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Opposites Collide	By : Redneckgirl Category: Individual Celebrities > Wentworth Miller Views: 2759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction in its entirety. I am not claiming these events to be true to life in any way, shape or form and do not know Wentworth Miller personally. The story itself and OC's are of my own creation and no monies are being made o

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Chapter Twenty one - How does a father figure, figure?
Wentworth’s POV.
‘I really loved meeting your parents sweetie, thank you for bringing me’ AJ says to me, hugging my arm and kissing my cheek as we sit in huge traffic jam attempting to enter New York again, pretty similar to the one that delayed us on our way over yesterday.
‘And they really loved meeting you too. To quote my mother, and this is exactly what she said, ‘she’s absolutely charming, a very nice girl. Hang onto this one’ I reply, turning my head and kissing the bridge of her nose. For once I do actually fully intend on doing as my mother tells me on that score.
‘She’s so kind and just, really full of life. She seems very contented with what she’s got’ she replies, unclipping her belt and sliding her feet from her shoes before resting her feet up on my lap and hanging her head out of the side of the car. In this heat I’m glad I had the sense to rent a convertible.
‘She is, I love that she still has so many ambitions for herself too, like even though she’s pleased with how her life is she’s always on the look out to make life better and challenge herself. She and your mother are very a like I think’ I say, referring to the fact Alice senior wasn’t content with the PhD she took, but furthered herself in her field by making clinical testing of antidepressants safer in the sector she worked within, and in many other facilities across America thanks to hers and her teams findings. We both have amazing mother figures.
‘And you seemed to get on pretty well with my old man too. I think he appreciates the fact you’re smart, and that you managed to guess four out of five of his anagram games, he likes to test people with those. Especially with women I bring home, he likes to know I’m not with a bimbo because I made that mistake a couple of times in the past and he’s never let me live it down. He’s great’ I continue with, smiling fondly as I think of my dad, a man I admire so very much.
‘You’re very lucky to have that; I haven’t for a long time now. And in turn I think your dad is a remarkable man, and you’re very much like him too’ she says, with a frown I can’t help but register when she briefly touches on the relationship she has with her own father. Sometimes I do have to wonder how much AJ’s father actually figures in her life, for whenever we discuss our families she’s nothing short of mute where he is concerned. So sitting here, with nothing else to try and immerse herself in to ignore the subject, and nowhere to go, I ask her about him.
‘AJ, when we talk about family why do you hardly mention your father? From what I can gather from what I’ve been told so far he has a drink problem, is that why you don’t talk about him?’ I ask, turning to look at her whilst edging the car forward about four feet. It looks like we’re stuck here for a while yet.
‘It brings me down to talk about him. Yes, because of the drink, and the weed I guess too I suppose. I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently actually, how much over the last couple of years I’ve changed in my attitude. If he invited me over to his to smoke with him, I’d go but I wouldn’t touch it. It’s not a part of who I am anymore, and I think that and the drink are the things preventing him being who he was. And he used to be such a great guy, but now? Now as I told you on our first date, you either get Oliver Reed or Willie Nelson, and the last few times I saw him before I left for Chicago it was all Oliver Reed that I saw. He was just...........................not my dad. I feel like I don’t know him when he’s like that. And that’s why I don’t like to talk about him, because to me it’s like discussing a stranger’ she replies, lighting a cigarette mid way through her explanation. And I notice straight away that she looks a little relieved for telling me too, I guess since she said she’s been thinking about it it’s got to be nice for her to offload some of her thoughts on someone. And I’m glad that someone is me.
‘I take it you’ve asked him to seek help, and that it’s fallen of deaf ears?’ I ask her, stroking her shin bone with my fingertips.
‘It’s lead to a lot of arguments between us and him. And by us I mean myself, Alex and Jack. I’m all out of ideas other than doing what I’ve been doing so far and cutting him off, which isn’t working because he’s still calling me and asking me to visit before we head to Texas’ she replies, grinding her cigarette out in the ashtray and moving her legs back into the foot well. ‘I don’t wanna talk about him anymore, let’s change the topic of conversation’ she says, resting her head against my shoulder. I wind my arm around her and stoke her arm, kissing her forehead and staring ahead, replying
‘Okay, not a problem’ before lifting her head and smiling at her before giving her a kiss. If that’s all she wants to say on it then it isn’t my place to press her for more information, but I do sit and think how difficult it must be for her, not knowing what personality her father will assume on any given day. It surely has to make the relationship as strained as I imagined it to be.
When we arrive back at the hotel finally after spending two hours stuck in traffic neither of us feel like doing much other than relaxing, so after ordering lunch from room service we sit back together but keep ourselves amused with separate stimulus, me watching Saving Private Ryan on the movie channel and AJ burying her nose into her book about ancient Peruvian art, one of the many she picked up from the bookshop a couple of days ago. And throughout the film I keep casting my eyes to the side and noticing she’s repeatedly losing concentration and drifting off, until I nudge her or pinch one of her toes and she comes around again. I also can’t help but notice it’s the same expression she carried for a while back in the car after we briefly spoke about her father.
‘You’re thinking about him aren’t you?’ I ask her, turning the sound down on the TV and pulling her up onto my lap. She puts her book down and rubs her eye under her glasses, sighing as she nods.
‘Thinking on whether I should go and see him before I go back to work or not. Thinking on whether it might be worth one last attempt to make him see sense, or just accept he doesn’t want help’ she says, resting her head on my shoulder and running her finger over one of the buttons on my shirt.
‘I think perhaps it’s worth it to go and visit him, and then when you get there and see what kind of mood he’s in you can gauge it from there I guess. I kind of sense this is an issue you want, and need to tackle by yourself or with Alex and Jack, but if you want me to go with you I will’ I reply, stroking her hair and resting my chin atop her head. And that’s the last we say on it for then, the subject not being opened again until we arrive back home where upon she tells me she’s decided to visit him. I’m glad she has, I hope it can only be a good thing too, her making contact with him again.
AJ’S POV.
I think it was seeing the close bond Went shares with his father that spurred me into the decision to go and see mine at last. It’s been about six months since my last visit, where words were crossed over his drinking. I have to say I did feel a little jealous witnessing my boyfriend enjoy his father’s company, looking upon the kind of relationship I wish I had with dad. But sadly, people who have problems with drink often do end up pushing everyone but the bottle away. The first thing being his wife, and now, gradually, his children too, and I don’t want that for him; don’t want to make it easy for him to turn his back on us. I realize now I can’t withhold myself from him anymore. He’s my father, if I can’t help him then I suppose I have to accept it or just walk away for good.
In the last week we are here I have time planned to say goodbye to my friends, while he is losing three days of his last seven precious ones off (well eleven really since we are arriving in Texas early) because he has to re shoot some scenes from the short film project ‘The Confession’ he worked on recently. And in those days I make the arrangements to go and see my father, feeling relieved on the phone to hear he sounds coherent and well. But nothing can really prepare me for the news or relief I feel after arriving, and hearing what he has to tell me.
‘So, do you have a hug for your old man then stranger?’ he says to me after opening the door, looking fresh and clean shaven.
‘Sure, and by the way you look really, really well!’ I exclaim, embracing him and noticing he smells of cologne rather than alcohol.
‘I’m in AA sweetheart, I finally decided to clean up my act’ he tells me, making my heart skip a few beats with a mixture of surprise and happiness.
‘You WHAT? Oh dad wow that’s the best news I’ve had in ages! I’m so proud of you!’ I shout, jumping around in his arms before he laughs and pushed me inside, swinging the door shut. As soon as I’m in the hallway I notice the difference, the carpet has been vacuumed and the air smells fresh, and upon entering the lounge I see it all looks so clean and tidy it’s hard to believe it’s the same apartment. He’s even redecorated for the first time since he moved in after the divorce, and rather than rather lifeless and dated it now looks clean and modern.
‘Coffee?’ he asks, standing in the lounge doorway while I take a seat on the new couch.
‘Please’ I reply. It’ll take me the time he’s making it to properly register this is actually his place, and the shocking revelation that he’s actually cleaned up his act. This is a great turning point, a huge milestone to be precise, the first attempt he’s made at getting himself together properly in a long time. I think I just about have my head around the idea by the time he arrives back, holding out a large deep green mug that looks like the ones they had on the TV show Friends, I think I just about have my head around it. But I get it all explained further to me anyway.
‘So I guess you’re thinking what brought about the sudden change huh?’ he asks me as he sits down on the other new couch opposite.
‘Well yeah, it would be nice to see what’s finally made you see the light, since us three’s bitching at you didn’t work. So spill, who or what was it?’ I ask him, lighting up and throwing him one too. ‘Ahh, still a smoker though’ I add quickly, sort of half expecting him to throw it back and tell me he’d quit those too. Nothing how clean and fresh the house smells I’m guessing he’s knocked the hash on the head too though.
‘Jack, Jack’s who made me see sense’ he replies, blowing his coffee and taking a careful sip.
‘Did he come and see you again then?’ I ask him with interest, wondering what Jack had done to turn the situation around.
‘No he didn’t, I went to see him. Except he doesn’t know it, he made me stop drinking without saying a word on that day, forty five days ago to be precise. I went walking down by the skate park near to Venice beach and stood watching the young fellas all skating the bowls and ramps, and Jack was one of those young fellas. And just standing there watching from afar, seeing how talented on four little wheels and piece of wood that boy is, well it made me really proud of him. Something just as simple as that, watching my boy on his skateboard made me realize I want him to be just as proud of me as I am of him, and you and Alex too. I realize I have a long way to go, but the meetings are really helpful, and seeing people who are so much worse off than me in their alcoholism has really opened my eyes to what I could have become, how low I could have got with it’ he explains to me, seeming more like my old father than I can remembering him being in the last few years.
‘You should tell Jack that, unless you already have?’ I reply with a smile, the reason of his change of ways really warming the cockles of my heart. It’s been tough for all of us as his children to watch him fade away and loose himself in either weed or booze for so long, but especially on Jack since he’s the youngest and had to witness most of it at a very tender age. He never even got to see mom and dad happy together; he’s only ever witness the bitterness that’s left between them.
‘Do you not think he’d have come and told you if he knew this? C’mon AJ, he tells you and Alex more than he’ll ever let on to either myself or your mother. Is she well by the way?’ he asks casually about my mother, the woman he’s allegedly never got over.
‘Well, no offence but he never really thought he could come to you, he was always afraid of what mood he might or might not find you in. And as for mom she’s really well, working hard as usual. And before you ask, yes she’s still single after Bert’ I tell him, referring to her last boyfriend she broke up from thirteen month ago after a five year long relationship.
‘I wasn’t about to enquire about her love life, I realize holding onto the past isn’t doing me any favours, and that includes asking over her love life. But a little bird tells me someone not so far from me now is the one whose love life I have to enquire about. Alex called me about a month and a half ago and mentioned you’d been dating a guy from the show you’re working on? Is that correct?’ he asks me, a curious smile playing on his lips.
‘It is, we’ve been dating for five months and two weeks exactly. His name is Wentworth Miller and he’s a really great guy. He’s mixed race and from about a hundred different bloodlines, he’s a Princeton graduate majoring in English and he’s been acting for about eight years now’ I tell him, watching him nod.
‘Name something he’s been in that I might have seen’ dad asks me, crushing out his cigarette and taking another gulp of coffee.
‘Have you seen Underworld? He plays the doctor in it’ I reply.
‘Oh, the guy with the dark hair and glasses?’ he asks me.
‘Yes that’s him! But he doesn’t have much hair right now, it’s all shaved off and I think that’s the way he prefers to keep it too. I think it’s the same reason as you had to keep the shaved head for so long, he’s going grey and not liking it at all’ I chuckle, remembering Went have a bit of an outburst about it from the bathroom a couple of mornings ago back in the hotel, shouting ‘there’s about another fucking ten appeared overnight! How is that even possible?’ and succeeding in cracking me up.
‘He’s a smart guy. Anyway hot shot, how’d do fancy telling me more about him over a big orange ball while we’re running around a court? You’re dressed for it at least’ he says, giving me a big grin and a double eyebrow rise. He knows I can’t resist.
‘Well, I have to confess that is one reason I dressed down, in hope you’d be in the kind of state to wanna go shoot hoops’ I reply, gesturing to the black loose legged sweats and white vest top I’m wearing before standing up and draining my coffee.
‘Well I intend to be in the kind of state for a little one on one court time whenever you want from now on, even if I have to come and spend a few days down in Texas to get it when you have time off. I’ll go get changed and you grab the ball, let’s go’ he says to me, patting me on the shoulder and going to change into clothes more suitable for running around a basketball court in.
‘Hey! No elbows! Okay that shot doesn’t count, I call foul play!’ My dad shouts an hour later as we run around the court in downtown Los Angeles.
‘And who tried to mess with who when she took her shot ten minutes back?’ I shoot back; taking an extra shoot at the net at the same time and watching the ball miss and bounce off the hoop.
‘C’mon let’s take five’ he says to me, walking back over to where we’ve left our stuff and passing me one of the two bottles of water he brought on the way here. After five or so minutes of silence while we rehydrate and catch our breath the topic of conversation left behind at his apartment is renewed once more.
‘So this guy Wentworth, does he treat you well? Is it serious?’ he asks me, looking ahead at the game happening in the next court over through the chain link fence.
‘Yes, he treats me very well. And yeah, I think it will be something that becomes serious for sure, we’re very happy together. And even though it’s been six months since we started dating I still feel there’s so much I don’t know about him, so much more I have to learn. And I guess it’s a good sign that I can’t wait for all of that, knowing him better than I already do’ I reply, watching my dad nod as he turns to look at me.
‘I’m very pleased for you AJ, very pleased indeed. It’s about time you found a good guy; it’s a pity you didn’t bring him with you today. I’d have really liked to have met him’ he says after taking a long glug of water.
‘And you know what pop? I’m pleased for you too’ I say, before suddenly my voice cracks and I burst into tears.
‘Hey you, why the waterworks?’ he laughs softly, putting his arms around me.
‘I’m sorry I just....................I was jealous of this kind of interaction Went had with his father when I saw it a few days ago, and now I have it again with you, because you finally want to be a proper dad to us again don’t you?’ I sob, the reality of his reconnection of proper commitment to us hitting me as he nods and smiles.
‘I think its bee too long since I last was’ he tells me as he strokes my hair. And before I leave he tells me all the way he plans to, starting by taking me and my siblings out for a meal to celebrate his sobriety before Alex and I leave for Texas. We pencil in a date for two days time and says he’ll call the others to ask them after breaking the news. And as I drive home on that night I feel a deep peace restored within me at having my father on the first steps on the road to recovery for the on and off drink problem he’s faced for years. He finally saw he had to change, and it’s all thanks to Jack and his skateboard.
And as if in homage to him when I arrive home I dig out my old skateboard and take it out to the patio outside the back of my house and wheel around on it, circling around my cats and even having Mary jump on at one point, staying out there and skating around until it goes dark. And by the time Went arrives at 9pm I’m still out there skating away, practising jumping over a garden rake I’ve propped up on two bricks. I was never much of a skater but doing little jumps and ollies off of over inanimate objects I could always just about manage. I don’t see him at first until the cats sudden disappearance in his direction indicate me to his presence, leaning against the wall and reaching down to fuss the two small animals who’ve become just as attached to him as I have.
‘Evening Chad Muska’ he says with a smile.
‘Hardly, anyway how the hell do you know who Chad Muska is?’ I ask him, kicking up the board and catching it in my hand before walking over and saying hello properly with a kiss.
‘Jack chewed my ear off about him that time we went to your moms for dinner, when you went to help her wash up Jack put a skate DVD on and raved about the dude and how he’s met him a few times’ he replies before giving me another kiss, a kiss that breaks when he begins to laugh.
‘Oh is someone feeling left out down there hmm?’ he asks as we look down and see Maggie clawing his leg gently for attention as she stretches up. Laughing still he scoops her up into his arms and strokes her head while I retrieve the other one and balance her and my skateboard to switch off the outside light before we all head on inside.
‘So how did it go with your dad?’ Went asks me as we enter the kitchen and set the cats down. I click the kettle on and turn around to the fridge and notice he’s looking at me with a slight look of apprehension at what I might say.
‘You’ll never guess. He’s in AA, wants to get his life back on track. I can scarcely believe it but the change in him is amazing, and it’s all because of Jack’ I say, taking the carton of milk from the fridge and swinging the door shut, putting it down on the side before putting my arms around him.
‘Jack? What did Jack do then?’ He asks me, his hand stroking between my shoulders while the other slips down into my sweat pants and rubs my ass cheek, the gesture more affectionate than it is sexual though.
‘He went and watched him skating, and decided he wanted to make Jack and us all as proud of him as he is at us. And I can’t help but feel pride about that, okay so it was watching Jack that did it but all of us were the ultimate reason, he wants to be a better dad to us and I really can’t wait. It’ll be like getting to know him all over again’ I reply, my fingers idly trailing around on his lower back.
‘I’m really happy for you, all of you actually. It’s strange that just after you open up about the reason and discuss your dad’s problem with me he decides to put it behind him isn’t it?’ he says as I nod in agreement.
‘I’ve been thinking the same thing myself’ I reply, reaching up and giving him a kiss before turning back to the kettle to make the drinks. Deciding to be boring and middle aged before our time we head to bed with the cats in tow, both lying there under the covers in our underwear while we sip our drinks and watch TV, a blooper show being the current source of much amusement. We don’t stay up for long however, kicking the cats out to sleep in their own bed before turning the TV off and curling up together, going straight to sleep since Went has to be on set at 6am, the director wanting to see if they can get the remaining re shoots all wrapped up by the afternoon.
And the following afternoon when I’m home by myself waiting for him to finish I just potter around the house, tidying up and beginning to sort out all the clothes I want to pack and take with me, taking a few dirty ones back out of the bedroom to get them washed and ready to pack. I’m just walking back out of the kitchen when I suddenly feel two hands grab me from behind, one tightly around my neck and the other over my mouth to prevent me from screaming.
‘If you make a sound I’ll strangle you, clear?’ the male voice says to me as I nod, unable to speak of course.
‘Good, now which way to your bedroom? I wanna do as many nasty things to you as I can before I get caught and hauled back onto death row’ he says, making my heart jolt against my chest. I point a slightly shaky finger towards the direction of the door and feel him push me roughly over to where it is.
‘And if they don’t lock me up again for escaping, they should for what I’m about to do to you’ he continues with, walking around in front of me.
‘Bad, bad man’ I say, a grin breaking out over my face.
‘Just you wait’ Went says, leaning in to kiss me as he pulls me back through the open door while my hands tear the popper fasteners open on the orange boiler suit he’s wearing. Mmmmm, convict sex.
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