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Father of the Year; Kirk is going to get even with Lars. Het.
Topic Started: July 3, 2007, 9:40 pm (14,633 Views)
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Cecily can do anything. I'm sure she'd try to climb Mt. Everest if she knew Mr. Cliff would give her bass lessons at the top. James is being reasonable and Kirk is being helpful. Emily is being compliant and whippable to the kid, which is brilliant. I love the way you can bring your characters out and give them life and realistic qualities. Single mom working with a kid to take care of, doesn't know who the father is. An Unlikely figure taking on the job, and doing a damned good job of loving, caring and nurturing a little girl that he barely even knew. That's human compassion and love at its Finest. I can't wait for more.
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Kristen- I'm glad you like the characters. Kirk's a darling. I love writing prissy Kirk. He's a dear, he's sexy hot, and I just want to have tea with him. :)

Shayi- I'm happy you like my story. I hope that Cecily isn't acting too bratty, but stories where the kids are always perfect all of the time used to irritate me. I was kind of a brat when I was a kid. :lol:
Anyway, Cecily's a dreamer.

Edgirl- Sorry I don't know your name. I'm thrilled you think the characters are realistic. For more drama I tend to exaggerate them so I'm stoked that they still seem real. :dance I know that Lars and Cliff both seem to be a little bipolar at times. I'll have to work on that.


This chapter got long. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to be that long. The first 3 pages I felt flat. It's just mindless banter really. I had a diet coke and then just went on a
writing binge. The diet coke somehow made it into the story too. :blush: anyway, I could have ended this chapter way sooner, but I didn't. It does jump around a bit. My sincerest apologies for that.
This story could go in 2 drastic directions, and I'm not sure which one to take. One, might lengthen the story a bit and get a little too crazy, but damn, I'm not sure what to do, and I can't ask y'all or else I might give something away. :(


enough psychobabble!!! Onward!!



Chapter 45- Ramblings and Reunions


“Everyone is staring at me,” Emily whined as she got out of the car at the airport parking lot.

“How could they not?” retorted James. “Your boobs are practically falling out of that dress. Mr. James likey though. You know, if you aren’t really down with Burton, I’m always available on Fridays and Saturdays. Those are Claudia’s longest work days.”

“That will be quite alright James,” replied Emily, blushing. She pulled the flimsy sheer piece of fabric that Kirk had selected to be her evening wrap tightly around her chest area. “This is one of the stupidest things that I’ve ever done,” she moped. “I’ll only be making a spectacle out of myself, wearing this prissy evening dress with all it’s frills and tomfoolery!”

“I think that everyone is staring at you because you look so pretty Miss Emily,” Cecily replied.

“No, it’s because normal people don’t parade around in prom dresses at the airport!” groaned Emily. She shivered, for Kirk’s dingy little evening wrap was like pissing in the ocean. It had absolutely no function keeping her warm.

“I’m sorry to break it to you babe,” said James as he rolled out of the car. “But none of us here are exactly normal.”

“I’m a perfectly normal little girl,” said Cecily. “Well, except for just one little thing,” she sighed wistfully. “I don’t have a father.”

“And you like Cliff,” added James. “I don’t know any other five-year-olds that dig Cliff. Actually, I don’t know anybody who digs Cliff.”

Cecily frowned. “I’ll always be a freak,” she went on. “Isadora, Caroline, and Amanda always picked on me for not having a Dad. Now I’ll never ever have one, I’ll always be an outcast.” She fell back into a spasm of coughs. She really should have been at home recovering still.

“Join the club,” said James. “Kirk here used to get the shit beat out of him everyday in high school.”

“I sure did,” chirped Kirk.

“He still does get the living shit knocked out of him,” James went on. “Every fucking day.”

“Hey!” Kirk squawked.

“Children!” Emily cut in. “Can we stop squabbling and get this whole charade over with? I’d hate for Cliff to board his flight while we’re off screwing around in the parking lot. Plus we should get Cecily inside. This frigid air isn’t good for her cough.”

“Oh I’m fine Miss Emily,” Cecily breathed. “I have you with me. I’ve never dreamt in a million years that such a beautiful lady would ever be so kind to me.” She took Emily’s hand, practically worshipping her as they stepped inside the busy airport.

“Cecily, you do know how to charm people,” Emily returned.

“Ass kisser,” James muttered. “So now what the fuck do we do? It’s a huge-ass airport. How in the hell do we find Cliff?”

“We could make a big sign out of poster board and crayons?” Kirk suggested.

“Hmmm, it’s a little late for that,” said Emily.

“We could have him paged over the loud speaker,” suggested James. “Remember when we did that for you Kirk? We were at the San Francisco Zoo and we lost Hamster over by the, what the fuck was it?”

“The sea otters,” Kirk answered.

“We couldn’t find the little fucker anywhere, and we had a sound check in like ten minutes,” James went on. “So Lars had him paged over the loud speaker in front of everyone.”

“But Lars had also told them to announce that it was the IRS coming to get me for tax evasion,” said Kirk. “I was so frightened that I ran out of the zoo screaming. I didn’t even get to see the tigers, or ride the elephant.”

“We certainly don’t want Cliff fleeing the airport screaming,” said Emily. “Do you know which airline he’s on?”

“His rich aunt bought the ticket,” mused James. “She’s fucking loaded. No one knows what she does for a living. She never goes to work, and has no husband or kids. She spends all of her money on Cliff. I’d assume that she put him on a rich person airline.”

“I don’t think that there’s an airline designated just for rich people James,” said Emily. “I don’t think Rich Person Airways exists. Boy it’s a good thing that you guys aren’t detectives.”

“Well if you’re such a hot shot, you find him,” quipped James.

Emily looked thoughtful.

“Well there can’t be that many flights to San Francisco that leave at noon. Let’s check the monitors and see if we can find it,” she suggested. Finally, they were getting somewhere.

As they headed towards the bank of monitors they were stopped by a nosy onlooker.

“My, my,” he declared looking at Emily and Cecily. “You two gals are sure dressed up to the nines. Are you going to a wedding perhaps?”

“We’re going to pick up a very special friend,” Cecily replied. “His name is Cliff.”

“Well then Cliff is sure a lucky guy to have two beauties such as you ladies coming to pick him up,” replied the onlooker. He looked over at Emily. “You’re daughter is a sweetie,” he said.

Emily turned red. She was about to correct him when Cecily piped up instead.

“Isn’t my Mummy beautiful?” she sighed. She grinned and looked up at Emily.

“Cecily!” Emily scolded.

“And not only is she the most beautiful mother in the world, but she’s also the best,” added Cecily.

“I’m not your mother Cecily,” Emily replied. “I’m sure that Claudia wouldn’t like the talk that’s coming out of your mouth right now.”

“She doesn’t like me anyways,” Cecily shrugged.

“She likes you sometimes,” added James with a wink at Cecily.

“I’d much rather have Miss Emily for a mother,” whined Cecily as she buried her face in Emily’s stunning aqua blue dress. “I don’t have a father. What if we can’t get Mr. Cliff back? Then I won’t have him either. Can’t I at least have a loving mother?”

***

“Flight 709 nonstop to San Francisco will now board first class passengers,” the flight dude finally, finally, finally announced.

Cliff wasted no time grabbing his coat, bass, and duffel bag, and made his way into the line to board the plane. He could just smell Aunt Josephine’s vineyard: the sweet smell of the sun beating down on the grapes, the hey from the horse stables, the fresh pot that she grew, and the chimichangas with the dipping sauces that he liked.

“Within hours I’ll be there,” Cliff sighed. “I’ll be there in her swanky guest suite with a triple sheeted bed with shit loads of pillows, and a view of the hills.”

Cliff handed his boarding pass to the flight dude, who in return, handed Cliff his ticket stub. Cliff glanced down at the stub. “Goodbye Cecily, Goodbye Emily,” he murmured. “Goodbye Metallica.”

Once he was on the plane, Cliff started the tedious task of storing away his bass in the overhead compartment. The fucker just wouldn’t fit.

“God damn it!” he muttered as he roughly tried to slam the door to the overhead bin shut.

“You should have checked that through,” said the rather annoyed flight attendant. “I can tag it and have them put it under the plane with the other luggage.”

Cliff whirled around and glared at her.

“Would you check your daughter through?” he demanded.

“No,” replied the flight attendant.

“Well then I ain’t checking my bass through,” Cliff snarled.

“I can see if there’s anywhere up front to store your guitar,” offered the flight attendant.

“Yeah, that sounds like a plan,” Cliff nodded. “And it’s a bass, not a guitar.” He pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “Can I smoke in here?”

“No, you may not,” the flight attendant sighed, and went to check on storage for Cliff’s bass.

“Fucking twat,” Cliff muttered under his breath as he plopped down in his seat, holding his bass in his lap. At least Aunt Josephine had gotten him a window seat. That was always cool. Lars never let Cliff, Kirk, or even James, have the window seat. And not only was it a window seat, but it was a window seat in first class.

“Would you care for a drink Mr. Burton?” asked another flight attendant.

“I’ll have a bloody Mary,” Cliff ordered as he helped himself to the shitty selection of airline magazines. “Actually, I think that I’ll be having quite a few of them over the duration of this flight. I’m going to need it.”

***

James, Kirk, Emily, and Cecily were on a mission. They were hauling pretty good ass (even Emily in her high heels) to Cliff’s gate until…

“Oh look James!” Kirk exclaimed, as he came to a screeching halt. He tugged on James’s arm. “Joe Satriani is on the cover of Guitar God Magazine. I just have to have it!”

“No fuck,” James gasped. “That’s fucking awesome!”

James followed Kirk into the airport newsstand.

“Guys, this isn’t a leisurely shopping trip,” Emily reminded him. “We have to get to Cliff’s gate.”

“I’m sure Cliff will still be there,” replied James as he and Kirk counted up their money to see if they had enough cash on them to purchase the magazine. “He’s probably just sitting there thumping his dick anyway.”

“I’d pay good money to see that,” Emily groaned.

“Oh piffle!” Kirk wailed. “We’re fifty-six cents short of being able to buy the magazine. You have any money Cecily?”

Cecily shook her head, but she did reach down into the pocket of her pink coat. She pulled out a couple of jellybeans. “I have these,” she offered.

“I don’t think they’ll let us pay for the magazine with jellybeans,” James said as he reached for the jellybeans and popped them into his mouth.

Cecily frowned.

“Those were supposed to be for Mr. Cliff,” she retorted. “I was going to give them to him when we saw him.”

“Trust me kiddo,” said James. “Mr. Cliff is going to be wanting jellybeans from somebody else.” He gave Emily a devilish grin.

“He most certainly is not!” Emily huffed. “I will not listen to such mindless burble.” She rolled her eyes, and opened up her evening purse. “Here,” she said as she counted out change. “Just buy the fucking magazine so we can be on our way.”

“Yippee!” Kirk exclaimed with a skip as he took Emily’s change. He hugged the magazine close to his chest as if the magazine were going to grow legs and dance away from him. “Can I buy a diet coke too?” he asked, as he got in the end of a very long line at the cashier.

“For Pete’s sake Kirk!” Emily snarled as she handed him another dollar. “Just hurry.”

“Yeah Hamster,” put in James. “Shit or get off the pot.”

But Kirk had no time to shit, for a voice came on over the loud speaker.

“This is the last boarding call for flight 709 nonstop to San Francisco.”

“That’s Cliff’s flight!” Emily gasped. She yanked the guitar magazine out of Kirk’s arms, and threw it back on the rack.

“But Joe Satriani!” wailed Kirk. “And my diet coke! Lars never lets me have soda. He says that it will make me fat, and we can’t have fat people in the band.”

“Dude, Lars needs to take a look at himself sometime,” warbled James.

“Oh I know,” Kirk agreed. “He’s getting a little bit of a spare tire around his tummy.”

“And some moobs,” James added.

“Ewwww moobs gross!” exclaimed Kirk.

“Instead of Lars, we should start calling him Lard-s,” laughed James.

“Guys! This isn’t funny!” squeaked Emily. “Cliff has probably already boarded the plane. We just have to get there. I’m not doing this for me! I’m doing it for you two turds! For Metallica! Don’t you want your bassist back?”

“Fuck yeah,” said James. “Let’s go!”

“But my diet coke,” Kirk whimpered, staring at the soda machine wistfully. It was calling to him. Drink me Kirk! Please drink me! You know you want me.

“Once we get Cliff back in the band, we’ll buy you all the diet coke that you want,” James promised. “A huge ass bottle of it.”

“Really?” Kirk asked. “But I want it from the soda fountain. Fountain soda always tastes better.”

“Guys!” Emily cut in. “It’s Cecily! She’s gone! I think she took off for Cliff’s gate!”

“Oh shit,” James gasped. “Claudia will be pissed as fuck if we never find her.”

“I don’t know why,” mumbled a grumpy Kirk. “She hardly spends any time with the girl.”

“Yeah, but Cecily will take care of Claudia when she is old and feeble, and in the nursing home,” James explained.

“Come on!” Emily screeched, and began to pull on James’s arm. “We have to find them!”

***

Emily was correct. Cecily had indeed taken off running for Cliff’s gate. She wasn’t going to let Cliff get away from her. Cecily could care less about Metallica. In her mind, she hated Lars. After all, Lars had made it clear that he no longer loved her, and he had been the one to fire Cliff in the first place! She didn’t care whether or not Cliff boarded the plane, she just wanted to be with him, even if that meant going to San Francisco with him. She’d even stow herself away in the cargo area if she had to.

Cecily ran as fast as her little legs would carry her. She ran into several people, and even knocked packages out of one person’s arms.

“Watch it missy!” he yelled after her.

Cecily ran right up to Cliff’s gate. She ran right into the jetway, just yards from being on the plane itself, but someone yanked her back by the collar of her coat.

“Just where do you think that you’re going?” he demanded.

“My Dad!” Cecily cried. “My Dad is on that plane!”

“Do you have your boarding pass?” he asked.

“No, he has it,” Cecily lied. “My Dad has my boarding pass.”

“I can’t let you on this flight without one,” the man replied.

“But you can’t leave a little five-year-old girl behind in Denmark, while her Dad flies off to San Francisco,” Cecily whined.

The man looked at Cecily. She did seem well cared for dressed up in a fine dress and coat.

“Alright,” he sighed. “But go straight to your Father. I will not have you running about the flight like a savage.”

“Believe me,” replied Cecily. “I’m more than happy to go straight to my Dad.”

She took off running once again through the jetway, and right onto the plane. She ran smack into the flight attendant.

“Whoa,” she said. “Watch it little lady. You can’t be traveling alone. You’re much too young.”

Cecily ignored her.

“Mr. Cliff! Mr. Cliff!” she cried.

Cliff was on his third bloody Mary, and heavily besotted by the article that he was reading on the Nordic Mobile Telephone, a phone that people could carry along with them anywhere. “What a silly idea,” Cliff muttered. “I can’t imagine anybody using those.”

“Mr. Cliff! Mr. Cliff! Mr. Cliff!” Cecily cried.

Cliff looked up from his magazine. It couldn’t be. He was hearing things. He was hearing things and for once in his life, he wasn’t even stoned. It must be the bloody Marys kicking in.

“Cliff! Cliff!” He heard again. Cecily burst into the first class cabin looking just as adorable as could be, in a pink dress coat and tam that sat all cockamamie upon her curly head.

Cliff in a flash, threw down the shitty magazine, undid his safety belt, and got up from his seat.

“Cecily!” he gasped. He made his way into the aisle, and scooped the little girl up into his arms. Everyone on the entire plane was watching. “Oh Cecily!” he cried. “I thought that I’d never see you again!”

Cecily tightly wrapped her arms around his neck. She had found Mr. Cliff, and she was never going to let him go…
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GOAAAAALL!!! IT'S A GOAL! SCORE FOR BASS-BAG BURTON! Cecily is so freaking cute!!!! So what if she had to lie to get on the plane?!?!? She has Cliff back! I love your details, and how Kirk was being a sissy for wanting the diet coke and the magazine. And how they were taunting Lars. HUZZAHH! Cliff better be fucking stoked as all hell that he's got his little girl back. Oh, by the way. My name is Rachel, but you can call me Rae (theatre nickname) :biggrin I'm soooo digging this. I can't wait for more.
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hahahaha lars is getting moobs :lol:

yes, i can safely say that i'd love to go and have tea with little kirk. hes such a sweetie, and i can picture him getting lost at the sea otters at the zoo. awww

hooray for little cess, she straight out lied and got on the plane :lol:good on ya cecily!

i hope they can get him off that plane! DONT LEAVE CLIFF!
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Bwahahahaha Lars is fully getting ragged on while he isn't there. Somehow that amuses me far, far too much. Yes, I am prejudiced against Lars!

I loved the part where Cliff is arguing about his bass treating it like a person - great stuff.

Kirk and his soda - I love it (and yes wonderful way to get your diet coke in there :) ) I also loved the reminiscences of when Kirk went missing at the zoo. It's bits like that where you give the characters more of a background that really make this story something special. It just fleshes them out so well and makes them much more real.

Poor Emily having to shepherd James and Kirk through the airport - that girl really has her work cut out doesn't she? It seems to be like trying to look after a couple of untrained orangutans... which actually, may well be easier!

And no - Cecily isn't too bratty :P If she was perfect it just wouldn't work!

Now I'm somewhat concerned here - is the plane going to take off with Cecily and Cliff still aboard - even worse as it's a non-stop flight! I hope that they can sort this mess out!!

Fabulous update - I love coming to read this every morning. Is it possible to have an addiction to a fiction? I think it actually might be :)
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Shayi- You hit the nail right on the head with my dilemma, so I will ask you. Also Kristen seemed to hint at it to so it's not like I'm ruining a big surprise for y'all.

Should I at least get Cecily off the of plane???

Or should I have her get stuck on the plane, alone with Cliff, nonstop to San Francicsco???

The latter would be a crazy turn, and it would make this long ass story even go on much longer.

But I am at this fork in the road, and not sure which way to go. Y'all the ones reading it, so let me know which way you prefer.
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Goddamned fake outs ;)

*G* I had a feeling that that might be the case!

Umm.... my thoughts would be - take this story across the world in a crazy turn :) Yes it's long - but in all honesty, I don't care. The longer the better. So Cecily gets stuck on the plane - the rest of 'em are stuck at the airport... yeah, that's what I think!

(This is a great story and if it continues ad infinatum, I for one will be very happy!)
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Thanks Shayi!! You girls have been very good at guessing everything, not that any of this fanfic is really that unpredictable.

I'll still think about it though. It would be one hell of a pickle. I also have to stop the Victorian language that creeps into this fanfic as well.

Cecily was supposed to meet up with Cliff at the airport, not on the plane. It was the diet coke's fault. :)
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I haven't been writing any reviews, mainly because it's not something i do easily. Words are difficult for me, but i think that Cecily should have a chance to be happy. It seems to me like, the only way that's going to happen, is if they both get off the plane and try sorting stuff out. Give Cliff a chance with Emily and so on. In my opinion, tormenting the characters forever, not letting them find happiness, is something that would become a little frustrating (to me... I'm not talking about other people :biggrin ). Hope I've been helpful. :blush:
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Thanks Shayi!! You girls have been very good at guessing everything, not that any of this fanfic is really that unpredictable.

I'll still think about it though. It would be one hell of a pickle. I also have to stop the Victorian language that creeps into this fanfic as well.

Cecily was supposed to meet up with Cliff at the airport, not on the plane. It was the diet coke's fault. :)

*G* Yeah yeah blaaame the diet coke ;)

I wouldn't worry too much about the victorian language that creeps through. I think in some ways it quite suits a few of the characters. James - he's still rough, ready and speaks like a normal person, Lars you have down. I think when it creeps through with Kirk, Emily and Cecily it works. So yeah... it's all good. Somehow the more prissy one, and the other two sound fine.

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I would *love* to see Cecily happy, and Cliff too. But in an unorthadox way :biggrin
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Shayi- Thanks! All of these stressful decisions that a writer must make. :) I'm glad I had help on this one. And I'm glad you don't mind the Victorian Language. I like to read Victorian period novels, and um it's coming through in this. Actually, this fic started based on one of them.

Rae- :lol: That made me laugh. Cliff has to draw the line somewhere, and he draws it at 15. :lol: :lol: Maybe when Cecily is 10 years older.

Kristen- I'm glad you enjoyed the Lars moobs part.


Thank y'all for sticking with this fic. It means a lot.



Chapter 46- A Plan Gone Drastically Wrong

“Oh thank you Father,” Lars Ulrich greeted as he stood up off of the sofa. Lars had been chilling out on the sofa in the hotel lobby, while his father tried to talk the hotel manager into letting Metallica stay. Lars had tried earlier, and had been unsuccessful. But then again, he wasn’t a famous tennis pro.

“You boys can stay,” Torben said sternly. “But I’m still highly disappointed in you Lars. You should know better than to go about disrupting everyone and everything. Your mother and I raised you to be a kindly gentleman, not a hellion.

“It’s not my fault,” defended Lars. He rolled up the pant leg of his jeans to show a rather bruised shin. “That little brat of Claudia’s kicked me. She started it.”

“Honestly Lars, you can’t blame a little girl for all of your problems,” Torben replied. “And you never know, she might be your brat as well.”

“Nope!” Lars said happily. With a grand flourish he handed Torben the paternity test results. “That kid has nothing to do with me. I never have to see her again. I really didn’t think she was mine anyway. She’s not nearly pretty enough to be an Ulrich.”

“That will be quite enough Lars,” said Torben as he read over the results. “Learn something from this. You were lucky this time around.”

“Trust me Pa,” said Lars. “Condoms are my new best friend. I never liked them much. They ruin my sensitivity, but I’ve learned my lesson. I would much rather have to wear a condom then deal with Cecily.”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say Lars,” Torben replied. He frowned at his son. “Even though she isn’t your daughter, she’s still someone’s daughter, and a real person. She has feelings, and she’s probably feeling very upset right now because she still doesn’t have a father. Especially, since your nincompoop friends made her think that she had one.”

“Well that’s not my problem,” Lars shrugged. “Claudia needs to learn how to keep her legs together.”

“I just hope that when you break the news to Cecily, that you will be sensitive to the little girl’s feelings,” said Torben.

Lars looked down at his feet.

“Actually, she already knows. She took it well though.”

“And is that why she kicked you?” Torben asked.

Lars sheepishly looked up at his father.

“Pa,” he stated. “Why can’t you just be happy? Your son doesn’t have a daughter out of wedlock, that he isn’t ready for. I’m not a fock up. Let’s go celebrate. It’s nearly lunchtime. Let’s go have lunch. I’ll buy.”

“You don’t have to buy the lunch Lars,” Torben sighed as they headed over towards the hotel restaurant. “I do want the best for you. Having a daughter right now probably isn’t what’s best for you, but I also can’t help but wonder about the little girl. She lives with that slut and very sad excuse for a mother. She was a cute little thing. I had even, I had even-”

“What Pa?” demanded Lars, cutting him off. “What’d you do?”

“I had even went out and bought Cecilia or whatever her name is, a little girl’s tennis racket,” Torben finished.

“What!” Lars squawked, causing some guests to stare over in his direction. “Why in the hell would you do that? You were the one who told me not to buy the kid anything until we had the proof.”

“I know,” Torben answered. “It’s just that I was actually getting used to the fact that I may have a little granddaughter. I almost was going to tell your mother about her. It’s a good thing that I didn’t.”

“That’s for sure,” snapped Lars. He glared at the hostess. “Table for two please!” he snarled. “And make sure that you give us a booth!”

“Your mother would have adored her,” Torben sighed. “She’s always wanted a daughter.”

“Well I’m sorry that I was born with a dick,” Lars quipped as they followed the hostess to their table. “Can we order an appetizer?”

“Of course Lars. Your mother adores you,” Torben went on. “But I just know that she would have really liked to have had a granddaughter.”

Lars buried his face behind his menu. Was he the only one who thought that Cecily wasn’t all that cute and adorable? He didn’t want to have a kid right now, and even if he did want a kid, he didn’t want a daughter. Was there anything wrong with being relieved and happy that he wasn’t Cecily’s father?

***

Emily was feeling out breath and winded as she, James, and Kirk sprinted through the airport.

“Cecily!” they called as they ran, hoping to catch the little girl. She was five years old. What if she didn’t know how to find Cliff’s gate on her own? She’d get lost for sure. It was a huge airport, and Cecily was a very small girl.

“We’re almost there!” Emily cried. They were getting closer and closer to the gate. They were only three gates away. Just then, Kirk tripped over one of the shoelaces on his untied high top tennis shoes. He sprawled onto the hard floor with a thud, bruising both of his elbows.

“OOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!” he wailed.

A hole had been torn in the knee of his jeans, and there was some blood trickling through it. Kirk lay on the floor clutching his knee, shrieking and crying. Busy travelers all whirled around to stare and gawk at the scene.

“Come on Hamster, you godforsaken pussy!” James yelled. He offered his hand to help Kirk up off of the floor.

“It hurts James!” he cried through tears.

“Kirk, we have to get to Cliff!” said Emily. “Cry later.”

“Oh my God it hurts!” Kirk wailed loudly. “I can’t go on! I think I broke my knee.”

“Oh honestly Kirk,” James muttered. “You’re worse than Cecily. Your knee is not broken.”

“Come on Kirk,” Emily said more gently.

Kirk shook his mane of raven curls, and sniffled.

“No,” he cried. “I’ll only slow you two down. I can’t run anymore. Go on to the gate without me.”

“We can’t Kirk,’ said Emily. “Cliff needs you. You have to come with us. I promise to buy you a diet coke afterwards”

“Oh shit,” James muttered, as he pointed over towards Cliff’s gate. “There it goes! There’s no fucking point in running now.”

“Oh no!” Kirk gasped, as he wiped away his tears.

“Fuck!” James yelled as he kicked over a trash can in frustration.

The door had just shut to the jetway of Cliff’s flight. They were too damn late. And not only were they too late, but they weren’t quite sure where the hell Cecily was.

***

“Cecily!” Cliff exclaimed as he buried his face in the little girl’s hair. “What are you doing here?”

“You left me,” Cecily replied. “I couldn’t let you leave me.” She turned away to cough a little, all of the running had not been good for her lungs at all.

“I didn’t want to leave you Cecily,” Cliff returned as he took both of her hands in his.
“But Mr. Lars and I had a bit of a disagreement, and he told me that I can no longer work for Metallica, so I have to go home.”

“Was it about me?” Cecily asked in a raspy tone.

“No Cecily,” said Cliff. “It had to do with me. I have to go back to San Francisco now.”

“Oh Mr. Cliff!” sighed Cecily as she once again threw her arms around his neck. “Take me with you!”

Cecily was making this so very damn hard.

“Cecily, I can’t take you with me,” Cliff returned.

“Why not?” Cecily asked. “Don’t you love me anymore?”

“I love you lots,” Cliff replied as he straightened Cecily’s tam on her head. “It’s just that you belong to your Mom.”

“She doesn’t care about me!” shot Cecily. She paused to cough. “She never even came by once this morning to find out where I was, or even check on how I was feeling. She doesn’t love me.”

“But by law, she’s your mother and you belong to her,” Cliff explained. “I can’t just whisk you away to San Francisco with me.”

“She won’t even know that I’m gone,” Cecily pressed. She clung to Cliff even harder as he tried to stand up.

“You two!” said the flight attendant. “Your reunion is very sweet and all, but you must be seated. We’re about ready to take off.”

Cecily jumped into the seat that was next to Cliff’s. It was conveniently empty. She buckled her seatbelt. “Okay,” she said. “I’m ready. Wow. This is really nice. I’ve never ridden on a plane before.”

“And you’re not going to ride on one now,” Cliff replied. He unbuckled Cecily, picked her up, and lifted her out of the seat. He turned to the flight attendant.

“This little fucker was trying to stow away,” he told her. “She doesn’t have a seat on this flight.”

The flight attendant’s eyes went wide as she looked at Cecily, who was clinging onto Cliff as if she were hanging on for dear life.”

“You’re not traveling with your daughter?” she asked, surprised.

“She’s my goddaughter, and no, she’s not traveling with me,” Cliff said.

At that very moment, the plane started to slowly move, taxing its way over to the runway.

“Well Mr. Burton,” said the flight attendant. “She is now…”
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YES! YES YES YESYESYESYES!!! Cecily's going with Cli-iif. Cecily's going with cli-iff. HAHA! Booyah! I can't believe he was trying to pan her off! What a dick! Kirk "breaking his knee" was funny. Lars is such a dick and I agree with his daddy for once!!! I can't wait until Claudia freaks out and realizes what a BAD mother she is! UNFIT MOTHER UNFIT MOTHER! DEFAAAAX!!!!
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I'm an inspired little fucker today. So here we go!!! :dance



Chapter 47- Cecily Goes to San Francisco


“I’m sorry, but the plane has already left the gate,” announced the flight dude coyly, pleased that he could send the group of two scrotey (hey I made up another word) looking long haired metal dudes, and the harlot with the black eye away.

“We can see that,” James bitterly snapped.

Kirk with his bruised knee, gimped up to the big glass window. He pointed to the plane as if took off into the clouds. “Bye bye Cliff,” he murmured as he waved. “Does this mean that I have to share a hotel room with Yann now?”

“No,” James growled. “I am not letting that sack of scrotum shit into my band. I know Yann. He’s some boyhood croanie of Lars's. He plays bass even worse than McGovney. He probably sucked Lars’s dick or something.”

“Excuse me,” Emily said to the flight dude. “Did you by any chance see a little five-year-old girl dressed in a pink coat and hat hanging around this gate?”

“Why yes actually,” the flight dude nodded. “She was as cute as a button. She was actually in the jetway.”

“Where is she now?’ Emily asked.

“Why on the flight with her father of course,” replied the flight dude.

“You let her on the flight!” James, Kirk, and Emily gasped in unison.

“She told me that her father was on it,” the flight dude replied with a shrug.

“Well this is sure a fine kettle of fish,” James whistled. “At least I’ll get Claudia all to myself tonight.”

“How can you think of your dick at a time like this?” Claudia shrieked.

“Trust me babe,” said James. “It’s easy.”

“Whatever are we going to do?” Kirk wailed as he sunk into a chair, and put his head in his hands.

James looked thoughtful for a few minutes as he twirled one of his sun kissed blond curls around his finger. “I’ve got a solution,” he said. James strolled right up to the flight dude. “When’s your next nonstop to San Francisco?” he demanded.

“Tomorrow at noon,” replied the flight dude.

James made a face.

“Don’t you have anything that leaves today?” he asked.

“Not a nonstop.”

“Well, what do you have that would get us to San Francisco by late tonight?” asked James.

The flight dude disappeared behind his computer monitor. “The best I can do is get you guys there tomorrow early, early, morning. We have a flight to Newark, that then goes to Houston, to Denver, and then to San Francisco. It boards in about an hour.”

“Book me three seats on it,” James ordered. “And seat me next to the lady.”

“James!” Emily gasped. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Emily,” he said. “How would you like to visit the United States of America?”

“Been there done that!” snapped Emily. “James, why are we going overseas?”

“To get Cliff and Cecily of course,” replied James.

“How are you going to pay for it?” asked Kirk.

“I’m not,” said James as he took out his wallet. “I’m going to charge it to the record company. Flemming will buy it.”

“James,” said Kirk. “Three last minute tickets to the U.S. are going to cost thousands of dollars. Flemming was already getting pissy over all of the room service that we’ve been ordering back at the hotel.”

“Yeah, but this is business related. Feeding your face is not,” James said importantly. “We can’t finish the album without Cliff. Therefore, the label should pay for all of this.”

“I don’t have any luggage,” moaned Emily.

“Good. It’s less shit to get lost,” said James. “You can wear that pretty dress to the United States. I sure as hell don’t mind. It will be much warmer there anyway for you.”

“But what about my diet coke?” Kirk asked.

“You can have one on the plane,” James replied. “Lars is going to shit when we don’t show up to our three o’clock recording session. He and Yann can blow each other. We’ll be on our merry way rescuing Cliff and Cecily!”

“I can’t believe that Cecily made it onto the flight,” said Emily as she watched the flight dude prepare their boarding passes.

“Yeah,” agreed James. “I want to know how the little fucker managed to highjack herself a free seat.”

“She has lots of natural gumption,” said Kirk.

“Yeah,” nodded James. “The little shit definitely has balls. Now let’s go over to the airport bar and have a drink, shall we?”

***

"Can I have a sip of your bloody Mary Mr. Cliff?" Asked Cecily.

"No," Cliff answered.

“Can I sit by the window?" Cecily again asked.

“No Cecily, you may not,” Cliff retorted, without even looking at her.

“But I’ve never been on an airplane before,” Cecily argued.

“And you shouldn’t even be on one now,” shot Cliff.

“I really think that you should give your daughter the window seat,” piped up the person seated across the aisle from them.

“Mind your own fucking business!” Cliff snapped.

“I’ve never been out of Copenhagen,” Cecily jabbered on. “I can’t wait to see San Francisco. Are the streets paved with gold Mr. Cliff?”

“No,” Cliff snapped shortly.

“Are there beautiful maidens?” Cecily asked.

“In some parts,” said Cliff. “Cecily, the only part of San Francisco that you’re going to see is the airport. I’m putting you on another plane back to Denmark as soon as we arrive. Even if I have to pay for your ticket myself.”

“But don’t you want me around anymore?” asked a heartbroken Cecily.

“Cecily!” Cliff shrieked growing very irritated with the girl. After all, sending Cecily back to Denmark was probably going to cost him a few thousand dollars, dollars that he most certainly did not have, especially since he was now unemployed. “Do you know how irate your mother is going to be with me when she finds out about all this?”

“She doesn’t care!” retorted Cecily. “She’s probably too busy with Mr. James’s cock in her mouth right now to even notice that I’m gone.”

“Cecily, you’re getting a mouth on you!” Cliff scolded. “Quit talking like you were raised in the shipyards.”

“Why?” demanded Cecily. “You do. Plus, you’ve always told me to speak the truth, and it is the truth. My mother is a whore!”

“Stop being a smartass Cecily,” Cliff retorted coldly. “The point is, what you did was very wrong. You have no business being on this flight.”

Cecily’s eyes began to fill with tears, as she stifled a few coughs. Cliff ranted on

“Do you have any idea how much extra money you’ve just cost me? I’m going to have to pay for your flight back. I don’t have the money right now for that kind of shit! I’ll probably have to go out and get a crap job just to pay for your flight!”

“But I could cook and clean for your Aunt Josephine,” begged Cecily.

“My Aunt Josephine already has people to do that for her,” said Cliff.

Cliff tried to turn his back as much as he could in an airline seat to Cecily. He buried his face in his book.

This had not been the reunion that Cecily had imagined. She had pictured Cliff gladly taking her back to San Francisco with him. Instead, she had highly disappointed him. No wonder she couldn’t seem to find a parent to love her. She was an awful little girl.

“I’m sorry Mr. Cliff,” she said softly looking down into her lap. “It’ just that Mr. Lars got his test back, and it said that he’s not my Dad. He was so happy about it, but I’m not. I just wanted to find someone to be my Dad, and I wanted that someone to be you.”

Cliff looked up from his book, and looked down at Cecily. She looked so fucking cute in that little pink coat and hat. Emily must have rigged that up for her.

“I’m sorry for getting on the flight, and causing you so much trouble,” said Cecily, tears starting to overflow out of her eyes. She wiped them away with the back of her hand. “I just wanted to be with you is all.”

“Oh Cecily,” Cliff sighed. He just couldn’t resist her and her long brown unruly curls, and big green eyes, especially when she was crying. “We’ll work something out,” he reassured her. He leaned over and gave the little girl a hug. Her brown curls tickled his face in the process.

“Thank you Mr. Cliff,” said Cecily. She let out a few coughs. “I promise to be a good girl,” she said. “I’ll get the best marks in school, I’ll wash behind my ears, and I’ll say my prayers every night.”

“Whoa, hold it right there Cess,” said Cliff. “I didn’t say that you’ll be staying in San Francisco. I said that we’d work something out. That means that you will be going back to your Mom. I’m just not going to kick your ass first.”

“Maybe we can get her to sign me away,” Cecily sighed wistfully as she snuggled against Cliff. “Then, I could come live with you and your Aunt Josephine.”

“Maybe,” Cliff muttered. He closed his book, set it aside, and undid his safety belt.

“Where are you going Mr. Cliff?” Cecily asked.

“Get up,” Cliff instructed. “We’re going to trade seats. I’m giving you the window seat…”
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What a fucking hardass with a heart of gold. James EMily nad Kirk chasing them is interesting, and I'm happy that James is so adament about getting Cliff back. I can't believe Cliff swore so much at little Cecily and started practically yelling at her. She only wants to stay with someone who actually cares about her and be happy. Which is what's a basic want with everyone in the world. I'm happy that Cliff broke suddenly and gave her the window seat. Booyah! I'm glad you felt inspired. :heart:
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