Characters: Jess Latener, Mother Maria Lane, Dee.
Setting: Before the manga, and Vol. 6, Act 18.
Summary: Jess never had kids of his own, but he did have a son.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Found’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Jess Latener had never married; there’d been plenty of women in his life, but somehow it had never worked out. The ones interested in settling down with him were never the ones he could see himself having a long-term relationship with, and the few he felt he could be happy with for the rest of his life weren’t looking for anything permanent.
By the time he was thirty he’d more or less given up hope of meeting someone special, getting hitched, and raising a family, which was a shame because he thought it might have been good to have a kid, maybe more than one. But he was a cop; his career had to come first. He’d spoken to his captain about his ambition to be a detective; he’d be among those from his precinct sitting the exam in a few months’ time, so maybe staying single was for the best.
Then one day on patrol he’d found something unexpected; a newborn baby, dumped in an alleyway and left to die. He did the only thing he could, picked the baby up, wrapping him in his own uniform jacket, but the moment he looked into the boy’s startlingly green eyes, some part of him was irrevocably stolen away by the tiny, defenceless scrap. This wasn’t his child, but the boy was the closest he’d ever get to a son, and Jess silently vowed to do whatever he could to protect him.
He was in no position to take in an abandoned baby though; the boy would need more than he could provide, but he knew of someone who would care for him, and raise him if his parents couldn’t be located.
Mother Maria Lane hadn’t hesitated, her orphanage was the perfect place for an unwanted child and she’d willingly accepted the baby. Jess could have just walked away then and there, gotten on with his own life, but at the same time he couldn’t. He visited every day, sometimes bringing gifts, and watched the boy grow. It didn’t matter that they weren’t related by blood; Dee was his child, and Jess did the best he could to help raise him.
As he lay dying, looking up into Dee’s eyes, Jess knew he’d done the right thing. This young man was his legacy, perhaps the one thing he’d truly gotten right amidst all his mistakes. He couldn’t have been more proud.