A New Beginning | By : rebekahgarton Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I did not create 21 Jump Street, nor do I make any money from my writing. I own nothing but a healthy interest in boys who love boys and a sweet vintage pinup of Peter Deluise. Please don't sue me. |
They had made some headway, driving straight through for about four hours when he noticed Clavo starting to squirm in his seat. "Hey buddy, I think it's time for a pit stop." He pulled over at the first gas station he saw, steering the large truck over to the nearest pump. Clavo didn't even wait for Doug as he unbuckled his seat belt and bolted from the cab, running as he disappeared into the restroom. Doug just laughed at the sight as he started the gas pump and followed behind, badly needing to use the restroom himself. When they finished up, Doug paid the attendant for their gas, also grabbing a few drinks and some snacks for Clavo. They reentered the truck, now ready to hit the road again. Clavo reached over and clicked on the radio as they pulled back onto the highway, smiling as he heard a song he liked. The little boy began to sing along with the radio, munching on pretzel sticks between verses. Doug heart began to swell at the sound of Clavo's happiness. He really was an amazing kid, losing most of his family to the fighting in El Salvador, leaving his mother behind to move halfway across the world to live with what had been a virtual stranger at the time. But he had adjusted well, easily learning English and adjusting to the differences of life in America. Things were very different for him here and Doug had done everything he could to make sure that Clavo got to enjoy being a child, in a way that he himself never had. He reached over and ruffled the boy's hair as he started to sing along with him. "Life is a highway, I wanna drive it all night long. If you're going my way, I wanna ride it all night long." They laughed as the song ended, changing over to some horrible dance beat that made Doug cringe, but Clavo seemed to like it. He danced a little in his seat, still munching on his pretzels as he took a big gulp from his bottle of apple juice. Doug just smiled as we watched his nephew. He honestly loved the kid, he couldn't help it. He shook his head a little at the thought, still not quite believing the way his life had changed. If someone had told him five years ago that he, bad ass Doug Penhall, would one day be a single father, he probably would have arrested them for possession. But here he was, raising this little boy on his own. He began to twist his wedding ring around his finger absentmindedly. Marta. He sighed at the thought of his late wife. Though he had truly cared for her, he had admitted to himself long ago that he had married her mainly out of guilt, wanting to protect her from being sent back to El Salvador. But in the end, it hadn't helped. The government had deported her, all but signing her death certificate by sending her back to the war torn country. She had disappeared almost as soon as she arrived. Doug had tried to forget her, but the guilt had eaten away at him for months. He had finally made the decision to go find her, traveling to El Salvador. But he had been too late to save her. She had been buried mere days before his arrival. But her life had not been in vain. She had brought Clavo to him and he thanked her every day for it. They drove on for another few hours, Clavo singing and chattering away. He was starting to wear down and had begun to doze off in his seat when he turned to Doug. "Uncle Doug, do you think I'll like it at our new house?" he asked, yawning a little bit. Doug turned to the boy. "You'll love it, I promise. You'll have a nice big room and there is a park right down the street. Plus, I heard that they have a really good school with a great little league team." Clavo yawned once more as he replied. "That's good. I liked my old team a lot. Will you be our coach again?" "Not sure buddy, we'll just have to wait and see. Why don't you close your eyes for a while, you're looking pretty sleepy." Clavo didn't need to be told twice. He just nodded as his eyes closed and he drifted off to dream of a big house and new friends. Doug pulled his sweatshirt off the back of his seat and draped it over the sleeping boy. He glanced down at the map, seeing that they were only about three hours away now. He smiled, more than ready to be done with this trip. He began to feel a little anxious, wondering if his promise to Clavo could be kept. He didn't really know much about the new town, other than what his friend had told him. But he knew he had a job waiting for him and that had been enough. Doug wondered what it would be like, working a regular job for the first time since he was seventeen. He didn't really have any skills that weren't related to law enforcement. He had graduated from the academy at 19, getting assigned to Jump Street the following year. He smiled as he recalled his first day at the chapel, meeting Jenko and Judy for the first time, Harry and Tom being assigned to the unit shortly after. Jenko had been one of a kind, the kind of man that marched to the beat of his own drummer, no matter how off key it may have been at times. He had become a father figure for his young officers and they had all been devastated by his death. They had become a family by then, and Jenko's death had only solidified that status. Even when the program had been shut down, and they had been scattered around the force like the misfits they were, they had remained close. But when the program was reformed and revamped, they had had to contend with a new Captain and they had all had a hard time accepting the new authority figure. But in time, they had come to accept Captain Adam Fuller into their group, never really as a father figure as Jenko had been, but as more of a cranky uncle. It had been an amazing time in his life, full of excitement and fun and occasionally pain. He thought back to Harry's shooting, Judy's rape, and Tom's arrest. Harry and Judy had bounced back from their respective incidents relatively unscathed, but even after his release, Tom had never seemed to fully recover from the trauma of his false imprisonment. Publicly, he acted like he was fine, but in private, he was a wreck. He had confided in Doug, telling him his doubts about what he was doing. He never really regained the passion he once had for the law, it had become painfully obvious near the end. But no one had really expected him to just pick up and leave, not only abandoning his job but his friends and family. His own mother didn't even know where he had gone at first. He had just disappeared, leaving behind only his badge, his gun, and the furniture in his apartment. Doug had felt so betrayed at the time, not able to grasp that his best friend was really gone. But Clavo had provided enough of a distraction that he had been able to push the thoughts of his partner from his mind. It had been over a year since it had happened, though it seemed so much longer. Like another life really. But now, that period of his life was over. He looked forward to the future that lay before him, full of new possibilities and opportunities for him and his little boy.
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