The Babysitter - Garycato (Final Space Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Little Cato woke up on his bed. His father must have moved him while he was asleep.
The boy looked around the house, checking if his father was still around to find, to his disappointment, that his father was long gone.

"Great.." he sighed as he grabbed a box of cereal and made his breakfast.
As if the lack of a father figure wasn't enough to bring his spirits down, Little Cato remembered that today he had school.

School wasn't that great. Little Cato may be the son of the second in command, General Avocato, but that didn't help him make friends. Rather than help, it pushed people away.
Everyone was always too afraid or too jealous to try befriend him. They'd cower everytime he walked past them and treated him nicely only in fear that Little Cato would tell on them. Sure, Little Cato would love to use his father in a "my dad is better than yours" battle, but at this rate he wasn't sure if his dad was really the best.

He was sick of the same lonely routine. Sick of studying how to pledge your life to the Lord Commander. Sick of other kids pushing him around and talking behind his back, too afraid to face him.

It was like life was giving him everything but what he wanted.

While Little Cato was busy studying and dealing with unwanted attention, General Avocato was busy with his own share of work.
Usually, he was required to leave the planet to order Lord Commander's army or even destroy planets but recently he was forced to do more paperwork. Luckily, this meant he didn't have to leave the planet as often, leaving him to go back home to see his son more often.

Currently, Avocato stood next to the Lord Commander who sat at the end of a long table, making deals and alliances with other home planets, every so often turning to Avocato for a second opinion before he made his final decision.

Avocato wasn't the type to sit still and wait for others to act but after he became a general he had no other choice but to sit back and let others do the work as he simply guided them. So, now that he is doing the definition of nothing but standing, he feels somewhat annoyed that he is wasting his precious time as he merely is here to over hear conversations he has no need for.

There were no wars going on at the moment, this gave Avocato a bit hope that he would finally get some off time to spend with his son. He had broken enough promises to his dear son and this time he wanted to make one he could keep.
He wanted to go home and tell him "today we are going to a shooting range together" and actually be able to go plinking with his son.

"Isn't that right Avocato" the sinister voice of Lord Commander knocks the man out of his thought train but even so his expression does not waver. I guess you could say that he practiced enough at pretending to be listening.

"Yes sir" Avocato simply nodded, his stance still as rigid as ever.

Somewhere else

"Are you sure that this is the right guy?"

"Yes...that's definitely John Goodspeed's son"

"Magnificent...I want him here alive, I will provide the rest"

"Yes sir"