|A Shadow of a Memory
Author: OceanTiger13 PM
"J frowns. A shadow of a memory is tugging at the back of his mind, of a sandy beach, a hot, summery day, and a tall, tall man standing in front of him." From MIB III: J's thoughts as K encounters his younger self. Drabble. Spoilers. Rated K for K, who's always at the top of his game.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 322 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 1 - Published: 07-13-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8318502
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A Shadow of a Memory
Agent J watches from behind the sand dunes as a silver truck pulls up on the beach and a little boy slides out onto the sand: maybe four or five years old, with a pudgy face and the same dark afro J remembers having as a kid.
K turns, and J doesn't have to see his face to know surprise is written on it.
"Hey, kiddo," K says, carefully standing between the kid and the rest of the dunes, where the guard's body lies.
"Hi," the boy mumbles in a soft, shy voice. "Where's my daddy?"
J can barely make out K's voice, and the pain in it: "Your dad…he has something important to do right now. But I told him I'd take care of you in the meantime."
A shadow of a memory is tugging at the back of his mind, of a sandy beach, a hot, summery day, and a tall, tall man standing in front of him.
That's when K pulls the watch out of his pocket: old, grand and silver, and puts it gently into the little boy's hands.
"Your daddy asked that I give you this," K smiles.
"Thank you," mumbles the boy.
"Would you like to take a walk, kiddo?"
The boy nods, gripping Agent K's hand with his small fingers, the chain of J's father's watch dangling from his hand.
J feels a sharp something in his chest.
Because…K knew all along that his father was a good man after all.
Because his father has been dead all these years and J never knew anything about it.
Because he knows now why K doesn't like to get attached.
But, most of all, because K has taken the shadow of a memory in the back of his mind and cast it into the Florida sunlight.