Eleven Years Later

A lot of things have happened, a lot of things have changed, over the past Eleven years the Forged Bond Benji and Amy had, had grown stronger with each passing day. They had watched Jagger take a new light on things, He had stopped asking about his father, Benji and Amy thought it better to just leave it be until the time was right.

They sat together on the Porch of their home on the quiet Country Side of North Carolina, The warm September sun filled the porch with a Golden Tint, The Thirty-three year old Benji wrapped his arm around his Thirty-six year old bride, The two had married about Five years ago with the Ten Year Old Jagger was the Ring Bearer. Benji leant to Amy, Her hair slowly begun to fade out of the Bright Auburn Color it was and back into the simple shade of Blonde, He kissed her cheek lightly moving towards her soft lips as she turned her head in towards him.

Two pounding Foot steps on the Front Step of the Porch was enough to break the kiss up, with a hint of Redness in her cheeks Amy looked at her Fifteen year old son. He stood at Five Eight with the same Jet Black hair he shared with the two man that long ago had to fade into one. He had with him a Teenage Girl, her blonde hair rode gently down past her shoulders, His hand was interlaced with her holding her tightly as he faced his parents.

"Mom, Dad, This is Mel" Benji replied looking to his Parent then to Mel, Benji sat hesitant, Jagger had begun to call him Dad Seven Years ago but it still wasn't right to him, He stood up walking towards the two Teenager extending his Hand to Mel, She shook his hand and smiled, "Jagger told me about the band you used to be in" Mel replied, "Oh did he" Benji replied raising his eyebrow to Jagger who inturned shook his head in agreement. "Mel's a Good Singer, Dad, If we ever start the Band up again, Maybe she could join" Jagger answered with a Begging look in his eyes.

"That's a good Idea" Amy interjected smiling to Mel. "It is?" Benji asked running his hand through his hair, "Yea it is" Amy replied standing up and wrapping her arm around his waist, "So It will be just like it used to be?" Jagger asked with a Hopeful look on his Face. Benji's heart sunk deep into his chest, He swallowed hard and turned towards Jagger, "No, No it won't be" He replied in a forceful voice.

"What do you mean it won't be, You'll have your band back, You'll be able to walk to the Street and sign Autographs again, You can sing all the songs you wrote, It will be like it was before you guys broke up" Jagger stated just as Forcefully as Benji had, "We didn't break up, We stopped we had a Damn Good reason to stop" Benji said, "Trent said you guys broke up when I was Two years old" Jagger shot back, "There was a Reason behind it,"  Benji replied, "Then what was it" Jagger asked growing angry, "Don't worry about it" Benji answered walking into the house and shutting the door behind him.

Amy looked at Jagger with a Worried stare and then towards Mel, "Maybe I should Go" Mel stated, walking backwards, "I'll call you later" She called as she started down the street. Jagger opened the door to go inside the house, Amy quickly shut it and stared at her son, "I have to tell you something" She replied quietly. "What?" He asked at this point ready for anything, "Not yet, Later on I promise" Amy said opening the door and watching as Jagger stepped inside the house she shut the door and quickly ran up the steps to the Room she and Benji shared.

He sat their with an old Black and Red Stratocastor Bass by his side, Deryck's Guitar, He had begun to play it when he gave Jagger his Guitar, "Benji" Amy said walking into the room, He looked up, his blue eyes clouded Gray, "We have to tell him" She replied stepping towards the bed and sitting next to him, "I know" Benji replied moving the Guitar further from them and laying down, "Whatever happens, its not your fault" Amy replied as he shook his head. 

Benji stood up and walked towards the Bedroom Door pushing it open and stepping out into the Hallway, Visions flowed through his mind of all the times when Jagger was younger that Benji would sit in this Hallway and watching him crawl around, not knowing of the world around him and only caring about what lay next to him. Breathing deeply he turned to look over his shoulder at his Wife of Eight Years so had slowly begun to follow him. Benji stopped at the Pale Oak door putting his hand up to it and waiting, he leant his head in to rest on the door as he awaited Amy's touch on his arm.

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