It had been a strange day when Gary got the call from Papa V. It was unexpected, he had long written off being ripped off by the super scientist. So Gary had focused himself on getting into shape to protect the other henchmen so no one else would suffer 24's fate.
The call changed a lot though, one moment he was a depressed nerd trying to pull himself together, the next... he was the father of his best friend. And he vowed to be so much better than Doug had ever been to his best friend.
"Alright, so you need to fill these out to make it legal, and you never got any of this from me." The scientist was explaining as Gary held the tiny baby Paul in one arm. "Just in case, I have a spare brewing. I know how this life is, call me if you break him."
Gary glared, insulted that the man thought he'd get the new 24 killed, but he didn't speak against it. No, a back-up was a good idea, as much as he hated it. Making his way out, he was stopped by Hank and Dean who both wanted to see the baby, and Hank asking all about the mother and what Gary had done to bulk up so fast. Neither question was answered, but he did hang out with them awhile before heading back home.
The first month or two was miserable, Paulie cried a lot and Gary had no idea how to make it stop. His mother constantly screaming for him to quiet the baby didn't help either.
At about 6 months old, Gary and Paulie returned to the cocoon, the small baby was in a car seat and Gary had a bag at his side. Of course, some of the newer scrubs tried to stop him, but he knew where he belonged. Within the hour he was standing before The Monarch and his wife, Paul up resting against his shoulder in a butterfly onesie.
"I know it might seem dangerous, but he won't be a problem!" "When did you knock someone up?!" The Monarch was still stuck on that. "I didn't, this is 24." "You had him cloned?" Sheila asked, a touch of worry in her tone.
The boy from a year ago gone, and the 21 before them now was in shape, had some unnecessary side burns and his hair in a long ponytail. His hench suit was modified and had him looking formidable, all except for the dark haired child snuggled against his shoulder.
"Yeah, kinda. But he couldn't be brought back as an adult, so this was the only real choice." He offered with a shrug, patting the baby on the back, trying to burp him lest Paulie gets fussy later. "He won't be a problem, and I am committed to not only working but helping get everything in order."
"I guess, but don't expect any help!" The Monarch pointed and called out in his always dramatic way. "Can I hold him?" Sheila asked, making his way across the room to take the child from 21. It was so weird to realize she was looking down at baby 24... but that unibrow really sold it.
Back to the Start
The call changed a lot though, one moment he was a depressed nerd trying to pull himself together, the next... he was the father of his best friend. And he vowed to be so much better than Doug had ever been to his best friend.
"Alright, so you need to fill these out to make it legal, and you never got any of this from me." The scientist was explaining as Gary held the tiny baby Paul in one arm. "Just in case, I have a spare brewing. I know how this life is, call me if you break him."
Gary glared, insulted that the man thought he'd get the new 24 killed, but he didn't speak against it. No, a back-up was a good idea, as much as he hated it. Making his way out, he was stopped by Hank and Dean who both wanted to see the baby, and Hank asking all about the mother and what Gary had done to bulk up so fast. Neither question was answered, but he did hang out with them awhile before heading back home.
The first month or two was miserable, Paulie cried a lot and Gary had no idea how to make it stop. His mother constantly screaming for him to quiet the baby didn't help either.
At about 6 months old, Gary and Paulie returned to the cocoon, the small baby was in a car seat and Gary had a bag at his side. Of course, some of the newer scrubs tried to stop him, but he knew where he belonged. Within the hour he was standing before The Monarch and his wife, Paul up resting against his shoulder in a butterfly onesie.
"I know it might seem dangerous, but he won't be a problem!"
"When did you knock someone up?!" The Monarch was still stuck on that.
"I didn't, this is 24."
"You had him cloned?" Sheila asked, a touch of worry in her tone.
The boy from a year ago gone, and the 21 before them now was in shape, had some unnecessary side burns and his hair in a long ponytail. His hench suit was modified and had him looking formidable, all except for the dark haired child snuggled against his shoulder.
"Yeah, kinda. But he couldn't be brought back as an adult, so this was the only real choice." He offered with a shrug, patting the baby on the back, trying to burp him lest Paulie gets fussy later. "He won't be a problem, and I am committed to not only working but helping get everything in order."
"I guess, but don't expect any help!" The Monarch pointed and called out in his always dramatic way.
"Can I hold him?" Sheila asked, making his way across the room to take the child from 21. It was so weird to realize she was looking down at baby 24... but that unibrow really sold it.