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But That Makes You Family Pt. 6

Genre: Fan Fiction (Animal Kingdom) Pairing: Craig Cody/OFC Warnings: Drinking, Death, Sexual Content, Language, Drugs Rating: R Length: Chaptered Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Before we get too far, for creative purposes, some of this is going to wander away from the actual plot and time line of the show. Consider this a warning :) 

Catch Up Here

"Craig!" Olivia shouted walking through the open patio door, "Craig!"

Charging the corner into the kitchen, she glanced in the living room to find it deserted, much like the kitchen and patio. Where the hell was he?

"Cra..." She stopped halfway down the hall, bumping into J. "Where's Craig?"

"How would I know?" J shrugged a sulk etched into his face. Did this kid ever smile? "And how did you get in?"

"Lena's birthday, not hard to figure out. Has he been around or not?" Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her foot in annoyance.

"He said something about going to Deran's bar, did you try there?"

"Obviously." Olivia grunted.

Craig was not making this easy. It was like he'd disappeared on purpose, to avoid this. Whatever his game, it was highly unfair since he had a head start and had left no clues.

"Why do you need him, anyway?" J pushed past, Olivia followed him into the kitchen. Pulling out a beer, J offered one to Olivia.

"I don't see how that is your business." Olivia popped the top and took a drink. The cold liquid calming the anger, until she found Craig.

J shrugged and opened a cupboard, a bag of chips in his grasp, he pulled the shiny bag open and left them in the middle of the island cupboard.

"If it's important, I can tell him that you're looking for him. If I see him."

Disgusted, Olivia snorted and took another drink. The house was eerily quiet, in the same way an empty church or a forest could be. The Cody house was never quiet.

"I'll wait." Olivia answered, tipping the bottle back to her lips.

"Suit yourself, but I have work to do." J shuffled off.

If she waited, she could be here a while. Picking up her phone, Olivia dialed Craig's number - the tenth time in the last hour and a half. Why was he doing this to her?

He wanted to meet his son, she let him, and this was how he repaid that favour? Craig was still as self absorbed as ever.

It's Craig...

Olivia ended the call when the recorded message picked up. She could picture him seeing her number and sending the call to the recording. Craig was likely drunk in some bar or snorting a line off of some girl's ass. Both images made Olivia want to scream at him, telling him what a terrible human and parent he was.

That sort of behaviour had been fine when he was younger and had no real responsibilities. Everybody assumed Craig was the village idiot, because he kept leading them to that conclusion.

Sitting and waiting was accompanied by the clock ticking on the wall. Down the hall, J listened for any movement or signs of his guest leaving. If he waited her out, maybe?

Craig would do well to remember they had a job to plan, the last thing anybody wanted or needed was a hysterical mother wandering in here at all hours. After Olivia had shown up with Deran, it took no time for J to start the digging. He held to the warning, not telling Smurf, but it didn't mean that he couldn't start his own investigation on Olivia.

J would have to hand it to her, she had quite the colourful background with his uncles. Arrested once, getting off as a juvenile offender. Caught but never convicted three times, all on petty crimes. Then there was the drugs and alcohol problem, those appeared to stop around the same time Craig got her pregnant.

What had really riled J's interest to his Uncle's conquest had been the money. Shifting through the accounts, he had found one set up by Smurf on behalf of Craig.

Each month a set amount of money went in, only to come back out a few days later. When J tried to gather more, he was shut out, Craig was the only one with access - outside of Smurf and a bank in Connecticut.

Laptop in his hand, Olivia noticed J slinking into the kitchen. Sitting down across from Olivia, he typed away, glancing over the screen every now and then.

"You any good at jacking a car?" J's stare bypassed Olivia although his words hit where intended.

One of Olivia's crimes had been theft of a motor vehicle, the car in question belonging to Barry Blackwell. On the report, J had found that she'd been let off due to a third party claiming it had been a prank against Baz. J's imagination ran wild with ideas of what could have been in the car, if Baz bothered to report it stolen.

"Excuse me?"

"Heard you were good at it, thought I'd ask." J licked his lips, the taste of the alcohol lingering.

"If you want a car, then I suggest you steal it yourself." Olivia leaned in closer. "I'm not your errand bitch."

"Thought you'd say that." J smirked.

"I'm not playing this game, J. I don't have time for little boys and their pissing contests. Now, do me a favour, if you see Craig, tell him to drag his ass over to see me."

"Huh," J snorted. "I guess getting knocked up to keep him around is working well for you."

"Look, kid, I don't know what you think you know, but obviously you know shit." Olivia snipped at him. "I'm warning you, J; you don't want to go around making accusations."

"Or what?" J challenged. He was sick and tired of these assholes and their problems coming back for him to fix. As far as he was concerned, this was another cash drain.

Stiffening, Olivia gripped the empty bottle in her hand, the garage door banging shut catching both their attention.

"J?" Pope yelled through the house, stomping through.

"In the kitchen."

Pope crept in, his eyes hard and his jaw set. "I told you not to come here." He spoke to Olivia, ignoring his nephew. "Now is not a good time."

"Craig fucked up, I needed to see him." Olivia shrugged.

"You shouldn't be here, it's not a good idea. It's not safe for you here, Olivia." Pope shook his head in upset. "J, what did I tell you?" he scolded, "We have that pest control problem, did you finish everything?"

"I have company." J motioned to Olivia.

"I'm going, if you see Craig tell him I'm looking for him." Olivia replied sliding off the stool. "Good luck on the job, don't get caught because right now, I'd be tempted to let you all rot."

Women. Pope would never understand them. His gut told him that all of this had something to do with Craig's big mouth, the less he knew the better.

Resentment toward J growing along with her anger at Craig; Olivia slammed on the front door on the way out. What the fuck was wrong with these people?

This was a mistake.

Oceanside for an entire summer, what was she thinking?

Corbin had been disappointed and refusing to speak with his mother, when Olivia left in search of Craig. He'd stormed upstairs, without so much as listening to what she had to tell him.

Her son would come around. Her step-father had tried to reassure her,  whatever.

Olivia pulled harder than necessary on the jeep door, flinging it open with a creak. Tonight,she'd go home and find Craig in the morning. Eventually he would appear and when he did...

The front gate opening caught her attention. Standing beside her suv, Olivia glared at the man walking through the gate and up the drive way.

"Livvy," Craig smiled and laughed, higher than a kite, he staggered up the drive.

"Don't you Livvy me." Olivia snapped, storming toward him. "Why? Why did you do that to me? To him? Huh? Was this some sort of power trip for you? You knew that I hadn't said anything, so you would?"

"Whoa!" Craig held out his hands, grasping her shoulders to hold her at a safe distance. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Corbin. You told him that you're his father!"

"I did what? Fuck, no. I didn't say a fucking thing."

"Then how...how did he?" Olivia pushed her hand through her hair, trying to frantically piece together this mystery.

"I don't know, maybe he figured it out? He's pretty fucking smart." Craig added a few pieces, "Not to mention he looks like me. Shit, what would you think if your mother left you with someone who could be your fucking clone?"

Theoretically it wasn't impossible for Corbin to piece together this puzzle. He was a smart kid, observant, and Olivia didn't give him enough credit.

In the moment, laying all of the blame on Craig and this being another fuck up on his part made her feel better. Somehow placing blame on Craig made Olivia's conscience lighter.

"I didn't know how to tell him." Olivia huffed "It was nobody elses right to tell him either. Were you around anybody else today? Huh? J had some bullshit to spew was it him?"

Idly Craig shook his head, they had been at the house to grab the bikes and left. Corbin had been with him and Deran the entire time, Craig had made sure not to let the boy out of sight for a second.

"Ignore him," Craig coached, "J's a dick. He's on some sort of power trip, because Smurf put him in charge."

"I did not get pregnant to keep you!"

"I never assumed you did." Craig pulled out a cigarette. "Shit happens, accidents and what not." Lighting and puffing off of the cigarette he handed it to Olivia. She looked like she needed a good shot of nicotine or maybe even tequila to calm her nerves.

"Do me a favour?" Olivia passed the cigarette back. "Stay away from Corbin and I. Until I get this shit figured out, can you do that?"

"Whatever you want." Craig huffed. "Isn't that how this works, anyway? You make the decisions and I have to go along with them?"

"I'm not doing this with you right now." Olivia continued to shake her head, as if warding off some sort of inner turmoil.

"Then when? Fuck now is a good a time as any. Come on, Olivia, let me have it. Tell me what a fuck up I am and what a shit person I've become. I know you want to." Craig taunted, his arms open for effect.

"Stay away!" Olivia pointed at him, her eyes hard and her jaw clenched.

"Whatever." Craig waved his hand, dismissing the argument. Walking away would piss off Olivia more than if he stood here and yelled. "Call me when I get to see my kid again. If not, don't bother."

"Craig!" Olivia shouted, stamping her foot in the same manner as a tantrum throwing toddler. "Craig, don't walk away from me!"

"Good night, Olivia." called Craig, ducking into the garage.

Rarely did Craig walk away from any sort of fight. Wisely he knew when he'd had enough with Olivia, if he shut her out and let her stew then she'd come to her own conclusions and move on. Moving on from him was something she seemed to do just fine.

just because this was how I kept seeing his ass sitting there, stirring the pot with Olivia’s emotions. 

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But That Makes You Family Pt. 7

Genre: Fan Fiction (Animal Kingdom) Pairing: Craig Cody/OFC Warnings: Drinking, Death, Sexual Content, Language, Drugs Rating: R Length: Chaptered Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: dun dun dun dunnn

Catch Up Here

Four days and Corbin was still refusing to speak to Olivia, the only time he bothered to open his mouth around her was to ask if she'd pass him something at the dinner table. Four days and Craig had also kept his distance, as asked. Olivia would be a liar if she said she wasn't upset that Craig had taken heed and listened to her.

Since Corbin wasn't speaking to her, with Carolyn and Doug at work during the day, the house was quiet and tension filled. Olivia had tried to force herself to sit down and catch up on some accounting misprints for work, yet it wasn't doing her any favours.

The more numbers she looked at, the worst she felt. Everything in her mind kept going back to her conversation with J and then Craig. Why did they have to be such...such animals?

"Corbin," Olivia knocked on the door frame to the den. "Hey, can we talk?"

Wordlessly Corbin paused the video game, his attention remained on the screen, but his actions told his mother that it was okay for her to continue.

Cross legged on the floor beside her son, Olivia rested against the couch.

"I thought we could go down to the market by the strand this afternoon, maybe we could make dinner tonight?" Olivia led in with the casual topic.

"We're going for pizza tonight." Corbin replied emotionless.

"I guess we can do that."

"Not you," Corbin shot his mother a cold glare.

Corbin spending an evening out with her mother and step-father, under any other circumstance, would have thrilled Olivia. Somehow this one stung her to the core.

"I probably deserve that." She reasoned out loud. "Well, I still want to go to the market, so get ready. You're not staying alone."

Controller in hand, Corbin's fingers traced the colourful buttons, no intentions of going anywhere. If his mother wanted something, she could wait or go without him. He didn't care if she left and didn't bother to come back.

Right now he was angry.

Angry with her. Angry with Craig. Deran. Possibly even his grandparents, but he needed somebody on his side.

"Corbin." Olivia gently pushed with her tone.

"I don't want to go anywhere with you." His words were whispered and his tone loud and clear.

"I understand that you're pissed off, but this has to stop. It's not only me that you need to be angry with." Olivia huffed.

What kind of parent threw a fit at their child? What happened to the level headed, calm mother she had always been? She should have known one day this would happen.

"Did Craig even know about me? Or did you not bother to tell him, either?"

"He knew and..." Didn't care. No, she had promised herself to never take that route. Olivia swallowed her words. "He knew."

"Why didn't you tell me, mom? Huh? I'm not some baby who can't handle the truth." Nine going on Forty, there it was.

"Corbin, honey, there are still a lot of things that you don't understand. I know that you're smart, but sweetie, you're still a child." Olivia caved, her tone softening. "When you're older, we'll talk about it, until then all you need to know is I love you and I thought I was doing what was best for you."

Parents, always trying to cover their mistake by saying it was best for their children. Corbin had heard his friends say things like this. His best friend Max had to move, because it was what was best for him and his sister, when their mom and dad divorced.

"Whatever."

"Don't start with that." Olivia warned. "Your attitude on top of this does not need to happen."

Corbin snorted, his shaggy brown hair falling over his eyes. Hunched over, sitting and stewing he looked more like Craig than ever.

Silence rang around them, Corbin sitting staring at the screen while Olivia sat with her focus on the wall behind the television. Neither one knowing what to say to the other.

How did she explain Craig and not have Corbin hate them both? What was she to say? There was no way she could or would tell him that his father was some sort of druggie criminal, who may even be out committing a crime as they spoke.

One day, far from now, Corbin would learn that on his own and it broke Olivia's heart. He was a boy and she had only been keeping him safe.

Shifting awkwardly, Corbin let the game controller slip from his hand. His mother was still by his side, no doubt trying to concoct some new lies to feed him. Craig had been cool and Corbin had enjoyed hanging out with him, now he'd probably never see him again.

His mom had a habit of dismissing things and moving on, when she didn't get her way.

"When are we going home?" He didn't want to be in California any more.

"What?" Olivia was startled by the question and the silence breaking.

"When are we going home? I don't want to stay here. I want to go home."

At home things were familiar. Here life was too complicated and mixed up.

"We have another month here." Olivia answered, a deep frown on her face, "We're not going home yet."

"Why not? Why are we even here? We could have spent summer at home." Corbin pushed. "You ruin everything."

"Hey!"

"You do." Corbin reacted, his eyes red rimmed. "You ruin it all and expect it to be okay."

"As your mother, it's my job to ruin things. So get over it." Had she really sunk this low?

"Does Simon know?"

"Know what? That we were coming here this summer and that I would be seeing your father? Yes, he knows. He was the one who encouraged me to tell you." Olivia defended.

"So he's in on it, too?" Corbin had never felt this betrayed.

Were all the adults in his life against him? What else were they keeping from him?

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But That Makes You Family Pt. 5

Genre: Fan Fiction (Animal Kingdom) Pairing: Craig Cody/OFC Warnings: Drinking, Death, Sexual Content, Language, Drugs Rating: R Length: Chaptered Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.   

A/N: thank you @ivarlothbroks and @sparklemichele for putting up with me bombarding you over this fic :D 

Catch Up Here

“You uh, you surf pretty well.” Craig pulled down the top half of his wet suit. Tying the arms around his waist to keep them from getting caught, he laid his board down on the sand falling next to it.

“My mom taught me.” Corbin answered, sinking down onto the sand beside Craig. “She's really good at it.”

“Your mom is a kick as...she's an amazing surfer. You know, Deran taught her right?”

Corbin hesitantly nodded. His mom had mentioned a few times that it was Deran who had really taught her to surf. Something about their friend once considering going pro had been mentioned along the conversations. Corbin sat in the wet sand, the waves hitting the beach in a rhythmic motion.

“Do you like living in Connecticut?” Craig rested his elbows in the sand, stretching his legs out.

Craig asked a lot of questions.

“It's a nice place. The winter gets cold though, my mom hates it. I like playing hockey so I don't mind.” Corbin leaned forward, drawing random patterns with his fingers in the sand. “Sometimes I wish we lived here, it would be cool to have summer all year.”

"It's not too bad here." Craig shrugged, squinting against the sun. "Do you think your mom would ever move back?"

"She says that being here for a few months is enough." Corbin replied. Deran had taken off to talk to a friend that he'd spotted down the beach. Craig was an okay guy, although new people often turned Corbin into an awkward person.

Craig remained silent, his only acknowledgment a slight nod.

Here he was, on the beach, with his son - this wasn't how he had pictured this moment. Any time he had thought about it, there had always been more drama and angst involved.

Corbin was quiet in a subtle way. Olivia had been like that when she was younger. She would sit for hours, hanging around the house, and never say a single word. Other times there was no way to shut her up. Craig wondered if Corbin had the same trait, once he got comfortable.

"Just you and your mom?" Craig shouldn't be asking but he had to know. It wasn't as if he expected her to be a nun or stay alone forever. If he asked Olivia she'd give him some bullshit about his own conquests and shut him out.

"Yeah. My dad isn't around." Corbin told Craig part of what he already knew.

"My dad was never around either. You get used to it, I guess." Craig divulged the personal detail.

"What lies did your mom tell you?" Corbin turned to look at Craig, his face serious.

Craig scoffed. Sitting up and crossing his legs in the sand. "Man, my mother gave me all sorts of bull. Trust me, whatever Olivia has said, it's probably way more truthful than what I was told."

"How...how long have you known my mom?"

"Uh," Craig licked his lips, blowing out a huff. His hands brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Since we were kids, I guess."

Stony, Corbin sat looking out into the ocean. His attention captured by the sun and the surf, his thoughts swimming around like the school of fish that he and Deran had spotted earlier in the shallow waves.

Never would his mother leave him with somebody he barely knew. She was too protective. Olivia had been up to something, Corbin could tell by the sudden shift in her attitude. Sometimes his mom didn't think he noticed, but he did.

Always.

He knew her better than she knew herself sometimes. The sneaky suspicion was creeping in, growing the more he thought about it.

How dumb did his mom think he was?

“Can I ask you something?” Corbin broke his silence.

“Sure.”

“Do you promise not to tell my mom?”

Craig had heard that phrase more times than he could count. Brows raised, he squinted against the sun. “That depends, what is it that you don't want her to know?”

Did this kid not know who he was dealing with? Keeping things from Olivia could be dangerous, she had a way of finding out, always. Craig would rather have his balls scraped across pavement than keep secrets from that woman.

“My mom has plans for me to maybe meet my dad.” Corbin began, his brow furrowing and his eyes growing dark in frustration the same way Craig's did. “Do you think he'll like me? I mean...it's stupid. Never mind. Deran said he would but I think he says things to be nice, because he's my uncle ya know?”

“O-of course he's going to like you. I'm not the best at giving advice on father and son relationships, but I know your dad is going to like you. Deran is right, not only because he's your uncle.”

If this was the only day Craig ever spent with Corbin, somehow he wanted the boy to know he was enjoying it. Despite Olivia's weird way of throwing them into it.

“One time, I asked Deran if he was my dad. I thought maybe my mom was telling me a lie about who he was.” Corbin shifted around in the sand, leaning back in the soft ground.

“I promise you that Deran is not your father.” Craig laughed with a grin. “He loves your mom, but he's not into women.”

“That's what my mom told me. Sometimes she tells me things to stop me asking questions. Are you sure Deran has no interest in girls?”

“I am positive, Deran does not like girls. He's not your dad, but when you meet your dad, I still think he's going to like getting to know you.”

Most of the day continued to go as such : Deran making excuses to disappear or talk to random people that they bumped into. Craig noticed that his brother was giving them more space than necessary, although thankful he was annoyed.

He could only entertain Corbin for so long, before one of them got bored or Craig said something that would lead to Olivia wanting to punch him in the dick.

When Deran was around Craig noticed a change in Corbin. The boy would talk and laugh freely with his uncle present. Not surprising, Deran had that effect on people. He had an easy going way that made people like him. Craig could make people like him, but most of them needed to be looking for a party or a no strings attached fuck buddy. Without loads of drugs and booze, Craig Cody wasn't all that entertaining.

"When we're finished lunch, let's go get the bikes." Craig watched Corbin's interest shift from whatever Deran was talking about.

"You ever ride a dirt bike?" Deran wiped his hands on a salsa stained napkin.

"No, but I've always wanted to. Can I?" Corbin was practically bouncing. Sitting in the hood of the scout, his eyes were wide with excitement.

His mom would have never let him ride a dirt bike. She always had excuses as to why he couldn't do “dangerous” things. Corbin was vibrating as Craig and Deran discussed the potential of taking him out for a ride.

It was early evening when Olivia heard the car in the drive way. Loud, thumping rock music gave away the intruders. Closing her laptop, she went to greet her son. They had held out longer than Olivia imagined they would.

All day she hoped that when Corbin came home, he'd be exhausted from trying to keep up with Deran and Craig.  They could both use a nice sound sleep followed by sleeping in the next morning.

"Hey!" Deran greeted Olivia with a wave, pulling Corbin's board from the back of the scout.

"Evening, gentlemen."

"Hey mom." Corbin tried to fight a yawn.

“Did you have fun?” Olivia asked wrapping her arm around Corbin's shoulder.

“It was cool.” Corbin tried his best to play it off calm and collected in front of his mother. "I had fun."

"Yeah you did." Deran held out a fist to bump. “He nearly pissed himself with excitement, when we let him ride.” A grin spread ear to ear on Corbin's face.

“You let my son ride a dirt bike?”

“He was fine.” Deran shrugged, smirking. “He didn't go fast and we kept him in the parking lot.”

"You need to relax, mom. I came home in one piece." Corbin countered.

"Well then, I guess that's all that matter." Olivia rolled her eyes.

"I'd love to stand around and watch someone else argue with their mother, for a change, but Craig and I need to head out." Deran clapped his hands together. "Tomorrow night, bonfire at the pointe. Both of you, be there?"

Olivia nodded. "I think we can both make it."

Waving Deran off, Olivia didn't bother to stand around too long and watch him leave. Corbin had his bag on his shoulder, sunburned and tired, the boy looked like he was ready for a bath and a nap.

“Alright, you need to go shower, then come down for dinner.” Olivia followed Corbin into the house. “And throw your clothes in the laundry, please.”

“Why didn't you tell me?” Corbin lingered inside the door.

“Tell you what?”

“That Craig's my dad.”

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But That Makes You Family

Genre: Fan Fiction (Animal Kingdom) Pairing: Craig Cody/OFC Warnings: Drinking, Death, Sexual Content, Language, Drugs Rating: R Length: Chaptered Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: I have had this idea floating around for a while, figured why not write it? Plus, I keep hearing the world needs more Animal Kingdom fics. 

Catch Up Here

Oceanside, California a little under 3,000 miles from the city Olivia Ealey had called home for the last eight years. As a girl it had been difficult to imagine ever leaving Oceanside, striking out in the world on her own, never in her wildest dreams did she see herself living the slow and steady New England life. Visiting Connecticut as a child Olivia couldn't wait to return back to the sun and surf. Who knew a place with four seasons would be such a save haven.

Cheap drug store sunglasses hid her eyes, she'd picked up the yellow shades somewhere around Toledo, Ohio. They had been serving her well and despite the bright colour they didn't look half bad on her. Head against the window of the truck, she watched as the streets grew familiar and the scenery updated itself from when she had been a girl, riding her favourite purple bike through the same neighbourhood. Back then there had been less stress and even lesser concerns for what was going on in the world around her.

“You still with me?” Deran Cody's familiar and calm voice prodded into her thoughts.

“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry I'm such shitty company. I'm still tired from the drive.” Olivia smiled at her acting chauffeur.  

“Why did you drive, anyway? Flying would be cheaper and faster.” Deran reasoned turning onto the street of their destination.

Olivia shifted around in her seat, turning away from the window to face her oldest friend. “Because, you don't get to see anything when you fly. Besides, it's summer, and what better way to spend it than a road trip?”

“We clearly have different ideas of fun.” Deran mumbled with a teasing laugh.

“You should try it, I think you'd like it.”

“If I can ever get away from the bar, maybe I'll drive over and visit for a few weeks.” Deran added, flipping the signal light to indicate his turn into the drive way. “Who knows, maybe I'll like it so much I'll never come back?”

“You'd come back, the surfing there is fucking awful.”

An avid surfer, Olivia wasn't thrilled with the waves on the east coast, but they would hold her over until she could return on her visits to California. Deran would take one look at the Atlantic waves and be back in the Pacific before dinner time.

Sitting in the drive way, the truck's engine faded from a soft roar to dead silent, when Deran turned the keys. Olivia hadn't been inside of these gates in nearly five years, the last time she had walked out of the Cody Compound had been a terrifying and liberating moment. Allowing herself to break free from the tiny strings that this family could hold over a person.

“You coming?” Deran glanced over, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. Olivia hadn't noticed him open the driver's door, while he continued to sit beside her.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah,” she sniffed hard and nodded.

A vibration coursed through Olivia when she shut the truck door behind her, the heavy door making a louder thud than she felt it needed to. Following Deran around the garage, into the pool area, Olivia took note of the tiny details. The house was the same as she remembered, new curtains and more beer bottles laying around, but it was as if this place never changed. Deran's mother was particular about how she liked things to be around her home, even when she was behind bars at the local lock up.

“Where is everybody?” At the Cody house, there was always somebody around. No matter what, you were never alone and Olivia never forgot that detail.

“Inside.” Deran nodded toward the lavish sliding glass doors.

Growing up three houses down from the Cody house had been an experience. Olivia, like every other Oceanside native, had heard all of the rumors and the gossip. Wild parties, endless drugs and booze, the speculations that surrounded the family and their ... business. It was a free for all and at the helm of the ship  Janine “Smurf” Cody. Ruthless, cunning, backstabbing, and terrifying – all while smiling and being the perfect neighbour.

Directly under Smurf, until recently, had always been Barry “Baz” Blackwell. Adopted into the family, he ran the show. Keeping his brothers in line and keeping compliant with Smurf. Next came Andrew or Pope – Olivia was never sure of where that nickname had came from. Trouble through and through, Pope was loyal to his family and had a reputation of being the Cody to stay away from.  Olivia had heard that Pope's twin sister, Julia, had passed a few years back, leaving her teenage son in the care of his grandmother and uncles.

After the twins and before Deran came Craig. Craig Cody was something else, deadly good looks, and a lovable dumbass to boot. He tried hard, yet never seemed to get himself clean long enough to live up to his potential. The real source of Olivia's problems since she had hit eighteen.

Olivia had met the youngest son, Deran Cody, on their first day of second grade. The soft and shy, baby of the family had been sat next to her because Miss Rosen felt they could help one another. Over the years the two remained friends, entering high school together, partying, surfing, and getting into general trouble. No matter how hard the law fell on them, Deran never rolled on Olivia.

“J where's Craig?” Deran's voice bellowed through the halls, searching for his brother. “I have something for him.”

The boy, J, in the kitchen remained glued to his seat shrugging in reply. When he bothered to look up from his laptop, his eyes glued to the woman in the kitchen.

“J this is Olivia.” Deran caught the introduction. “Olivia I think you remember J?”

“It's been a while.” Olivia added with a small wave. She had met Josh once or twice, when he was a small child. “You grew up, J.”

“Yeah, I guess that happens. Why do you want Craig?” J ignored the woman in the house. His attention directed to Deran.

Placing three bottles of beer on the counter, Deran slid one to Olivia and one to J, before taking the third. “Because Olivia doesn't have much time for a visit.”

Rolling his eyes, in a true teenage fashion, J took a long drink of the beer and licked his lips. Olivia remembered being that age, she also remembered what it was like being a teenager in the Cody house. Smurf didn't have may rules and it made you believe that you were King, or Queen, of the world at times.

“He's out, had to run an errand. Call him, if you're so desperate to see him.”

Nagging wasn't Deran's style, a single text demanding his older brother come to the house was good enough. Craig was a curious creature, never had curiosity failed to get the best of him; he'd show. Sooner rather than later, too.

Long dark hair, wild as ever, Craig strode into the house in his usual gate – a striding walk that made his size look somehow graceful and like a clunky neanderthal all in one motion. His bright blue eyes were cast down on the screen in his hand, he was grumbling about whatever urgent meeting Deran had called him to. Since his mother had landed in jail, these damn meetings seemed to happen every hour.

“Dude, shut up.” Deran groaned loudly, a beer ready for his brother. Craig would need something stronger later, for now this would do. “Now, be polite and say hello to our guest.”

A double take in Olivia's direction, Craig froze for a fraction of a second. Olivia hadn't been in this house, or anywhere near him really, in years. The last time they had been face to face, she had walked away and told him he wasn't welcome in her life.

"What is she doing here?" Craig skirted cautiously around the woman in the kitchen.

Like a scared cat, he shifted around on the tips of his toes, ready to make his escape if the need arose. Craig was not in the right frame of mind to be dealing with Olivia right now. Talking, hell thinking about Olivia, took a great deal of preparation and mental capacity that he did not possess.

"Craig Cody." Her lips drew into a tormenting smile. "Long time no see, I half expected you to be dead by now."

Craig scoffed, clutching his beer. "Not for your lack of trying, Livvy."

"Alright children." Deran stepped between the stand off taking part. "No bloodshed in the kitchen, Pope is pretty anal about anything that stains."

"How is Andrew?" Olivia turned her attention away from the bastard Craig.

"Pope is...Pope?" Deran shrugged, running his hand through his newly cropped hair. "He hasn't murdered us, yet, I guess you could say he's been in a good place."

Olivia nodded in understanding, the last time she'd talked to Pope was right before he had been carted off to prison. She'd always liked Pope, partly because he was an interesting person and because she had a healthy amount of fear. He was wild and unpredictable, she'd never witnessed it but she'd heard the stories.

“He has to be, now that he has Lena.”

“I heard about that. I'm sorry about Baz.” Olivia's words were a general statement to the room.

Deran muttered a thank you, J ignored her, and Craig took the conversation in another direction. Not wanting to dwell on the depressing aspects of Baz's death.

“Are you going to be around for a while?” Craig's voice was almost cautious. Olivia nodded, commenting how Deran was her ride and she was around until he left. “I uh, I have to shower and make a few calls. We can talk after?”

“Sure.” Olivia knew that the shower was an excuse for Craig to distance himself until he got some control over the situation of her presence. His control coming in the form of several lines going up his nose. His calls to dealers looking for more, perhaps one to his latest fuck buddy to tell her that something had come up and he'd be late.

J ignored the woman that had shook his uncle to the bone, his attention switching between his laptop and phone. Deran tried his best to make light conversation, telling Olivia about his bar and catching her up on this and that from his daily life. They were comfortably chatting about the current surf situation and which day would be the best to hit the waves, when the infamous Pope appeared. His eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Olivia could never get over how well put together he always looked, despite his blank stares and slow, almost predator like movements.

"Olivia." He spoke calmly, a hint of a smile breaking his face.

"Andrew."

"Passing through?"

"Something like that." Olivia nodded, sliding off of the counter top. "Good to see you. Craig told me you've cleaned up. Looking after Lena now."

"Craig says a lot." Pope answered dully.

"He does have a rather big mouth." Olivia chuckled, pulling another beer from the fridge and handing it to Pope.

"Gets him into trouble, sometimes. You have a place to stay?"

"Yep, I'm staying with my mother. Don't worry, you don't need to take care of me." Olivia winked. "Not anymore."

"Alright." Pope nodded, his head bobbing without really moving. "Stay as long as you want, but don't expect me to help cover Craig's murder."

Glancing between his uncle and the strange woman who had showed up a few hours ago, behind Deran; J found the perfect time to speak up. "You and Craig have some debts to settle or something?"

"Huh?" Olivia turned to face J, a smile creeping across her face. "Nah. It's not like that. The first time I ever shot a gun, Deran was teaching me. My aim was a little off and as I pulled the trigger, Craig happened to walk by. Bullet nearly took him out at the knees."

"Yeah that time was an accident. I'm still questioning the night you threw the knife at him." Deran felt the regret boil the second he'd brought that up.

"He deserved that. I told him I was pregnant and he left to hook up with that whore he'd met at the bar.” Olivia's eyes went dark and her nostrils flared. Deran fell silent, his gaze falling to the floor. He remembered that night, vaguely. “Excuse me.” She grabbed another beer from the counter and bee lined for the back patio.

From the kitchen J and Deran watched Olivia pace the smooth stones, one hand running through her hair and the other clutching the brown beer bottle. Deran would cut her off from any more alcohol, as soon as he could, he didn't want to return her a drunk and sobbing mess.

Olivia's head jerked up when one of the glass doors slid open, clean jeans on and a towel around his neck Craig strode out onto the patio. Nine, almost ten years, and they had never had a serious conversation. Craig knew he had a son, Olivia had told him, then she took off for the east coast and if he was lucky she'd send him a text every now and then.

“I don't want to be angry.” Craig's voice floated through the open window into the kitchen. “But we need to talk about a lot of things.”

Reaching over to the window, Pope grabbed the latch and pulled it firmly shut. He'd allow J and Deran to stand around and gawk out the window,  however hearing wasn't an option as this wasn't business that needed full family involvement.

“Am I going to have a problem, with her hanging around?” J's gaze went straight out the window to the  pool where the mysterious woman sat across from Craig.

“With Olivia? No.” Pope's dry voice did little to ease the newest Cody in charge.

“She's trouble, but not in the same way as most of Craig's hook ups.” Deran added from behind the door of the fridge. “Smurf has you believing that you're calling the shots,  but you're best to stay out of business with Olivia. Oh and J, don't tell Smurf she's here. It's not something she needs to know about.”

“For everyone's safety, there are some things that Smurf doesn't need to know.” Pope added to Deran's warning.

Olivia would be gone before the end of the week, no doubt, another pack up and leave without so much as a goodbye. She'd send Deran, possibly Craig, a text from somewhere around the mid-west. When she was far enough away from the Cody's to relax again. Until then the worry about Smurf and the strife she'd bring wasn't what Olivia needed on her mind.

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But That Makes You Family Pt. 2

Genre: Fan Fiction (Animal Kingdom)

Pairing: Craig Cody/OFC

Warnings: Drinking, Death, Sexual Content, Language, Drugs

Rating: R

Length: Chaptered

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Thank you for those who have read or left comments. It’s daunting putting a fic in a new fandom, no matter how many times you do it. 

Catch Up Here

California was hot, hotter than Olivia remembered. Lack of shade around the patio table was a contributing factor, she was certain of it. Back and forth, back and forth. Craig's eyes followed Olivia's pacing; she reminded him of a caged tiger at the zoo. Pacing, anxious, waiting to lash out.

He could have started this conversation with less hostility, which would have greatly decreased his chances of Olivia wanting to punch him in the throat. Craig counted his lucky stars that she didn't bother to carry a gun.

Throwing insults at your child's mother, while high, wasn't one of  Craig's brightest moments. Back and forth, her flip flops slapped across the stone patio with each step. A scuff when she turned and moved back in the previous direction. Olivia chewed her bottom lip, tense and needing to slowly unwind before she spoke.

"Sit down."Craig pointed at a chair.

"No."

"Sit. Down." He was a fool to think he could boss her around.

"No!" snapped Olivia. "Don't tell me what to do."

Leaning against the glass top table, Olivia tipped the beer bottle to her lips, frowning when nothing came out. Resting on the edge of the table, she snarled when Craig rested against the table next to her. How dare he come out here demanding things and then acting like it was nothing.

J and Deran had given up watching from the window, a quick glance through the door revealed the kitchen was empty. Relief washed over Olivia, when the tears came the less audience the better.

"What happened to your head?" Craig pulled a few strands of hair between his fingers. Her once dark locks were now an off shade of purple. There was nothing better to say.

"I needed a change." Olivia swatted his hand away from her head.

"It looks different, I sort of like it." He sank down into a chair, swiping his own locks away from his eyes.

"I don't care what you like, Craig." Olivia moved away from him.

Leaning back in his chair, arm stretching out for her, Craig made a feeble attempt to grab her arm. "Are you fucking serious, Livvy? What the fuck is your problem?"

Pausing mid step, Olivia stood frozen, a laugh rumbling in her chest. Loud and ringing off the walls it hit Craig like a sharp knife. He'd heard that laugh before. A signature anger filled amusement.

"Really? You have the balls to ask me that? You're asking me what my problem is? You know what my problem is. The real question is what's yours?"

Tattooed arms folded across his chest, Craig smirked. A look of amusement and torment crossing his features. Sometimes, when Olivia thought of this exact look, she wanted nothing more than to punch him. To knock that cocky smirk right off of his face. Ironically it was the same look that had taunted her until he'd got her into his bed.

Craig Cody had a power that was worse than any drug that Olivia had ever tried. One glance at that cocky smirk and women fell over themselves to be near him. Once they got close and got to know him, they changed their minds and ran for the hills.  Olivia had often thought about Craig, as a whole, about how he made people run away. If he cleaned up, got way from his mother, and this life – he could have potential. Years of day dreams had left her wondering if Craig were to walk away, would they be different? Could he be somebody she'd allow in her life, all the time?

"I'm sorry." Craig's words were nearly shocking.

"You're what?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come out here looking to argue." He sighed, shifting around to lean his head against the back of the chair. His long legs splayed under the table, making him look ridiculous. "I panicked. You show up out of the blue and like the last time, I assumed you were pissed off."

"If I were pissed, I wouldn't have waited until we were alone to talk." Olivia shrugged.

Craig knew Olivia well enough to know that. If she had been looking to start a fight, she would have done it the second Pope walked in, giving her as many witnesses as possible. J was still green, she had no guarantee the kid would take her side, if anything went back to Smurf.

"I'm not mad." Olivia gave in, sinking down into one of the chairs. "And I didn't show up out of the blue, I came with reasons."

Funny.

That's what she had said the last time, right before she began yelling at Craig for being a useless dick head, dead beat who was trying to buy her off. Craig had came out of that with a black eye and a large scratch down the left side of his neck. At 5'6", Olivia didn't have much on Craig's towering height or strength, an advantage was her speed.

She was quick and Craig had made the brutal mistake of underestimating that. He learned his lesson, when Baz pried the screaming brunette away from Craig, still swinging.

"Reasons?" Craig echoed.

Eyebrows quirked, Craig reached across the table to a pack of cigarettes that had been left behind, picking a smoke from the pack he offered one to Olivia. Refusing the rush of nicotine, she watched as Craig lit the cigarette and took a deep inhale. Licking his lips, he rested the cigarette.

Smoke billowing as he spoke. "What reasons? Something that can't be done over a text, must be big."

"I um, I..." Olivia inhaled deeply, trying to steady her mind. Even now Craig had this damaging and dizzying effect over her. Pushing her hand through her purple hair, moving her bangs away from her petite face. "I wanted to talk to you, because there are some things that need to be cleared."

"So what is it?" Craig shrugged. "Do you need money? Corbin needs a kidney?"

"I don't need money, Craig. You know that I've said it a million times. I'm not taking stolen money." Olivia used her best mom glare to tell him he was being less than reputable. As if Craig had ever received a real mom stare, one that didn't come after threatening to shoot him at least.  

"Whatever, can't say I'm not trying."

"I send those checks back for a reason, you know. I don't want your money and I'm not taking a handout from Smurf. I don't want to owe her a damn thing." Olivia was something else. The amount of money she could have collected in the last eight years, Craig knew it was enough for anybody to live comfortably. She had pride. "Corbin has started to ask questions."

Sitting forward in his chair,  Craig lazily flicked the cigarette into the butt can and rubbed his hands against his jeans. "What kind of questions?"

"The normal questions a nine year old boy asks, when he's ever met his dad. Where you are? Who you are? If you know he's alive or if you love him."

Craig would be a liar if he said this wasn't hurting, anybody with a heart would be crushed hearing this. He had never met his son, not because he hadn't tried. Every time the topic came up with Olivia, one of them blew up and took off.  Arguments followed and it seemed to be a pattern that they had yet to break.

What had she told him?

What did anybody tell a kid who asked that sort of thing?

Craig knew what Smurf had told him about his father, none of that bullshit had helped. Thank God that his son had a far better mother than he did. Olivia was a good mother, Craig knew it.

"What...what do you tell him?"

Never had Craig felt so scared, make that terrified, to hear an answer.

"He knows that you're not around, because your life is complicated." Olivia hurriedly answered. "He knows you're just...busy."

"Busy?" Craig scoffed. "You are keeping him away, because I'm busy?"

"I'm keeping him away, because I don't want him anywhere near Smurf. I don't need him to end up like J or Lena. It's nothing personal. I want more for him, is all."

"What have you told him?" Craig felt his heart in his throat. "Other than I'm too busy?"

"I've never said anything bad about you, believe it or not. If you're worried that I make you out to be some monster, I don't." Olivia's hard shell was softening.

As a single mother raising her child, protecting him from the chaos and plague that was the Cody family, Olivia was as honest as she could be with her son. He knew that his father's life was complicated, code for a royal fucking mess. Corbin also knew that his father had a big heart and if he could be there, he would.

Sometimes, Oivia had told her son, people can't be with us but they still love us.

She'd never deny that Craig loved his son, to some capacity, despite having never seen him in person. If Craig didn't care, he would have completely detached and moved on.

"He knows that he has cousins, uncles, but that's about it. He's uh, our last trip out..." Olivia wished she had a drink to ease this blow, at the very least she wished Craig had a drink. "He's met Deran, only the one time. I wasn't planning on it, but we were at the beach and Deran was there."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

What kind of sick joke was this? She could introduce her son, his son, to fucking Deran but Craig wasn't even allowed to see him?

"This is fucking bullshit, Livvy. You know it!" Craig jabbed a finger in her direction. "He's my son. Why would you do that? Huh? And Deran that fucking asshole, what right does he think he has?"

"You can't be mad at Deran, he didn't do anything intentionally. It's a big fucking beach, Craig. Adrian was the one who came over and started talking to me, I doubt Deran would have even bothered, once he saw that I was with Corbin."

Craig pushed his hands through his hair, his dark curls falling like soft strands of silk over his fingers. Olivia closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"So what Deran came over, told him he was his uncle and then what?"

"They hung out for a bit, we grabbed lunch at the pier and that's about it.  Deran didn't say shit." Olivia defended her friend and choice. "After, when we got home, I told Corbin that Deran was his uncle. Once in a while Deran calls and they talk on the phone. Look, Craig, I've always turned you away not because I don't want you to know him, but because I'm scared of what will happen if you get too close."

"Fuck. Fuck!" Craig cursed loudly. An angry growl rumbling through his chest. "Where is he? I want to see him."

"At my mother's. I'm not bringing him over and you are not to go near him! Do you understand?" Olivia glared at Craig, the look in her eyes told him that she wasn't jerking him around.

"He's my kid, why can't I meet him? He's almost ten and I've never laid eyes on him. What kind of mother does that?"

"You know why. I don't want him to be part of this. He's a good kid, Craig. He goes to a really great private school, he's an amazing baseball player, he takes art classes and..." Olivia paused, biting her bottom lip. "He doesn't need this."

Corbin may be a Cody, despite his lack of knowledge on the topic, it didn't mean he had to be part of this. For once it would be nice if someone in this shit show of a family went into the world and did some good.

Everybody had their weaknesses, Olivia was no exception, she knew what happened when you mixed with this family.  

Growing up, Olivia had always done the right thing. She rarely broke the rules and was practically a model citizen. During her teen years things had grown rough, her parents divorced when she was twelve, her father moving back to Connecticut leaving her and her younger sister in California. At fourteen, her mother remarried, like any teenager Olivia had hit a rebellion that would end up taking another six years to blow over.

The final act of her rebellion was getting pregnant, while it wasn't intended, things happened and Olivia was stupid enough to let life play out however it damn well pleased.

If she could keep her son bubble wrapped a little longer, she would.

"What are we going to do?"Craig lazily bounced his knee out of agitation.

When Craig got nervous the need for a hit or two grew, clenching and un clenching his fists he sniffed hard and did his best to wait for a solution.  Their relationship was so much easier to take, when Olivia was wild and crazy. Back when she was the one with the pocket full of blow and the itch for a good time, Craig missed that chick.

"Do you want to meet him?" Olivia turned sharply.

"What the fuck kind of question is that? Of course I do."

"Then we'll set it up. Give me a few days, I'll work something out. But I want to make it clear, because I am letting you meet him doesn't mean you get to stay in the picture."

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But That Makes You Family Pt. 3

Genre: Fan Fiction (Animal Kingdom) Pairing: Craig Cody/OFC Warnings: Drinking, Death, Sexual Content, Language, Drugs Rating: R Length: Chaptered Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Once again thank you for those who have given feedback. 

Catch Up Here

“Olivia has been avoiding me.” Craig made his declaration, hands on his hips.

“Can you blame her?” Pope looked over his shoulder at him, little to no interest in his tone.

“Dude, she's been busy. Lay off.” Deran defended, as Craig knew he would.

“Busy? Ah yeah?” Craig pressed, leaning against the counter top, he singled out Deran. “And how many times have you saw her, since she was here? Huh?”

Deran had met Olivia the last three mornings, the surf was good, and they'd had a standing appointment with the cove. Craig knew it, everybody knew it. They had been meeting there since they were kids, setting out before the sun was up.

“Once or twice.” Deran shrugged.

“Once or twice.” Craig repeated, his annoyance growing. She'd told him that they would discuss him meeting Corbin, how were they to discuss shit if she didn't return his calls. “And how many times have you saw Corbin?”

“Once or twice.” Deran kept his answer.

Cornering Deran had been the only way Craig knew how to deal with the news Olivia had delivered, since then Craig had been doing everything he could to try and intentionally piss off his little brother. Whatever, Deran had better things to do than watch Craig throw a tantrum. If he wanted to see his kid, the rules were simple. Grow a pair. Get somewhat sober. Go see him.

“Once or twice. That's real fucking nice.” Craig slapped his hands together.

“If you're that upset go talk to her.” Pope chimed in with the obvious. Craig obviously knew where she was. “Stop being a big baby and go talk to her. But be nice, otherwise you're going to ruin it.”

Pope's advice to talk with Olivia had been straightforward and didn't leave much room for interpretation, unless you were Craig. Parked on the side of the street, he had a clear view of the house. Parked next to the garage on a spare patch of land was a small air stream trailer, a jetset blue Jeep Renegade – with Connecticut plates. A well manicured lawn with the perfectly maintained walk way made the two story house look homey and inviting.

Through the windows Craig couldn't see too much, only a few shapes and shadows through the sheer curtains that were expertly covering the windows. If he sat here long enough he may gather the courage to text Olivia, asking her to come out and meet him.

He'd invite her out, driving down to the strand, or maybe they'd drive and drive until they reached he hills. He'd vent about Smurf and J, tell her about life in general, and how much he had missed her. In return she'd tell him about life on the east coast, how she missed him, and what she hated the most about winters. They'd be free and able to talk and talk. Eventually, he'd ask about Corbin and Olivia would tell him everything he needed or wanted to know. Craig would turn around, driving her back, before he left she'd lean over the side of the scout and kiss his cheek. Waving him off in the rising sun.

Holding his phone, Craig sat watching the house. What if he asked her to come out and she didn't want to see him?

Lime green wasn't the best colour to try and hide, especially sitting on the side of the cul-de-sac. Craig Cody had never been the brightest man, despite that, he was a career criminal surely he had enough sense to know they could spot him from space in that thing. Had his mother taught him nothing?

It was getting late, the sun had set and the sky was that rich blue that crept into black, the first few stars of the night were beginning to show. He had been sitting there for the better part of two hours, Craig wasn't known to be a patient man.

“Olivia.” her mother sauntered into the den where her daughter and grandson were on the sofa, watching whatever sitcom was currently running. “Mind taking out the trash?” She nodded toward the door. “Now?”

“I can do it.” Corbin sat up.

“No, you're going to get ready for bed. I'll do it.” Olivia kissed the top of his head, messing up his shaggy brown locks. She had been at him for months to cut his hair, but he liked it long. The apple didn't fall far.

Glancing out the window, Olivia sighed. She could have gone out by now, she should have gone out by now. Craig was stupid enough to sit on the side of the street, no doubt having put a pound of coke up his nose by now, waiting would do him some good.

Across the street the door opened, a quick flood of light emerging from the house, in the middle was a distorted shadow, and then the porch light illuminated the front of the house. Motion censored. Craig should have known, Carolyn Bridges was always a bit of a hippie. One of the keep the planet clean and energy efficient types.

Through the shadows of the street lights, Craig shifted uneasily in the driver's seat, he had a clear view of Olivia. Marching toward him, her eyes locked on his the closer she got. Wrapped in a soft shawl, her flip flops smacked against the pavement on the way to the car.

"When did you take up stalking?" She asked tapping the hood of the scout.

Sitting up, Craig leaned over the door, his hair partially blocking his view. "I was in the neighbourhood."

"Sure. Right." Olivia nodded halfhearted. "Get out of the car, Craig."

Olivia stood with her hands on her hips, waiting for Craig. He was moving at a snail's pace, for somebody with legs that long he sure took a while. Standing beside the scout, Craig shoved his hands in his pockets waiting for the scolding.

"Come on." she nodded toward the air stream parked in the corner of the yard.

“Huh?”

“Come on, I want to talk. But not out here.” Olivia gestured to the wide open street. In code it meant she didn't want nosy little boys gawking out bedroom windows. Olivia was buying her time on Craig and Corbin. Craig could be staved off until the right time. Corbin on the other hand was best left in the dark, until the time was right.

“He's home?”

“Yeah, but you're not going inside. Not right now.” Olivia pulled a key from her pocket, unlocking the trailer.

“Nice set of wheels ya got.” Craig commented looking over the small Jeep.

Olivia hummed. She liked it. “It got us here, it'll get us home. Gas is great in this thing.”

“I can't believe you drove from fucking Connecticut? Are you insane? What if you'd broke down?" Craig turned, looking down at her.

Olivia sighed, rolling her shoulders to relieve the tension that was mounting. "But we didn't. Besides, if we had I would have called triple A."

"You couldn't be normal for once in your fucking life? Who takes a kid, an old trailer, and drives them across the country?"

"You'd be surprised how many people drive across the country. It's a great way to spend a summer vacation, besides this isn't old. It's vintage. And who are you to talk? Huh? You do shittier things every day, need I remind you that is why I have custody and you have never been allowed to meet my son?"

"Our." Craig mumbled, wisely shutting his mouth when Olivia glared at him.

Not another word, Craig ambled into the trailer behind Olivia. Stooping to clear the ceiling, they did not make these tin cans for tall people. Inside was cozy, if Craig were the type to use that word. A large bed lined the back wall, with a bunk in the front. Cupboards, a sink and stove lined one side. A small table with bench seats and a fridge along the other. The bright yellow and white paint scheme were set off by rich reds and warm browns. Craig was impressed.

“Welcome aboard.” Olivia moved some magazines off one of the benches making room for Craig.

“It's...nice.” Craig commented flopping onto the bench, the cushions were thick and comfortable. He thumbed through the stack of magazines on the table, gathering that they had been brought to entertain Corbin. There was a lack of electronic entertainment in here.

“Thanks, my dad helped me restore it. We took it all back to the original interior, only took six months.” Olivia boasted. “This is the first time we've had her out, really had her out.”

Craig lazily nodded, flipping through the latest issue of Motocross Action. Olivia had always bitched and whined about his bikes, she hated them. Craig had heard every excuse.

“Ugh, Corbin is obsessed with that magazine.” She groaned shaking her head.

“Does he have one?”

“Fuck no.” Olivia scoffed leaving her post holding up the counter. What kind of mother did Craig think she was? Smurf? Hell no. She had sense. "So," Olivia stood on her tip toes, reaching into a small space over the cupboard. Craig leaned back on the bench seat, enjoying the view. It was a rookie move, watching her shorts ride up. "May I ask why you're casing my parent's house?"

Grunting she gave a small jump and snatched the baggie she had been feeling for. Clutched in her hand, Olivia smiled triumphantly, showing Craig the bag of loose green. Sliding a pack of papers from her back pocket, she made herself comfortable on the other side of the folding table.

"I wasn't casing the place." Craig placed a shiny zippo on the table, his offering to the cause. Olivia's tongue darted across the edge of the paper, expertly rolling the joint. Her silence was stronger than words.

“My mom said she saw Pope, not long after Baz,” Olivia didn't bother to finish the sentence. What Carolyn hadn't told her daughter was that she saw the eldest Cody often. Andrew would come by the coffee shop that Carolyn owned. Once a week he would come in, sit in the same corner, and have his coffee.

“He told her that you were in Mexico. Doing a job?” She wasted no time getting to the good stuff.

Deran would tell her what Craig was up to, when she needed to know. Or if it was something that would suddenly leave her son fatherless, in another sense of the word. Most of the time, Olivia didn't want to know what they Codys were up to. If anything went sideways, she was better off never knowing. Mexico had never come up during her calls with Deran.

If Craig missing for a few weeks didn't filter into conversation then it meant one of two things. He was doing a job or there was a woman. Craig and Olivia were long over, never to begin again; Deran had decided that keeping those details from Olivia were for her own good. In some twisted way.

“Nah.” Craig answered shifting around out of awkwardness. “I was down there trying to get a business going, tequila.”

“A tequila business? Really? Wow.” Olivia laid one joint on the table, rolling another.

“Yeah, a friend and I went down. Didn't really get anything off the ground, but that's business.” Craig scratched his nose. He hadn't told Olivia about Renn and he sure as hell wasn't going to tell her about Nicky, although he was sure Deran had told her plenty.

“A friend.” Olivia wiggled her eyebrows. “Female friend?” Craig blushed whether he was aware or not. “Ah! You got a girlfriend, you're not telling me about, Craig Cody?” She teased.

“You uh, you seeing anybody?”

“I've had a boyfriend here and there.” Olivia answered sliding the first joint across the table. “You know how it is, every now and the you need to scratch that itch.” she winked.

“They all okay with Corbin?”

“Of course, I wouldn't bother to have someone around if they weren't good with him. Or if he didn't like them.”

“Good.” Craig's brow was furrowed and his eyes on his hands. “I'm never sure what to tell people, guess I don't tell them anything.”

“So you've never told your girlfriend? What's she going to think?” Olivia wasn't entirely surprised that Craig would keep this detail to himself.

“Naw, she isn't the mommy type. She wouldn't be a bitch about it or to him, but she isn't into the whole happy family, let's have kids thing. You know?” Craig tapped his knuckles on the table top. “Besides, we're not serious and she's out of town.”

“Hmm.” Olivia hummed picking up the joint and lighter.

She had never wanted to be that type either, funny how things change your plans. Lighting the joint, she waited for the right moment to take a puff.

“You been at Smurf's much? I thought about dropping by the other day, but wasn't sure you'd be there.”

Craig barked a laugh. He had been avoiding Smurf's as much as he could, all while watching the place like a hawk. Coming home to find Deran's father there had thrown a wrench into everybody's plans.

“Fuck no. I know that Deran talked to you and..."

"I know about Billy showing up." Olivia exhaled, the pungent smell of weed filling the trailer, in a white cloud. "Deran told me."

"Yeah, well, it's not a good idea for you to come around, Livvy. Not while that asshole is there."

"Then I won't come by the house." Oivia shrugged passing the joint to Craig.

Craig never thought he'd see this scene again, sprawled out with Olivia, huddled up in some space hiding from the outside world. A joint being passed back and forth between them, while all of their troubles left.

"Smurf if going to shit a brick, having Billy in her house." the idea of Smurf having no control over her household was tickling - perhaps it was the high.

"The good news is, she won't be worried about you showing up, now."

"Smurf doesn't have to worry about me. I don't want trouble, I'm simply here on vacation with my son." a coy smirk crossed Olivia's face. “You know that I'm harmless.”

Craig rolled his eyes. Olivia was harmless in the way a spider web was to a mosquito. She was there, taunting and waiting, one slip and you were caught up. She knew too much and Smurf didn't have the balls to do a damn thing about it. Not even Smurf was willing to cross the step-daughter of a District Attorney. Olivia had solidified her spot in Smurf's good graces, when she had her step-father go to bat for Pope. Andrew got off light with the jail time that he'd done, all thanks to Doug Bridges.

“Corbin and I are here for a nice vacation. I don't care about Smurf and her shit. If it weren't for Corbin, I doubt I'd even have the time for you.”

"Were you serious about me meeting him?" Blue eyes hooded and sincere, despite the glassy high. Craig wrinkled his nose, taking another puff from the joint, holding it out to Olivia. “I want to meet him, Livvy. Let me fucking meet him.”

Tilting her head to take a closer, more in depth look, Olivia took a puff, holding the smoke in her lungs. Blowing out a breath of smoke, she could see it now. The resemblance between Craig and her son. Corbin had the same hooded eyes, bright blue and sparkling. His nose and smile, all Craig. Even his wild mess of long hair, was Craig.

"Yes, but first there are some rules." Olivia leaned forward, hovering over the table and Craig. "It's late, we'll talk about this later. Go home."

Standing Olivia walked to the door, pushing it open with a grunt she stood holding the metal door. Taking the hint Craig slowly gathered himself and rose to his feet, stooping until he was out the door and could return to full height.

"Can I..."

"Night, Craig." Olivia waved and pulled the door shut.

Left in the yard, Craig cursed and kicked at the paved drive way. So that's how she was going to do this? Invite him in and then toss him out? Who did she think she was, anyway?

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But That Makes You Family Pt. 8

Genre: Fan Fiction (Animal Kingdom) Pairing: Craig Cody/OFC Warnings: Drinking, Death, Sexual Content, Language, Drugs Rating: R Length: Chaptered Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: It’s been forever, because I wrote and then forgot to post. Oops. 

Catch Up Here

To say Deran's bar looked like an absolute hole in the wall shack would be putting it nicely. For an establishment that did the business it did, the worn down watering hole vibe seemed to work and reflected it's owner well. The solid door creaked when Olivia pulled it open, walking into the bar hours before opening seemed odd, the atmosphere was still and the smell of cigarette smoke lingered in the dingy building.

At the bar, hunched over, watching Deran work away sat Adrian. Olivia had never pushed the subject, but it had became obvious to anybody with eyes that the two friends were a little bit more than that these days.

"We're closed." Deran yelled out of instinct hearing the door.

"It's only me." Olivia replied slinging her bag onto the bar top. "Adrian." Olivia nodded to the tall, slender surfer.

"'Livia." Adrian returned pulling out a stool for Olivia. "What brings you by at this hour of the day?"

"My need to drown sorrow?" Olivia shrugged. "Actually, I needed to talk to Deran." Her eyes locked with Deran's for a brief moment.

Adrian nodded in understanding. He had been around this crew long enough to know when something was his business and when it wasn't. If it was life or death, in a need to know way, Deran would tell him later.

"Right, I'll see you later."

"You can stay if you want." Olivia slumped her shoulders. "It's nothing secret."

Deran huffed from his side of the bar, wiping his arm across his forehead. "Craig being a dick, again?"

"What else is new?" Olivia scoffed. Adrian smirked. "Actually, I think I'm the one who fucked up this time."

Words Deran never thought he'd hear coming from Olivia Ealey. Adrian chuckled at the admission. Like Deran, those were never words he ever expected to hear.

"Oh yeah?" Deran raised his brow.

"Mmm."

"Everybody makes mistakes, I guess." Deran rubbed his hand over his beard. "Whatever it is, I am sure it's not that bad."

Deran had heard about Olivia's visit to the Cody house. Craig had mentioned something about her showing up and irrationally yelling at him in the yard, he was too high and drunk to make any sense. Something about Corbin.

J didn't say too much about his visit with Olivia, the disgusted look when Deran mentioned her told him everything. All Pope would say was that she needed to listen, when he told her no.

When she had appeared at the bar, previous to her visit, he had a sense things weren't going to go well. She didn't say why she wanted Craig and she didn't have to. Deran had known her long enough to know she had been on the war path.

Not wanting Olivia to cause a scene, he had sent her to his mother's house.

"Corbin is pissed at me. Craig hasn't spoke to me in days. I fucked up."

Deran laughed. "Must be nice not to have Craig's idiot ass around."

"What's the secret?" Adrian chimed in, not knowing what else to say or do.

"Having his kids seems to do the trick." Olivia shrugged. Her fingers tapping against the wooden bar. "Corbin and I have never fought. Ever." Olivia sighed.

"Kids fight with their parents, it's what they do best." Deran added. Adrian nodded. Hell they both still argued and fought with their parents.

"I know, but I think he really hates me now. I shouldn't have kept this from him. If I had been up front then..."

"Then what? Huh? Then he'd be as fucked up as the rest of us? You're doing the right thing and you know that." Deran interrupted. "He's a kid, he'll come around eventually."

"And if he doesn't?"

"Then maybe he needs a visit with Uncle Deran?"

"Yeah? What are you going to do? The kid idolizes you." Adrian laughed.

"Another mistake." Deran rolled his eyes.

"Maybe we should go home? Pack it up. Tell my mom that I'm sorry, then go back." Olivia weighed her thoughts outloud. "Nobody here is missing us, anyway. I can go home, back to work, maybe..."

"Fuck that." Deran stated shaking his head in disapproval.

"Excuse me?"

"If you run away, again, then all you're doing is teaching Craig that when things get bad he gets off the hook. It's probably not doing shit for Corbin either, but what do I know? I'm not a child psychologist."

Annoyed that Deran would dare tell her what to do, Olivia couldn't disagree or argue his point. Sitting with her shoulders slumped and her head down, she was defeated.

“Look, I know that Craig is an idiot, but he's trying. It sounds like bullshit, this is Craig trying hard. He hasn't stopped talking about how cool it was to meet Corbin, in days.” Deran slung the bar towel over his shoulder.

“I fucked up.” Olivia hung her head, gazing at the sticky bar. “I shouldn't have gone off on him like that.”

“No, you should have. Craig needs to hear it and it has to be from you. Otherwise, he ignores it and he'll never grow up.” Deran slid the can of Sprite in front of Olivia. “You're right, he should be more focused on Corbin and how this effects him.”

“You're not going to defend him?”

“Defend my brother, who has every chance in the world to have a fully functional relationship, yet throws it away for loose women and drugs? I'm on your side."

"It's not like I am doing any better." Olivia took a sip from the can, the carbonation an oddly soothing sensation. "My son hates me and thinks I'm some kind of massive liar."

"He'll come around." Adrian tried his best to add whatever he could to the situation. Everything the Cody's touched ended up fucked.

"No, he's right. I lied to him. I've lied to Craig. I've been lying to a lot of people and now..." Olivia paused. She needed to hear her wrong doings, truly, but hearing them from her nine year old son made them seem that much worse.

"It'll all blow over. What's the worst that could happen?"

Deran's only reply was a deep grunt, matched by Olivia snorting. Adrian looked so innocent for a moment, as if he'd forgotten who they were dealing with.

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But That Makes You Family Pt. 4

Genre: Fan Fiction (Animal Kingdom) Pairing: Craig Cody/OFC Warnings: Drinking, Death, Sexual Content, Language, Drugs Rating: R Length: Chaptered Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

Catch Up Here

Craig had taken his hint to go, yet Olivia had found herself sitting in the air stream the rest of the night, her mind racing and the most unlikely scenarios coming to her thoughts. Pacing the length of the trailer, a lit joint pinched between the tines of a fork in her hand, Olivia rubbed the back of her hand across her eyes.

Fuck Craig!

Fuck Craig and all of the doubts and worries that he had somehow managed to plant in her head for the last nine years. Even when he wasn't around, the bastard was invading decisions she made.

Somewhere between 2:30AM and 3AM she gave up trying to rationalize every decision she'd ever made, be it good or otherwise, and crawled into bed. Stoned she had very little trouble sleeping, the trailer was quiet and the air blowing through the open windows cool enough to be comfortable. She'd grab a short nap and then head inside, shower, and be back in bed for a proper rest before Corbin was up and ready for the day.

The loud thumping startled Olivia. Rattling on the side of the trailer jolted her upright, hair in her eyes, and her mouth dry she slowly came to comprehend what was happening. Shuffling out of bed, her shawl bunched under her head, she wrapped it around her body, covering her bare arms to shield from the already warm morning.

“Mom?” Corbin yelled banging on the door, again. “Mom? Are you in there?”

“Yeah, hold...hold on.” Olivia grabbed the mess from the table and hastily shoved it back in the top cupboard. The faint smell of weed lingered, shit. Corbin had never witnessed such behaviour from his mother. Hell, Olivia couldn't remember him seeing her drink or even light a cigarette.

“Mom, I'm hungry! What's for breakfast? Are we going to the beach? Mom! Hey, hello?”

Locks clicked and the door swung open to reveal the boy on the other side. “Corbin, please.” Olivia's head popped out of the trailer, stepping down onto the grass. “Stop yelling, some people are trying to sleep. It's only 6AM.”

“I know, but we have to go, if we want to catch the good waves. Deran said today would be killer and I don't want to miss it.” Shaggy brown curls fell in his face, Olivia was forever at him to cut his hair or tie it back. “Get dressed, we can eat and go.”

Chuckling, Olivia shuffled toward the house behind her son. “Are you sure you can handle that kind of swell? You don't have much practice, besides, what if I don't want to surf this morning?”

Calm and passive, Corbin turned in the door way to face his mother. His blue eyes seeing through her, in a way his father's always had, a smirk beginning to tug at the corner of his mouth. “We didn't come here to sit and play video games and drink lemonade all day, we're going surfing.”

If Corbin could get ready for school in the record time that he could for surfing, Olivia would be the proudest parent on the planet. In the car and driving in less than twenty minutes was a world record, if it wasn't, it should be.

In the passenger's seat Corbin chatted idly about this and that, Olivia listened smiling at the excitement her son had found over his vacation. Her decision to drive them across the country was one she was glad she made.

Oceanside held a magic, it was something the locals felt, and those who came often caught the bug. It was inevitable.

“Mom!” Corbin groaned when she pulled into the coffee shop owned by his grandmother. “Waves do not wait.”

“And you can't catch waves on an empty stomach. I thought you were hungry?”

Knowing that the argument was not going to end in his favour, Corbin opted for an eye roll and following his mother into the cafe.

“It's my turn to order!” Corbin announced.

Since he was old enough, he and his mother had this sort of game, whenever they went somewhere for food. It didn't matter where it was, they would order for one another. The person ordering did everything, while the other one stood out of ear shot and waited their fate. A few times it had gotten dicey, overall Corbin was far better at this game than his mother. Olivia's aim was to force her son to try new foods, she never dreamed it would work.

“It is. You go ahead.” Olivia handed him two twenties. He wouldn't need them, but she wanted to instill that nothing came free, which is why her son would try to tell his grandmother's employee he wanted to pay, only to give in eventually.

“Olivia.” Her mother waltzed out from the back, a take away cup and a bag in hand. “Here, this is an espresso macchiato and a monkey muffin.”

“Morning.” Olivia kissed Carolyn's cheek, grasping the order that was thrust into her hands.

“This goes to Andrew for him and Lena, tell him it's on me. I'm swamped or I'd have came out and had coffee with him.” Carolyn kissed her daughter's cheek, waved to her grandson, and was gone.

Turning in a circle, Olivia stopped when she had honed in on the familiar man in the corner. His neatly pressed shirt and meticulously combed hair was easy enough to spot in any crowd. Coffee in hand she approached Pope, sitting quietly at the table, watching the world roll on outside. An empty red ceramic mug sat before him. Taking it upon herself, Olivia sat in the chair across the small round table.  

“One large espresso macchiato with half and half.” Olivia read the cup and sat the coffee cup down on the table. “On the house, mom says hi.”

“Tell her that I said thank you.” Pope picked up the cup, tipping it toward Olivia in a cheers style.

“I will.” She beamed  putting a brown pastry bag on the table. “And one Manic Monkey Muncher, to go, for Lena.”

“She loves those muffins, she'll be happy to get it. Thanks, but your mom doesn't have to give this to us.” Pope tipped his chin, looking at Olivia over his nose.

“She knows, but she wanted to give you guys a treat. Nothing wrong with treating your friends now and then.” Olivia glanced over her shoulder to check on Corbin. Catching his mom's eye, he waved and smiled. She could only imagine what he had ordered her.

“It's very nice of her.” Pope took a drink of his coffee and sighed. He wasn't big on fancy coffee, something strong and black was his go to, though every now and then it didn't hurt to go all out. At home he had limited choices, bold or decaf, cream or milk. Simple unlike most things in his life. “You're out early this morning.”

“I could say the same about you.” Olivia observed.

“Lena was at a friend's house last night. I had work to catch up on.”

“Have you even been to bed, Pope?”

“You sound like everybody else.”

A slight shake of her head caused her purple hair to shimmer in the sunlight through the window. Her eyes crinkled in a smile. “You mean I sound like Smurf?”

“You're nothing like Smurf.” Pope countered, taking another drink of his coffee.

“I'm taking that as a compliment.”

“I meant it as one.” Pope replied, his signature solemn expression back. He had the same neutral expression for as long as Olivia could remember. “You're a good mom. A boy deserves to have a good mom.”

“Well,” Olivia tucked her hair behind her ear, “You're pretty good with Lena, from what Deran tells me.  That counts for something, Pope. I love Deran, but he or Craig would be hopeless looking after her.”

“They could do it, if they had no other choice.” Pope reasoned. His younger brothers would never win father of the year, neither would he. “J could do it. He raised himself well enough.”

“I don't know J that well, although from what I hear, he turned out pretty okay.”

“The Codys will never win any parenting awards. Although you could do it. Your mom tells me that you're thinking of moving back.” He moved the subject flawlessly.

“Uh,” Olivia hadn't given it much thought after she'd mentioned it to her mother, almost three months ago. “I was thinking about it, but there are a lot of ifs still on the table.”

Living closer to the Codys being one of the issues. Then there was finding a job on the west coast, moving Corbin from the only life he'd ever known, and the tiny little detail of...well that didn't really matter. Until she had a decision, none of it really mattered.

Pope nodded, he had always been envious of anybody who could pack up and leave so easily. Olivia's move hadn't come without a lot of thought and careful planning, yet Pope still wondered what it would be like. Moving as far away as he could, taking Lena, and the two of them starting a new life. Maybe he'd even let her have a dog?

Pope would never leave and if he did, Smurf would find him.

“Whatever decision you make, don't let Craig sway it, okay?”

“I won't.” Olivia knew that in his own way this was Andrew Cody caring.

“Good.” Looking around he spotted the boy at the counter, Carolyn had shown him a photo or two, although Pope felt that anybody who knew Craig could pick Corbin from a crowd. “He looks like Craig did when he was that age, he's smaller.”

“I'm not exactly a giant.” Olivia chuckled. Despite Craig's towering height their son was likely destined to be small, nobody in Olivia's family reached six feet, her father was barely 5'9”.

“I was small.” Pope reminisced. “I didn't grow until I was almost thirteen.”

“Do you want to meet him?” Olivia tapped her fingers on the table. “I mean,  I don't want you to feel like you have to or anything.”

“I probably shouldn't.” Pope sat with the cup cradled between his hands. “Craig wouldn't appreciate it.”

Olivia chuckled. “Even more reason to do it.”

“Craig says that you're going to let them meet, are you sure that is a good idea? Kids get attached pretty easy at that age.”

Biting her bottom lip, Olivia took a second. “I haven't been sure of anything, since I found out that I was pregnant.” She confessed. “I feel that if I don't, then Corbin is going to somehow hate me and Craig will hate me even more.”

Pope's neutral expression changed, a frown darkened his lightly freckled features. “Craig is nobody's first choice for a father, but I think he'll try.”

“You know, Pope, I think you're right.”

Pope checked his watch and sighed. “I have to go, I have to get Lena soon. It was nice seeing you, maybe we'll see each other before you go back?”

“I'm sure I will see you again.” Olivia added pushing the chair from the table to stand.

“One more thing,” Pope turned his head low. “Don't come by the house for a few days. We have a pest control problem.”

“Noted. Good luck with that, by the way.”

At the counter, Corbin stood quietly waiting for his order. He'd attempted to pay, waved to his grandmother who poked her head out to blow him a kiss, and quietly watched his mom as she sat at the table in the back. The man she was talking to didn't appear to be overly friendly, yet his mom had smiled warmly and laughed at whatever the stranger said.

She would do that from time to time, talk to people without introducing him. Corbin had wondered, when he was younger, if any of the men she spoke to could possibly be the reason for his existence. If they were, his mom never let on.

“What'd you get me?” Olivia asked wrapping her arms around Corbin's shoulders and pulling him close.

“A flat white.”  Corbin squirmed at the public display of mom affection.

“Ooh good choice!” Olivia made a show of kissing his cheek. “I like those.”

“Good, because it was the only thing I could say. I don't know how to speak coffee.”

“You're funny.” Olivia gave up on the public displays of mom affection. Picking up the cup from the counter, and taking that first sacred sip. “Alright, shall we head for the beach?”

Grabbing the bag of muffins and his hot chocolate, Corbin nodded “Yeah! Hey, can we call Deran? He said the next time we went he'd bring a better board for me to try.”

“Deran's probably busy this morning, besides the board you have is fine. Deran's boards are the same as mine, come on. If we want to get a few good runs, we need to boogie.”

Walking out to the car, Corbin rolled his eyes. Typical mom, making him rush, while she held them up. “I wasn't the one talking. Who was that man anyway?”

Unlocking the car, Olivia crossed the front the blinking lights illuminating her torso. “His name is Andrew, he's a friend.”

Allowing the subject of Andrew and Deran to go, Corbin settled in with his hot chocolate and muffin breakfast. A random Top of the Charts station played through the speakers, Olivia mumbling along to a few lyrics of random songs while Corbin watched the California scenery pass them by outside the window.

He loved it here. How could he not? Everybody loved good weather, amazing scenery, and a laid back life style. Come the end of summer, when they packed up to return home, Olivia knew there would be a struggle to leave.   Until then, she wouldn't bother to worry about home or anything that came after it.

Corbin played with the radio, the drive to the beach was short, on a good day when tourist weren't clogging it. Ironic, Olivia hated tourist season when she was a kid, now she was one of them. In a sense of the word.

Pulling into the parking lot, she searched for a place to park while Corbin bounced in his seat. Pointing out the window, he waved wildly. “Look! Mom there's Deran's truck!”

The lime green scout was parked at the end of the lot, a space beside it. Beckoning for Olivia to take the empty spot. Turning to park, the renegade was barely in place when Corbin threw open the door.

“Wait for the car to...” Olivia groaned, her son bailing out before she parked. “stop.”

“Deran!” Corbin shouted waving an arm in the air.

Boys!

Parked, Olivia made no attempt to rush. Boards had to be unloaded and Corbin couldn't get far without one of those. Dark hair flopping, each time his feet hit the ground,  the boy was bounding down the parking area. Corbin looked almost comical running and waving.

“Hey buddy.” Deran waved back, hoisting his board, he spoke to the man with him before walking away. “I didn't think you guys would make it down this morning.”

“My mom held us up, she was talking to some guy.” Corbin replied with a huff, following Deran back to Olivia.  “She took forever.”

“We ran into Pope.” Olivia called from the back of the jeep. Looking up to see Deran standing behind her car, she sighed and sat back on her heels. “He looks like shit.”

“He's been a mess since Baz. Billy being here isn't helping him.” Deran ran his hand through his damp hair. “Oh before you hit the surf, Craig's out there.”

“Great!” Olivia faked a smile, climbing from the back of the renegade. “Just what I wanted.”

Deran grabbed the board from the roof, sliding it off with little effort thanks to years of practice. “Oh come on, it could be worse. His dad could show up at his house, wanting god knows what, and do nothing but sit by the pool and shoot up all day.”

“Experience talking or is that just Craig's style?” Olivia slid her wet suit over her shoulders, picking up her board.

Deran wrinkled his nose and sighed. “Both?”

“Hmm.”

“I can paddle out first, if you want. I'll tell Craig to keep his fucking mouth shut, and we'll head in.” Deran made the offer, walking closer to the sand.

On the beach, Corbin stood waiting patiently, as patiently as he could. Olivia's only rule was no going in the water until she did.

Surveying the water, Olivia shielded her eyes from the reflection. Not far from shore, she could see Craig sitting on his board, facing shore. Bobbing up and down in the water like a black buoy, tall even sitting, his hair wet and clinging to his shoulders and face. Olivia didn't have to be close to know he was cursing like a sailor while silently thanking the universe for this opportunity.

“No need, here he comes.”

Closer and closer, Craig paddled in.

Each second taking him closer to shore. Each second taking him closer to his son. Craig had always imagined this to be vastly different.

Whenever he thought of meeting Corbin it had always been in a diner, or a pub, Corbin would be an adult and he would have tracked Craig down on his own. They'd sit awkwardly trying to hold casual small talk, until one of them decided it wasn't worth it and left.

Corbin was always the first to walk out. He'd tell Craig that he had to see for himself and then gather to courage to walk away. Left Craig would immediately call Olivia and tell her what a bitch she was, ruining the relationship that could have been between father and son.

Coming out of the water, Craig wiped stray droplets off of his beard, the sand was warm and soft, yet somehow he felt like he had blocks tied to his feet trudging forward. Craig was anything but nervous or anxious, until now.

"Well look what the cat dragged in." Craig directed his comment to Olivia. "When did you get back?"

He knew when she'd gotten back. What was he...

Huh, for once Craig Cody was playing it smart.

"About a week ago, did you miss me?" Olivia played in his direction.

"Hard not to miss a pretty face." Craig winked and smirked. "Hey man, you didn't tell me she was back."

"I'm not your secretary." Deran shrugged.

"Well it's good to see you, hey you should stop by sometime. We're still in the same place we always were."

"Maybe I will." Olivia shrugged, playing along.

By now Corbin was growing bored of standing on the sand, watching the waves lap at his toes. His mother was wasting valuable time. When they'd left home, she'd promised him that they would spend every morning at the beach. So far they'd been to the beach a total of eight times in eleven days.

He knew it was rude to interrupt grown ups talking, his mother had always taught him to be polite.

"Manners will go far, you never know who it will impact." She'd always said.

When he forgot his manners, she'd mumble about how much he was like his father. As if Corbin would know, he had no idea who the man was.

"Mom." Corbin jogged forward, screw manners. He wanted to surf. "Hey, mom. Sorry to interrupt." He slowed to a stop. "Can we get in now?"

"Uh, sure. Yeah just a second." Olivia turned away from Deran and Craig.

"Hey, Corbin come here." Deran waved him closer.

Scuffing sand under his feet, Corbin walked forward. "Yeah?"

"This kid," Deran slung an arm around Corbin, "man, you need to stick around and watch him. He's crazy out there. Corbin, this is Craig."

"Hey man." Craig leaned forward to shake hands. "Deran and your mom were bragging you up."

Corbin rolled his eyes, dropping his head, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. "They do that. I'm not really that good."

"Yes you are." Olivia nudged him with her elbow. “I know you want to hit the waves, but G called, she needs help at the shop.” Corbin frowned choosing wisely not to argue, “Lucky for you, Deran offered to let you hang with him.”

There had been no phone call, text, carrier pigeon, or otherwise. Deran hadn't made an offer either, those were minor details that could be worked on later.

“Yeah?” Corbin bounded excitedly in the sand.

“What?” Craig looked between the three, confused.

“Yeah?” Deran threw a what the fuck are you doing look at Olivia. Smiling like the cat that ate the cream, she shrugged slightly.  Clever bitch. “Yeah, absolutely.” He recovered with a firm nod. “Craig and I were going to finish up here and then go see a man about a dirt bike. What do you say?”

Craig had no knowledge of a dirt bike or said man. He was under the impression that after this, he'd be heading home to smoke and pester the shit out of J for the afternoon.

“Why don't you grab your board, I'll put your things in Deran's truck. I'll pick you up later?” Olivia wrapped her arm around Corbin, giving him a kiss on the top of the head. His face said it all.

“Can I? Really? Mom this is so cool. Okay, you can go now. I'll see you later.” Corbin wiggled away trying to rush her off.

“You owe me.” Deran pointed a finger at Olivia, following Corbin into the water.

Blowing a kiss, Olivia waved. Beside her, Craig stood rooted in place.

“What the fuck was that?”

“You wanted to meet your son?” Olivia glanced up at him. “Then this is the best way to do it.”

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But That Makes You Family

Genre: Fan Fiction (Animal Kingdom) Pairing: Craig Cody/OFC Warnings: Drinking, Death, Sexual Content, Language, Drugs Rating: R Length: Chaptered Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: I have had this idea floating around for a while, figured why not write it? Plus, I keep hearing the world needs more Animal Kingdom fics. 

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