Friday Barnes one shots

Missy and Oliver 9

Ian opened the door of the apartment.

Missy stormed in, pushing past him and throwing her jumper over the back of the couch.

Oh boy.

He had no idea what this was about, but it certainly wasn't looking good.

Oliver stood nervously next to Friday, who had picked both of them up from Highcrest.

Ian stepped aside and let them in.

"Thank you." Oliver muttered and he walked past quickly.

Ian frowned at Friday who shrugged, looking nervous.

Missy was standing behind a chair at the kitchen table, arms crossed. Oliver had sat down next to her and was playing with the draw strings of his hoodie nervously.

This was a full on interrogation.

He was not prepared.

"Sit." Missy demanded.

Ian blinked. "What?"

She raised her head a little, holding eye contact. "Sit."

Ian walked over. "Listen. I don't know what this is about, but you do not speak to me that way."

Missy stared at him. "Ok. Sit, please."

Ian reluctantly sat.

Missy glared at Friday. "You too."

Friday took the seat next to him.

Missy had never, never, spoken to him this way before.

Something was very wrong, and no matter how mad he was at her for being so blatantly rude, he would let her explain before he got too angry.

Missy pulled a folded piece of paper from the back pocket of her jeans and tossed it across the table to him.

Ian looked at her, then opened the pages and read them.

"Shit."

Friday, who hadn't made any movements, grabbed the pages from him.

"How did you-"

Missy cut her off. "I was doing a friend a favour. I thought I'd send them in as a joke."

Ian frowned. "Why were you sending DNA samples to be tested?"

He could have sworn Missy rolled her eyes at him.

Ian was so close to snapping. He had raised her better than this. She did not act this way. She had never acted this way.

"I told you. I was doing my friend a favour."

Ian took a deep breath. "Ok. Why did this require sending DNA samples to be tested?"

Missy narrowed her eyes.

"Don't change the subject." She said, calling him out. "Why does it say we're related?"

Ian glanced at Friday, who had gone very pale.

Missy and Oliver exchanged a look.

"We just want you to tell us what's going on." Oliver said in a much calmer, much quieter tone. He took Missy's arm and tried to pull her into a chair.

Missy didn't move.

Friday looked at Ian. "Do we-?"

Ian's eyes fell onto his daughter.

He knew her better than anybody else in the whole world.

She was standing with her legs slightly apart, arms crossed and back ridged.

It was a sharp contrast to her usually casual manner.

He locked eyes with her. He could see how distressed she was.

"Yes. We tell them." He decided.

Friday sighed. "Listen. We were planning to tell you. But we just didn't know when..."

She trailed off. Missy and Oliver stared at her expectantly.

Friday started again.

"As I'm sure you know," she said looking at Missy. "Your dad and I were together for most of our teenage life."

"All of it, actually." Ian said.

Missy glared at him for interrupting. He backed off.

"Both Aunt Melanie and I have told you that we broke up when we were 17 but that's not entirely true." Friday said, taking Oliver's hand across the table.

"So what is true?" Oliver asked, staring at Ian.

Ian felt extremely uncomfortable. He never knew how intense an 11 year old's stare could be.

What unnerved him even more is how sharp the recognition hit him. That was his stare. He had given it to his own father many times when he was younger.

"We stayed together until we were 20 and 21." Friday confessed, "that's when I got pregnant."

Oliver's jaw dropped, but he didn't say anything.

"When we found out, we panicked. We had no idea what we were going to do with...twins."

Missy smacked her hands on the table. "So you just decided to pick your favourite and go?"

Ian and Friday glanced at each other.

"OH MY GOD" Missy yelled. "Oh my god. This is unbelievable."

She ran a hand through her hair, staring at a burn on the table.

"We didn't just pick our favourite and call it a day." Ian said. "It took months for us to decide what we were going to do."

Friday nodded.

Ian watched Missy pace the length of the table. "We couldn't support both of you. Friday took Oliver and went with Melanie and I took you. It was the best of a bad situation."

Missy stopped pacing and stared at him in horror. "A bad situation?"

She asked the question so calmly, but her whole body reacted to his words.

Ian's heart stopped for a moment. It sounded so much worse than it was.

"No- not a bad situation, just-"

He reached out and took her hand. She pulled it away violently.

"Don't, touch me." She whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Malissa. I didn't mean it like that-"

She gave a defiant sniff staring him dead in the eye. "Sorry to be such a burden."

She grabbed her jumper from the back of the couch and all but ran from the apartment, slamming the door.

Oliver stood up slowly, "I. I need some air."

He grabbed his bag from the floor and walked quickly into the hallway, shutting the door quieter.

Ian rubbed a hand over his face fighting hard not to cry, positive that he had just single handedly shredded his relationship with his daughter. And maybe even his son.