(Notice: in this fanfic, Alfred is in his middle-aged younger years, around the period he was when he played Jimmy.)
"Did you forget anything y/n?" yelled your mother from another room. You and your roommates had finally finished several long years of college, and it was time you got on with life and moved out of the house you all rented the last two years of university.
"No, mom, I've got everything...for the one-millionth time." You said under your breath.
It was the last day of college for you, and you had just finished your major at the top of your class. Although your family begged you to pursue a career in the medical field, your passion has always been in theatre and drama. You can hear what your father always says in your thoughts. "Acting will get you nowhere in life; you'll be unsuccessful and poor the rest of your life." Yeah, that always hurts your soul a bit each time you think of that horrid sentence, but you persisted anyway, and here you were, at the end of your college days, with absolutely nothing planned. Maybe your father was right.
Your mom helps you bring the last of your things back to your truck, where your father was impatiently waiting for you to finish moving out of your rented house. "I know your father isn't happy y/n, but I want you to know that I am extremely proud of you, and even though your father may not seem it, he truly is." She said kindly.
You gave your mom a half-assed smile, but you were grateful to hear some kind words from your family for once. "Thanks, mom; I love you." You said.
Finally, you put the last of your things in the bed of your pickup, and you get in your car. It was a long 3-hour car ride home to Pasadena, California. Not a word was said throughout the car ride home.
When you and your parents arrived home, it was almost dark, and you were exhausted. "I can grab everything," you said to your parents. "I need some alone time if you wouldn't mind." You kept your eyes diverted from your father's angry eyes. The last box, which seemed to be the heaviest, was eventually put away in your room, which happened to be on the top floor. You fly onto your bed and turn to look at the time 11:36. A loud sigh slips from your mouth. Within minutes, you're out cold on your bed, shoes, and everything still on.
You wake to a loud banging on your bedroom door, it's your mother, who was very unhappy. "Y/n if you don't get up right this second, I swear to... augh, just get up now!" you hear her storm down the stairs. You sit up in bed and rub your eyes.
"What could have possibly happened now?" you mumble to yourself. Reluctantly you get up and head downstairs to face up to any commotion you may have caused in the 9 hours you've been home. Both your parents have nasty expressions sitting on their faces. Whatever you did, it looked to be very bad.
In the hand of your father was a paper that said,
To whom it may concern,
The actions of y/n l/n require immediate processing at Pasadena jail.
This will take place Friday, June 17, 2022, at 2:00 pm
If the person in question is unavailable to attend on the date above, rescheduling will be required, and notice of cancelation 48 hours in advance.
Best wishes,
Pasadena Jail
"Want to tell me what this is about y/n, hmm. And do tell me why the date says you have to be there IN TWO DAYS?" your father barked. A ping of nerve could be felt racing down your spine. You knew exactly what this was about. During the last month of college, you and your roommates had broken into a car late one night, all very drunk. You bite your lip, preparing yourself for a massive backlash from your parents. You take a deep breath and ready yourself to come clean.
"Uh, well... one night during the last month of university, my roommates and I got a little drunk, and... we broke into a car." You said nervously, "but we didn't steal anything!" you said more positively.
To your surprise, your father's posture relaxed. He crossed his arms and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his eyes. "Y/n, what the hell were you thinking?" he said. Your parents were unusually calm about the situation at hand. You clenched your jaw in hopes they might not punish you harshly. To your relief, they gave you no punishment, according to your father; going to the jailhouse was punishment enough.
The day arrived, and you were to speak to the detectives about your actions, with your roommates right alongside you. It was decided that a court case would take place later that week. Two options presented themselves. Option 1: pay the hefty fine and stay out of jail. Or option 2: don't pay the fine and go to prison for two months for your crime. As you explained your situation to your parents, option one seemed better. Both mom and dad agreed to attend your court case. Knowing they would be hearing your explanation as to why you did what you did made you anxious, yet the fact that your parents even wanted to listen to your story gave you some relief.
Pacing back and forth in your room, you try to calm your nerves. You look at your watch; 1:00 pm; you'd be leaving any minute now. "Y/n, it's time you go; I hope you're ready for this." You hear your mom yell from the bottom of the stairs. You stand tall, fix your jacket, and walk down the stairs with a confident attitude. Your mother raised a brow at this sudden confidence but thought best she go with the flow.
Forty-five minutes go past quickly as you drive to the courthouse in the next city. Your father pulls into the parking lot and finds a parking spot. They get out, but you stay in the car. Trying your best to remain calm and collected, you focus on your breathing and then muster the courage to step out of the vehicle. Some people gathered outside the courthouse; your father says those are the people who have been called to jury duty.
You roll your eyes, "Great!" obvious sarcasm.
You glance at the group of people waiting to come in, but it's just a group of people to you. But wait, you did a doubletake. A face caught your eye. One man stood out from the rest; a tall, middle-aged man had locked his eyes on you. You did not know why, but something about him latched your attention on him. You kept walking, but you could feel the glare of the tall, suspicious man still on you. Something about him felt familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it. You were led up the front entrance stairs, and just before walking through the tall double doors, you take one look back. He was as still as a pillar and as big as a giant. You locked eyes with the man just as the doors closed behind you.
It was time you faced your punishment. With the man lurking in the back of your mind, you prepare for your trial.
"Lord help me." You whispered under your breath.
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The Foreigner
FanfictionA face caught your eye. One man stood out from the rest; a tall, middle-aged man had locked his eyes on you. You did not know why, but something about him latched your attention on him. You kept walking, but you could feel the glare of the tall, sus...
