, we're going to her place to go over them again.

Speaking of adoption, the bunnies are gone now. All went to happy loving homes. Two for JoJo; Parika and Falafel, one for Specs; Norman, one for Bandit; Bugs, one for Randal; Pizza, two for Zack, Thing One and Thing Two, and two for me to keep; Energizer and Oatmeal. Oh, and one for Mikey, Speedy. I hope he can handle that little roadrunner.

I miss them so much, I really do. I miss the bunnies hopping around my feet in the morning.

Zack takes good care of his bunnies. I taught him well. All of them were spayed and neutered before I gave them away. No more surprise bunnies.

I ended the school year with a 3.0 average, just what I aimed for. Now that school's out, I can focus on work, Ashley, Zack, and the few rabbit's I have at home.

That reminds me. After picking out families, I'm supposed to teach Zack how to tie his shoes. He doesn't like the Velcro one's he has to wear. He says he likes the shoes that have lights in them, but all those have laces.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when someone sat down in the seat next to me. I looked and was it Ashley.

"All done?" I asked her.

"Yep. The doctor said she's perfectly healthy. Nothing to worry about," She said with a smile. "My Mom and Dad are filling out the paperwork. Now all we have to do is find our little princess and home."

"Any particular type of family you're looking for?"

"A good one. They all look like the stereotypical 'wholesome' family from the pictures. They can't all be like that. I don't want her to go to that kind of family."

"Oh, you want her to go to a couple of crazy people?" She lightly punched me in my arm.

"No, of course not. I'm only saying that these people are putting up a mask of perfection. When we pick out a few to interview that they relax a little bit and they let us know how they really are. Nobody perfect, even if these people are acting like it. But let's pick them out first."

~*~V~*~

I sat on the floor in Ashley's bedroom with my back against the bed. Ashley was laying down on her bed with her legs lifted up by a few pillows. Around the both of us were sheets of papers with information about families we were considering. We were organizing this in some particular order, I just can remember….

"The Fitzgeralds," Ashley read from the sheet she was holding. "Olivia and John. Married for four years. The guy is 30 and a doctor who has his own practice, and the woman is 29 and is a kindergarten teacher for the last three years. It says here they live a couple towns over, but is willing to have an open adoption along with visits. That's a bonus."

"Those are busy jobs. Do they have time for a baby?" I asked her.

"It says here that the woman would take a year off from her job to take care of the baby if we choose them," Said Ashley.

"Right, right. Okay, how about this couple," I said, picking the closest sheet. "The Constantinople's."

"Jesus that's a long name."

"I know right? Let's see…..William and Benjamin. They're both 25, but they own a bakery."

"William and Benjamin?"

"Yeah, they're both guys. That's not a problem, is it?"

"No, it's just that I don't remember a gay couple being in the pile. Anything else?"

"Not much. They recently bought a house, their business is doing great, nothing bad at all. I like both of these couples. What about you?"

"Yep. They go in the second pile, the one's we're picking out."

Now I remember how we were organizing these papers. The boring couples in one pile, and the one's we wanted to interview in another. So far, we have five in the interview pile. Five more and we're done. It's hard to pick. They're all good stable homes. Picking out the best of the best is going to be impossible.

"The Louis's, Helena and Francis. They already have three kids, all of them boys. They're probably desperate for another girl in that house," Said Ashley. "The husband's an accountant, and wife stays at home."

"They already have three kids….," I mumbled.

"Yeah, but they're boys. She'll have an army of men behind her if her heart ever gets broken."

"True, true. Into the pile it goes."

~*~V~*~

"First you take both laces, one in each hand them you cross them, right, just like that. Now you take one, and put it under the other and pull. Good, now, you make a little bunny ear with one lace, then take the other lace and wrap it around that part closet to your finger that holding the bunny ear. That right, you're doing great. Now you pull that same lace through the hole underneath, no, not the bunny ear, the other one, good. And pull it tight, but not too tight. See? You did it! That wasn't so hard was it?"

"Yes it was."

When I got home, I didn't get three feet inside the door before Zack ran up to me and pulled me into the living room to teach him how to tie his shoes. He must've thought it was going to be easy, because when he didn't get it for the fifth time, he wanted to give up, but he finally got it.

"But now that you know how to, it'll be easy, right?" I asked him.

"No," Zack said, looking down at his shoes. "What if I forget?"

"That's why you have to keep practicing so you won't forget. Do you want to practice?"

"No, I want ice cream."

"You can't have ice cream now, Zack. Dinner is going to be ready soon," I said. I hope this isn't the start of one of his tantrums. Zack's been having a ton of tantrums lately and I don't know why. I asked mom and she had he didn't throw many of them when he was two. maybe they're catching up with him.

"I want ice cream," He said folding his arms. "TJ get me ice cream!" I blame half of this on myself. I spoil him a lot…..

"The answer is still no, Zack. If you keep acting like this, I'll make sure you won't get any ice cream for dessert."

"I WANT ICE CREAM!" He screamed. "TJ GET ME ICE CREAM NOW!" He started pushing an hitting me, and it doesn't hurt at all, he's only three. This isn't the first time he's thrown a fit, he's done it before, in front of mom and dad no less. I picked him up despite his hitting and carried him into the kitchen. I sat him down on a stool in the corner. He folded his arms.

"Zack, mom and dad told you what happens when you throw a tantrum. They said it's okay to be upset, but it's not okay to scream and hit others," I told him. "Ten minutes in time out, and I want an apology when it's over." A left him in his seat and walked out of the kitchen. This sudden change in his attitude is unsettling.

"He's being a brat," Alex said, sitting on the couch next to me. "A good smack across the ass with a wooden spoon will set him straight."

'As bad as that is, it's not as bad as the other things you said about him,' I thought. 'Why the change?'

'Because you know why that little urchin is here in the first place,' He said, taking out a cigarette. 'Now that you know, my insults won't be as effective.'

'You almost sound helpful.'

'I can be. It's like Mr. Simmons said, Freckles, I'm only a manifestation of your anger. I thrive on your anger, and anger makes you angrier. It's all a vicious cycle that I know how manipulate for my own existence. It was so easy to make you angry by talking shit about Zack, 'cause your just as angry as I am that he exists. Now you know why, and I can't use it against you. You and me are one in the same. Dye your hair black, put on a suit, red contacts, fake fangs and horns, and BAMM, you got me. Though you have more muscle.'

'I was never angry about Zack.'

'Bull. Shit. You were pissed when you found about that little fucker. But hey, maybe his behavior is a sign he's more like you than we all thought. Just look."

I tore my eyes away from Alex against my better judgment to look into the kitchen. I expected to see Zack still sitting in the corner. Nope. He's standing on a chair that he must've pushed next to the refrigerator and was trying to open the freezer.

"Zack, no!" I said as I got up from my seat and took him off the chair. He started kicking a screaming as soon as I had him in my arms. I managed to get him back down in the seat in the corner. "Zack, what did I tell you before?"

"I want ice cream!" He yelled. "Now!"

"What's going on in here?" I turned and saw mom coming into the kitchen. Good. She's better at handling this sort of thing than I am. "I keep hearing all this screaming."

"Zack's throwing a tantrum because I said he couldn't have any ice cream," I told her. "It's too close to dinner to eat ice cream."

"Zack, what have I told you about throwing tantrums?" She said, getting down to his eye level. letting her take over, I walked out and headed upstairs, thinking about what Alex told me.

Or what I told me. Or what my anger told me. Whatever, what I just found out, shit.

Mr. Simmons did say that Alex was a manifestation of my anger a long time ago, and that to get rid of him, I would have to stop being angry. I'm not angry. I'm perfectly content with my life as it is. Sure, it's not ideal with my getting a girl pregnant, but it's better than being in juvie, balancing, selling drugs and prostituting. I sat down next to my extra-large cage in my room, and one by one, I took the rabbit out. I didn't feel comfortable with Zack having Thing One and Thing Two in his room, so they're staying in here until he's older. Duracell immediately jumped into my lap.

I'm not angry at anything or anyone. I'm not.

Well, Ralphie and Tommy, but that's a given. Otherwise, I'm good. I don't get it.

My phone beeped. I took it out my pocket and check it. JoJo sent me a text.

Up to anything Freckles?

No, just letting the rabbits exercise, why?

Just asking. Heard anything from Tommy Gun?

I haven't heard anything all summer. How's Falafel and Paprika?

They're sleeping right now. How's your girlfriend?

Good. We just found out she's having a girl.

Congrats. Wanna hang out later?

Yeah, but I can't. I'm going over someone's house in an hour. how about tomorrow?

K, tomorrow.

I closed my phone and went back to watching the rabbits. Luckily I don't have work this weekend. Mr. Kelso went out of town. Some family thing going on.

"Do you miss your family, Duracell?" I asked, halfheartedly. I never expect an answer more than her making herself comfortable where she was. "I do. I hope you don't mind me cutting this short. I want to go over and visit an old friend of mine before dark," I said, as I placed Duracell and the rest of them back in their cages. "I'll make sure to give you all a treat when I get back."

~*~V~*~

"Here it is, right here." I held the small piece of laminated paper that gave me the right to drive in front of me for my former Principal. I haven't been over to his house since he taught me how to drive. I wasn't going to come back until I got my license to show him I was paying attention. I got this little thing last weekend and I've been waiting to show him ever since. "The picture's even decent enough for me not be embarrassed. I had to take that test five times before I got it."

"Five times? Why did you have to take it that many times?" Prickly asked me. "You drove just fine when I taught you."

"The instructor has a stick up his ass. He watched every detail, and if I did one thing that wasn't according to the book, he counted that against me. But I have it now; I don't have to deal with him anymore!"

"Good. Now all you need is a car to drive and you'll be set," He said, walking out his kitchen and towards the front door.

"….Sir?" I asked, looking towards where he went. My only answer was Prickly walking right out the door. Should I follow him? I should.

I put my license back in my wallet as a followed him out the door. By the time I was outside, he was standing in front of this garage, and the door was beginning to lift open.

"Sir? What's going on?" I asked as I stood next to him. I didn't get an answer until the door was finished opening. Inside the garage were two cars, one black and one red.

"Now you're all set," Prickly said, tossing a set of keys over to me. I caught the keys and looked at them, then the cars, then the keys again.

….

Did he just…give me a car?

"….Sir, are you giving me a car?" I quietly asked.

"Yep. That's right," he said casually. "The red one's yours. I remember you saying red is your favorite color."

"….You didn't have to do this."

"I know I didn't have to. I wanted to," He said. "Think of it as an early Christmas present. You've been working hard ever since you got out of Duval, you deserve it."

"But it's used right? You didn't get me a new car. Everyone starts off with a bucket,"

"My favorite student isn't going to start off with a bucket for a car. A new one is safer. If you don't want it I can take it back, but I would hate to since I paid it in full," He told me.

"No, no. I want it. I appreciate it, sir. Thank you. It's just that it's not every day that your elementary school principal buys one of their students a car. A new car at that."

"You're welcome. Now, before you drive off, I want you to know a few things. One, it's on my insurance and under my name, so I'm trusting you to take good care of this car. Try not to get in an accident. I'd like it if you tried not to drive on certain nights, too."

"Like when?"

"New year's eve, prom night, St. Patricks day, you know, days when people in general are being stupid and the chances are getting in an accident goes through the roof. And if I ever find out you've been driving drunk I'll take the car away faster than you'll sober up."

"Got it. Use common sense. So, do you want to come with me for my first drive?"

~*~V~*~

I HAVE A FUCKING CAR. A NEW CAR!

I have to show someone. The need to gloat is too great to resist.

I pulled over and pulled out my cellphone. I texted Vince and asked him where he and the other were. they're over Spinelli's house. Perfect. Time to brag about my new, shiny red car. It took me a few minutes to drive over to her house, and I parked right in front. I honked my horn three times before getting out and waiting for them to come out. It took them a minute or two, but they came eventually.

"Like my new car?" I asked casually as a leaned against it. "It's new. Like brand new."

"Nice car! When'd you get it?" Vince asked.

"I got it today. An hour ago to be exact," I told them. "And I didn't pay a dime for it!"

"You didn't steal it, did you?" Gus asked suspiciously.

"No. Prickly gave it to me," I said.

"Prickly? Why would he give you a car?" Spinelli asked.

"'Cause I'm his favorite student. But seriously, the guy's like a second father to me. I'm not going to complain about him getting a car, though I rather he didn't waste his retirement money on me…but anyways, it's paid in full, and he doesn't want to take it back. Now, who wants a ride?"

I haven't updated in quite a while. Sorry about that. School's been holding me back.

Now, I recently received an PM asking me why I always pair TJ off with another guy, and I thought I should answer this in an author's note because I'm sure some of my followers wonder about this too. Simply put, I pair him with other guys because that's all I can do. I feel like I have more 'creative freedom' when I pair him with other guys. It's not like I don't like pairing him with Spinelli, I like the pairing a lot, and it's one of my favorites. I just think that it's so overdone, that I can't write a fic with them together without feeling like I'm copying someone else (trust me, I've tried). If I were to write a fic pairing him with a girl, it would either be with Ashley A., like somewhat in this story, or with CJ, that girl from the one episode with everyone's copy at the other school. So yeah.

Big shit will start to happen in the next chapter; I just wanted to get this one out so you all know I'm not dead. :D

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