Evil Parents of DOOM! (Final Space)

Chapter 1

(Note: I wouldn't mark this fic as mature, but it does get dark. I'd rate it T for Teen, at least).

"Gary!"

The young man flinched as his other father uttered his name in a terrifyingly guttural tone. The Lord Commander stood from his command chair, and shuffled down the steps toward him. Gary slumped in his cuffs, his eyes dropping to the ground.

"Gary, Gary, Gary. My precious son. How are we supposed to keep you safe if you keep running away?" the little alien asked, stopping directly in front of the young man.

"I'm 18. I can take care of myself," Gary insisted, suddenly overcome with the urge to struggle against his cuffs. The two guards flanking him continued to hold fast to his arms. In the end, it was no use. He couldn't escape.

A small, soft hand touched his cheek. "Gary, the only thing your father and I whole-heartedly agree on is that we need to keep you from harm," the Lord Commander announced softly.

Gary wanted to imagine, just for one micro-second, that his pop was back to his normal self. "I know, but..."

The hand suddenly reached up to grasp one of his locks of blond hair, yanking hard enough to bring Gary's head up. The young man found himself looking into the furious golden eyes of Jack Goodspeed, the man he was once proud to call 'pop.'

"You do not need to be HAPPY to be kept safe, Gary. Take him to his room, and do NOT let him escape again – or your heads will roll," the Lord Commander vowed.

Gary watched his other father turn away, dismissing him without another word.

***

"This is for your own good, son," the Lord Dictator announced, his face betraying absolutely no emotion as Gary was forced onto the ship. His husband, the Lord Commander, stood at his side.

"You're locking me up on the Galaxy One for 5 whole years? Without anyone else for company? I'll go crazy!" Gary yelled, struggling to get free from his cuffs. It was rather ironic that the only time the couple seemed to get along nowadays was when they were trying to take away their son's freedom. Usually they were too busy running their undoubtedly evil empire, or arguing furiously, to pay much attention to Gary.

"Don't be so dramatic," the Lord Commander said. "This isn't the first time you've been on this ship, Gary."

"Yeah, with people to keep me company," the heir complained, remembering the guards, his nanny, and his professor. Miss. Withers had disappeared shortly after his return the first time, replaced by the Professor Bitters when he was sent away again at 13. The intellectual man had been executed for teaching some rather 'controversial' things that spoke out against the empire.

"You claim to be an adult, but you still whine like a spoiled child," the Lord Dictator sudden snapped. All eyes were drawn the tall, intimidating figure. "Perhaps 5 years is not enough time to curb your adolescence."

"Gary, this is only temporary," the Lord Commander proclaimed, in a soothing tone. "Once your father and I open a hole to Final Space, you will be the first person exposed to the energy. You will have POWER beyond your wildest dreams!"

"And you will finally take your rightful place as our heir!" the Lord Dictator proclaimed.

"I don't want any of that. Not if it means hurting people!" Gary yelled back, his eyes tearing up.

"Don't worry, son. Five years will pass by in an instant," the Lord Dictator stated.

"You'll have plenty of time to think about your actions. Oh, and before I forget, KVN here is going to be your deep space insanity avoidance companion," the Lord Commander insisted, waving his hand.

A bumblebee-colored robot floated up the ramp to hover in front of him. "Hi, Gary! We're going to be great friends!" the round bot cheered.

"I hate you already. I hate ALL OF YOU!" Gary screamed, even as he was dragged forcibly into the bowels of the ship.

"Welcome back, Gary."

"I hate you as well, H.U.E.!"

***

"We could just have him killed, and make a new one," the Lord Dictator proposed, as they watched the ship ascend into the atmosphere.

The Lord Commander's head snapped to the side, his eyes narrowed and murderous. "That is our SON! You will order no such thing!"

"It was just a suggestion, husband," the Lord Dictator commented, making his way back inside.

"It was a horrible suggestion. I loathe you, John Goodspeed," the Lord Commander growled, baring his teeth in his anger.

"If you were not my husband, I would have had you executed years ago," the human informed him, leaning down to fix his mate with a fierce glare.

"I feel the same way!" the Greytrexian replied, glaring right back at him.

The contest of wills concluded the way it always did between the two lords – in a sudden embrace that ended in one of their bedrooms. For all their mutual hatred of each other, some part of them remembered that they were once very much in love.

***

Next Chapter: Avocato and little Cata make an appearance five years later.