# My Mentor

Title: My Mentor
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon, Fang, Naser, Samantha
Rating: SFW
Classification: One Shot
Author: Anonymous
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>Ripley died in the line of duty.
>You attend the funeral to pay your respects.
>He was your mentor, the father-figure you never had growing up.
>You approach his wife to give your condolences and tell her how much he meant to you.
>She invites you over for dinner to share stories.
>You have fun with her family as they warmly accept you.
>At first it was awkward, but her daughter had a human boyfriend, so you didn't feel out of place for long.
>At some point it became a regular thing for you to come visit and hang out with your new...family?
>You didn't come from a good home so it was already pretty crazy that you became a cop.
>But Ripley saw potential in you and set you straight.
>His kids are already calling you "uncle."
>His wife, on the other hand, had other plans for you.
>You were a lot like him, a bit softer around the edges, but he was your role model.
>And she was lonely and needy.
>Who were you to deny a woman in need?
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>You weren't Ripley.
>But you weren't just his replacement either.
>She assured you of that.
>It had to be hidden, at first.
>Ripley was the Police Commissioner afterall.
>And he was well loved.
>But it was no secret that you were his protégé.
>There were rumors, of course.
>And that carried a certain thrill.
>Which translated well into the bedroom.
>She was older than you, but she didn't act like it.
>She was insatiable.
>She was ravenous.
>And she always demanded more.
>And you were always more than willing to give it to her.
>Every night she would scream your name.
>Every night you were grateful that her children were grown and gone.
>But secrets weren't meant to last.
>It was time.
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>Your future stepson had time off from his classes to come visit.
>Since her daughter still lived in the city, it was a good opportunity to let them know.
>Dinner with Samantha, Naser, and Lucy became awkward again.
>Not because you were the only human present.
>But because you knew their mother biblically.
>And some part of you felt that they knew.
>Maybe you were overthinking it.
>But there's something in the way they call you "uncle."
>Something in the way they spoke to you.
>Something in the look in their eyes.
>Still, you kept up a casual front.
>But you were nervous.
>Would they accept you?
>Could you be a role model for them?
>What if they hate you for daring to take their father’s place?
>Under the table, Samantha grips your hand.
>She knows you well enough to sense these things.
>You take a deep breath.
>Of course they’ll accept you.
>They are already adults.
>You aren’t supposed to take their father’s place.
>Samantha rose from her seat with you following suit.
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>The reaction wasn’t as climactic as you expected.
>Your gut was right, they knew.
>It was when they started calling you their uncle that they accepted you.
>Their mother was a wreck when Ripley passed.
>As much as they loved their mother, they could only do so much.
>When your visits became regular occurrences, their mother’s chipper demeanor returned.
>Ripley will always have a place in their hearts, but he’s no longer around.
>They were a little put off by how quickly everything moved.
>But they couldn’t argue with the result.
>You brought their mother back.