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wl_fanfictionHi, everyone! OK, well, I'm writing a new story. It bears no resemblance to anything I've ever written before and I'm not sure if it's appropriate to post in this community. I don't have a beta, and it's kinda hard to write without getting feedback to know if there's anything I should change or could make better. I'm not sure where else I'd post it!
I have to give a little background on it, I think. The story features Ryan Stiles, but no other WL cast member. There is no pairing. The story will probably be entirely PG-PG13. It begins in the 1950's. I'm not sure if it qualifies as AU. I've never really written AU. I guess the only other background I can give is that I love the Monkees and I got this idea in my head that would NOT leave.
If I shouldn't post this here, I'm sorry in advance so just tell me and I won't post any further parts. Otherwise, comments are always appreciated! Thank you!! :)
Title: Long Lost
Pairing: none but featuring Ryan
Rating: PG
Summary: Well, apparently in my mind, two tall, lanky, very funny men with stubborn streaks and almost the same chin are connected in some way.
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Whose Line, nor am I affiliated with the Monkees. I don't own Mike Nesmith or Ryan Stiles. I don't know or own either of their families. This is purely fiction. I am making no profits.
Michael was sixteen when something happened in his family. Until that point, Robert Michael Nesmith, or Mike as he was known to most people, had been an only child. His mother Bette had him when she was eighteen years old. Four years later, she had divorced from Mike’s father and was left to raise her son all by herself, poor and working as a secretary in 1940’s Texas. It was a difficult life for their tiny family, and Mike’s mother rarely had time to date or think about finding a new husband. Hard as it was, most of the time they were pretty happy, just the two of them.
That was why one September night in 1958, when Mike found his mother crying in her bedroom and he went to her and put his arm across her shoulders and asked her what was wrong, he was expecting to hear that she had lost her job. He was expecting to hear that they couldn’t pay for heat this month. He was expecting to hear something bad, but he was not expecting to hear that his thirty-five year old mother was pregnant.
In four years, she would remarry. In four years she would finally achieve success as a businesswoman. Things would turn around. But that was four years away, and nobody could know that this financial struggle wouldn’t last forever. Nobody could know what the future would bring. This pregnancy was a real tragedy for their little family right now, which was exactly what Bette told her son.
“Michael, this is bad, sweetie. This is really bad,” her Texan drawl was broken by sobs.
Mike was only a teenager, but his life had made him sensible and mature for his age. “Ma, who’s the father?” he asked.
She looked at him. “Roy Connors.”
“Mr. Connors? How’s he gonna help us? He’s probably got less than we do!”
“He doesn’t know, Michael. I wasn’t gonna tell him,” Bette informed her son.
Mike’s voice softened. “Ma, what are you gonna do?”
She shook her head, breaking eye contact with him and lowering her gaze to her lap.
“You’re not gonna…” Mike’s eyes widened.
“No. Oh no. I’m…I’m having the baby. Then I’m gonna put the baby up for adoption,” Bette said, a tone of finality in her voice but tears dripping down from her eyes.
Mike hugged his mother, rocking her gently back and forth as she had done for him since he was a baby. “It’s OK, ma. It’ll be alright.”
***
Ryan Lee was born on April 22, 1959. Now seventeen years old, young Robert Michael got to meet his baby brother a total of twice. Then baby Ryan, who would be Mike’s only sibling, was put up for adoption. During that time, most adoptions were “closed”, for the protection and privacy of the involved parties. Not a day went by that Bette didn’t think about Ryan, and not a day went by that Mike didn’t wonder about his only brother…well, half-brother, but brother to him nonetheless…but they had an unspoken agreement not to discuss the painful issue. Once Ryan was placed for adoption, Mike almost never heard his name spoken again.
***
In 1958, the Stiles family was living in Seattle. Sonny and Irene Stiles had four children already, and had often talked about having a fifth. While Sonny worked as a plant supervisor, Irene was a stay at home mom to their three sons and one daughter. The couple lived a happy, middle-class life, and were really eager to add to their family. During that time, more and more families had been adopting children, mostly infants, in the United States. The couple had just seen something in the paper about the rising number of kids that were being adopted. They began talking about adopting, rather than going through another pregnancy, in the winter of that year. They knew that they would pass any screenings prior to the adoption, and they knew they could provide a loving home for another child.
Around Christmastime of 1958, when unbeknownst to them, Mike’s mother was in her fourth month of pregnancy in Texas, Irene and Sonny brought up the idea to their children. The siblings embraced the notion of adopting a child, and the decision was made to contact an agency and begin the process of looking for a baby to bring into their home. In March of 1959, when their search led them to Texas, when they were meeting babies and children who looked at them with such hopefulness that it was hard not to want to adopt all of them, the Stiles’ almost adopted a little girl. She was two years old and her name was Frances. But they decided to wait. They decided to go back to Seattle and think about their decision a little bit further. When they returned to Texas again at the end of May, 1959, the little girl was gone, but a baby had taken her place. A boy, with fine strands of the sandy hair he’d gotten from a father that never knew him; a boy who still had the blue eyes that babies have which would turn green over time, another trait from his dad’s side of the family. The Stiles’ met this boy, who was a little over a month old, and asked his name.
“Ryan Lee.”
The couple fell in love with Ryan and decided to bring him home. He became part of their family…Ryan Lee Stiles.
***
Bette did remarry in 1962 and her life as a businesswoman really began to soar. She never told her new husband about Ryan, and she instructed Mike not to bring it up. In her head, Bette wished desperately that she could have predicted the future. If she would have known that this kind of good fortune lay ahead, she would have kept Ryan and made her way through the interim, as she’d always made her way through tough patches in her life. Well, she thought to herself, I didn’t know and now there’s nothing I can do about it. In those days, there was no such thing as finding and reclaiming your biological child. Ryan was gone, and all Bette could do was hope that he’d been given to a loving family.
Ryan had been given to a loving family. In the early 1960’s when Mike was in the Air Force, Ryan crossing his mind every day, Ryan was growing up in the Stiles’ household, a happy, silly child who was everyone’s delight as the baby of the family. Sonny and Irene agreed and informed their other kids that Ryan’s adoption was not a topic to be discussed. Ryan didn’t need to be informed, and it would never be brought up unless someday Ryan asked about it. They loved Ryan as if he was their biological child, and they treated him as such. They didn’t see what good could ever come out of telling Ryan that he was adopted.
TBC
I have to give a little background on it, I think. The story features Ryan Stiles, but no other WL cast member. There is no pairing. The story will probably be entirely PG-PG13. It begins in the 1950's. I'm not sure if it qualifies as AU. I've never really written AU. I guess the only other background I can give is that I love the Monkees and I got this idea in my head that would NOT leave.
If I shouldn't post this here, I'm sorry in advance so just tell me and I won't post any further parts. Otherwise, comments are always appreciated! Thank you!! :)
Title: Long Lost
Pairing: none but featuring Ryan
Rating: PG
Summary: Well, apparently in my mind, two tall, lanky, very funny men with stubborn streaks and almost the same chin are connected in some way.
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Whose Line, nor am I affiliated with the Monkees. I don't own Mike Nesmith or Ryan Stiles. I don't know or own either of their families. This is purely fiction. I am making no profits.
Michael was sixteen when something happened in his family. Until that point, Robert Michael Nesmith, or Mike as he was known to most people, had been an only child. His mother Bette had him when she was eighteen years old. Four years later, she had divorced from Mike’s father and was left to raise her son all by herself, poor and working as a secretary in 1940’s Texas. It was a difficult life for their tiny family, and Mike’s mother rarely had time to date or think about finding a new husband. Hard as it was, most of the time they were pretty happy, just the two of them.
That was why one September night in 1958, when Mike found his mother crying in her bedroom and he went to her and put his arm across her shoulders and asked her what was wrong, he was expecting to hear that she had lost her job. He was expecting to hear that they couldn’t pay for heat this month. He was expecting to hear something bad, but he was not expecting to hear that his thirty-five year old mother was pregnant.
In four years, she would remarry. In four years she would finally achieve success as a businesswoman. Things would turn around. But that was four years away, and nobody could know that this financial struggle wouldn’t last forever. Nobody could know what the future would bring. This pregnancy was a real tragedy for their little family right now, which was exactly what Bette told her son.
“Michael, this is bad, sweetie. This is really bad,” her Texan drawl was broken by sobs.
Mike was only a teenager, but his life had made him sensible and mature for his age. “Ma, who’s the father?” he asked.
She looked at him. “Roy Connors.”
“Mr. Connors? How’s he gonna help us? He’s probably got less than we do!”
“He doesn’t know, Michael. I wasn’t gonna tell him,” Bette informed her son.
Mike’s voice softened. “Ma, what are you gonna do?”
She shook her head, breaking eye contact with him and lowering her gaze to her lap.
“You’re not gonna…” Mike’s eyes widened.
“No. Oh no. I’m…I’m having the baby. Then I’m gonna put the baby up for adoption,” Bette said, a tone of finality in her voice but tears dripping down from her eyes.
Mike hugged his mother, rocking her gently back and forth as she had done for him since he was a baby. “It’s OK, ma. It’ll be alright.”
***
Ryan Lee was born on April 22, 1959. Now seventeen years old, young Robert Michael got to meet his baby brother a total of twice. Then baby Ryan, who would be Mike’s only sibling, was put up for adoption. During that time, most adoptions were “closed”, for the protection and privacy of the involved parties. Not a day went by that Bette didn’t think about Ryan, and not a day went by that Mike didn’t wonder about his only brother…well, half-brother, but brother to him nonetheless…but they had an unspoken agreement not to discuss the painful issue. Once Ryan was placed for adoption, Mike almost never heard his name spoken again.
***
In 1958, the Stiles family was living in Seattle. Sonny and Irene Stiles had four children already, and had often talked about having a fifth. While Sonny worked as a plant supervisor, Irene was a stay at home mom to their three sons and one daughter. The couple lived a happy, middle-class life, and were really eager to add to their family. During that time, more and more families had been adopting children, mostly infants, in the United States. The couple had just seen something in the paper about the rising number of kids that were being adopted. They began talking about adopting, rather than going through another pregnancy, in the winter of that year. They knew that they would pass any screenings prior to the adoption, and they knew they could provide a loving home for another child.
Around Christmastime of 1958, when unbeknownst to them, Mike’s mother was in her fourth month of pregnancy in Texas, Irene and Sonny brought up the idea to their children. The siblings embraced the notion of adopting a child, and the decision was made to contact an agency and begin the process of looking for a baby to bring into their home. In March of 1959, when their search led them to Texas, when they were meeting babies and children who looked at them with such hopefulness that it was hard not to want to adopt all of them, the Stiles’ almost adopted a little girl. She was two years old and her name was Frances. But they decided to wait. They decided to go back to Seattle and think about their decision a little bit further. When they returned to Texas again at the end of May, 1959, the little girl was gone, but a baby had taken her place. A boy, with fine strands of the sandy hair he’d gotten from a father that never knew him; a boy who still had the blue eyes that babies have which would turn green over time, another trait from his dad’s side of the family. The Stiles’ met this boy, who was a little over a month old, and asked his name.
“Ryan Lee.”
The couple fell in love with Ryan and decided to bring him home. He became part of their family…Ryan Lee Stiles.
***
Bette did remarry in 1962 and her life as a businesswoman really began to soar. She never told her new husband about Ryan, and she instructed Mike not to bring it up. In her head, Bette wished desperately that she could have predicted the future. If she would have known that this kind of good fortune lay ahead, she would have kept Ryan and made her way through the interim, as she’d always made her way through tough patches in her life. Well, she thought to herself, I didn’t know and now there’s nothing I can do about it. In those days, there was no such thing as finding and reclaiming your biological child. Ryan was gone, and all Bette could do was hope that he’d been given to a loving family.
Ryan had been given to a loving family. In the early 1960’s when Mike was in the Air Force, Ryan crossing his mind every day, Ryan was growing up in the Stiles’ household, a happy, silly child who was everyone’s delight as the baby of the family. Sonny and Irene agreed and informed their other kids that Ryan’s adoption was not a topic to be discussed. Ryan didn’t need to be informed, and it would never be brought up unless someday Ryan asked about it. They loved Ryan as if he was their biological child, and they treated him as such. They didn’t see what good could ever come out of telling Ryan that he was adopted.
TBC
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