Title: Discovering Clairmont: Part V
Rating: R [language, sex and drugs]
Characters: Summer, Adele, and Bob Dylan, James Page Jr., Cameron Crowe, Dylan children, Jimmy Page

Author's Note: This series is based on Cameron Crowe's Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Using both the book and movie as guides, I hope to provide a glimpse into what could have happened, especially in relation to Midnight Shift. Completely canon with the epic and WILL contain spoilers.

Summary: Christmas break is upon them.  Summer heads to LA to spend the holiday with Bob... and there's an unexpected visitor.




Doodling in her journal, not paying any attention to the teacher, Summer glanced up at the clock.  She sighed, watching the hands on the clock face seemingly not move.  She had never really understood the anxiety leading up to a vacation from school before, but now she definitely did.  Once that class was over, there was only one more before Christmas vacation.  Everyone seemed antsy, even Cameron who didn’t do classwork any more than she did.

A poke in her left side snapped her attention away from the clock.  Pivoting slightly, her eyes dropped down to the fingers holding a note for her.  Discreetly accepting it, she waited until the teacher’s back was turned to the classroom to unfold it and hide it in her journal.  Rolling her eyes at the question as to whether or not she was going to blow her boyfriend for Christmas, Summer quickly scribbled a response and passed it back to Linda.

When the bell rang ten minutes later, the students quickly gathered their things and hurried out of the classroom.  Before the brunette had a chance to harass Summer more about “going all the way” with Cameron, she hurried out of the room and quickly met up with him across the hall.  He slipped his arm happily around her waist, turning her down the hall towards their last class.

“Let’s skip,” Summer declared softly.

“It’s cute when you do it, but I don’t think—”

“No, class,” she interrupted. “Let’s skip the last class.”

He stopped in the middle of the hallway, glancing down at her, “You don’t want to go to class?”

“I couldn’t concentrate in the last one,” she whispered. “And Linda kept passing me notes about you.  So let’s just slip out and go… somewhere else.”

His eyes searched hers briefly before he smiled, “Okay.”

They casually strolled down the hallway, stopping at each of their lockers to deposit their books and grab their jackets.  Without drawing any attention to themselves, narrowly avoiding their friends in the process, Summer and Cameron slipped out of the high school.  He glanced once over his shoulder and noticed the principal watching them walking away from the building.  Briefly hesitating as he pulled his keys out, Cameron nervously opened Summer’s door before heading to the driver’s seat.

“So where should we go?” he asked, starting the car.

“Um, maybe to Carl’s for a bit?  Then you can come and help me pack,” she suggested.

He frowned slightly as they headed out of the parking lot.  Noticing it, Summer reached over and covered his hand on the gear shift.  He lifted his hand slightly, allowing her fingers to curl around his hand.  His brown eyes glanced at her once they reached a stop sign.  Without even a blink of consideration, Summer leaned over and pecked his cheek.

“It’s only fair that we spend Christmas with my dad, Cam,” she commented.

“I know… I know.  It just…”

She squeezed his hand, “I’ll miss you too.  But I’ll only be gone for a week.  Still be able to go to the New Year’s party with you.”

“You will?”

“Of course!   You are my boyfriend, Dave,” she declared with a smile as he pulled into a parking space at the popular teen hangout.

As he turned off the car, Summer leaned across and kissed his cheek again.  Cameron’s eyes turned to meet hers.   Aware others could see them, she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and crawled into his lap.  Her hands touched his cheeks and she kissed him deeply.  His hands settled on her butt, not entirely sure where to place them.  She continued to kiss him, wiggling ever so slightly.

Summer pulled back to breathe, her blue eyes looking deeply into his.  Smiling, she kissed him once more, her hands settling on his shoulders.  She shifted backwards to look at him better.  Forgetting they were in a car, her changed position made her back press into the horn, causing it to blast.  Laughing, Summer shifted back close to him.

“Do you want…,” Cameron smirked, “to go grab a drink or something?”

“Well,” she kissed him quickly, “we are here, so I suppose we should.”

Her lips brushed his again before she reached for the door handle.  In one fluid movement, she opened the door and climbed out of his lap.  Her eyes went to his, waiting for him to get out of the car too.  Cameron looked down briefly, a flush filling his cheeks.  Covering her mouth, Summer suppressed her giggle and stepped away, giving him a moment to compose himself.

Hearing him close the door, she turned and offered her hand to him.  With a smile, Cameron’s hand closed over hers and he followed her into the fast food restaurant.  She slipped into a booth while he headed up to the counter to get a milkshake and some fries.  His eyes glanced around, absorbing details of the scene.  Even if they regularly hung out at Carl’s, he still continued to look for something he had not noticed before, some little detail that could blossom into a story.

When he headed to the booth with fries and a shake, Summer was nowhere to be found.  He briefly worried, but figured she must have just gone to the restroom and slid into the booth himself.  Munching on some fries, he scanned the dining room again, picking up bits and pieces of conversations.  His eyes settled on Summer as she exited the bathroom, a scowl on her face.

She plopped down in the booth across from him.  Saying nothing, she reached for the shake and scooped the whipped cream off the top.  Cameron watched her every moment, trying to figure out how to best approach her sudden shift in mood.  Deciding to wait it out until she said something, he reached for another fry.

“Do you think I’m a slut?” she quickly asked.

His eyes widened and he looked around to see if anyone heard her, “What makes you say that?”

“The girls in the bathroom said that girls who sleep with musicians are just whores looking for fame,” Summer declared.

He chuckled uncomfortably, “Katrin, it’s not like you’ve done that.”

Hearing the stress on her name, Summer quickly understood they could not talk about it there.  Sighing, she reached for the shake and sucked on the big red straw for a moment.  With another slight grimace, she pushed it across the table to Cameron.  Looking at her, he sipped the drink briefly, pushed it aside, and slid out of the booth.  He held his hand out to her, ignoring the basket of fries.  Without pause, she accepted his hand and stood up.  His lips quickly brushed across hers before tugging her towards the exit.

Once seated back in the car, Cameron started up the car before glancing sideways at her, “Okay, Summer…”

“You think I’m a slut because I’ve slept with rock stars.”

“No.  Not at all.  I’ve never, ever thought that.  You know that,” he quickly declared, backing out of the parking space.

“But they said… they couldn’t wait until Led Zeppelin came through again, because then all the stupid whores would flock back to them…”

Cameron smirked, “Summer, you know the baby groupies.  You know what they’re like.  And you know that you’re nothing like them.”

“But—”

“No buts,” he interrupted. “You’re nothing like them.”

“I guess…”

“How about we stop at my house and pick up your Christmas present before I take you home?” he suggested.

Her eyes went to his, “Cam…”

“Of course I’ve got one for Jamie too,” he declared, reaching for her hand while stopped at a stop sign. “Smile for me, pretty girl.”

Summer forced a quick smile.

“That’s better.  Forget what those girls said, Summer.  You’re better than them.  You’re better than all of this.”

Sighing, she leaned her head against the window and fell silent.  Her silence always concerned Cameron, but he knew better than to try and force talking in the moment.  Instead, he turned on the music and headed to his house.  Once parked in the driveway, Cameron leaned over and kissed her cheek briefly, told her he would be right back, and hurried into the house.  He returned a moment later and stood outside her door, waiting for her to open it so he could place the packages in her lap.

Slipping the wrapped gifts into her lap, Cameron quickly stole another kiss, “Mom says Merry Christmas, by the way.”

“I have something for you to bring back for her too,” she smiled slightly.

His lips touched hers once more before he pulled away and closed her door.  He hurried around to the driver’s side and quickly backed out of the driveway.  They arrived at her house quickly and headed up to the front door.  Cameron reached for the doorknob and frowned when the door did not open.

“Mom must have taken Jamie somewhere,” Summer commented. “My keys are in the small pocket of my backpack.”

Shifting behind her, Cameron pulled her keys out and unlocked the door.  He held the door open while Summer carried the packages in and set them on the coffee table.  She dropped her backpack on a dining chair before glancing around the kitchen for a note from her mother.  Finding one on the counter, she smiled slightly.

Holding it up, she turned to face Cameron, “She took Jamie shopping.  Says she thought it was the last chance she would get to go without me or Dad with her.”

“Ah, I see,” he responded.

“So I guess we can go pack now or something,” she stated, setting the note down.

“Sure, if you want,” he smiled.

Cameron followed her to her bedroom.  As she pulled out her suitcase and set it on the bed, he turned to her record player.  He selected an album to play, while she tossed clothing from her closet on top of the suitcase.  As the first notes of “Refugee” filled the room, Cameron sat back down on the bed and reached for Summer’s pile of clothing.  Without direction, he began to fold her dresses, even though she kept tossing clothing his way.  She giggled as a red blouse landed on his head.  Cameron plucked it off his head, quickly folded it, and added it to the suitcase.

Moving to her dresser, she pulled out pajamas and tossed them to him before moving to another drawer.  Rather than throw any more, Summer headed over to him with two pairs of jeans, smiling as he pulled them out of her hands and quickly added them to the suitcase.

“No undies?” he commented as he shoved the last pair of jeans in with the rest of her clothes.

Waiting until he faced her again, Summer sat down, straddling his lap, “The only undies and bras I own are the ones Jimmy bought me for when he wants me to dress up as something.”

“I see…”

She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts, “Do you really feel a bra right now?”

He gulped, but did not say anything.  Summer’s arms casually draped over his shoulders, allowing him to drop his hands if he wished.  Frozen in place, his hands remained cupping her small breasts as she leaned forward and kissed him.  As she deepened the kiss, his hands began to squeeze and massage her breasts.  With little effort, Summer pushed him to lie back on her bed.  His hands left her breasts, roaming over her body to cup her butt.

As he instinctively pushed her closer to him, Summer moaned softly into his mouth.  Her lips left his, kissing down his throat to shower kisses around his Adam’s apple.  His hands traced up from her ass, slipping under her soft cotton tee shirt.  Ever so slowly, his fingertips caressed her soft flesh, working the shirt further up.  Summer’s lips left his flesh and she sat up quickly.  As she pressed her hips down against his, her fingers clutched the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off, tossing it over her shoulder.

Cameron groaned, his eyes staring at her breasts.  Slowly she began to grind on top of him, her hands guiding his to her bare breasts.  A husky moan left his lips as her breasts filled his palms.  He squeezed gently, smiling as she closed her eyes and threw her hair back.  Biting his lip, Cameron’s hands traced down the curves of her body, settling on her hips.  Tightening his grip slightly, he stopped her undulations, certain she was enjoying his tight pants as much as he was.

As her eyes met his, he reached up with one hand and guided her back down to kiss him.  With their lips locked, he rolled gently.  Now that her back was pressed against the bed, Cameron moved down and kissed her breasts.  She gasped as his teeth gently bit down on her nipple, her fingers quickly clutching his dark brown hair.  Smiling, Cameron met her mouth once more, his hand squeezing her breast.

“Summer,” he muttered against her mouth as his fingers rolled her nipple around.

“Yes, Cam…” she moaned, her hand reaching between them to grope his erection as it strained against his jeans.

He groaned, “Summer, I want—”

“Summer?  Cameron?” Adele called. “We’re home.  Are you two—”

Cameron froze, one hand on Summer’s breast, the other about to slip down the front of her jeans.  His mouth remained pressed to hers, but he could not move.  Her mother and son were home, unexpectedly.  And Summer’s bedroom door was open.

“Summer?  Cameron?  Are you—oh my,” her mother muttered at the entrance to the room. “Jamie and I will wait out in the living room…”

As her mother walked away, Summer broke into nervous giggles.  Her right hand gently touched Cameron’s red cheek and she kissed him again.  Slowly she reached down and pulled his hand free from her pants and then the other from her breast.  With another kiss, she eased him off of her and searched out her tee shirt.

Eyes going to him as he lay on his back next to her suitcase, his cheeks still bright red, Summer pulled her shirt back on and returned to the bed.  She quickly straddled his lap and leaned down.  Her lips showered little kisses all over his face before she leaned up.

“Everything is fine, Cameron,” she commented before kissing his mouth quickly.

“She… she…”

“Everything is fine,” she kissed him again. “Come join us out in the living room once you’ve got yourself back together.”

Closing his eyes, he sighed as she left the bedroom.  He could only think of one thing worse than having her mom walk in while they were.  And now he had to calm himself down and walk out into the living room to open gifts with her family before she left.  Awkward did not begin to describe that day, not at all.



Lounging by the pool in her blue bikini, Summer half-watched as Bob played with Jamie in the water.  The baby giggled whenever his grandfather purposefully dunked him slightly under the water.  He did not seem to have the fear of the water his mother once had, and she was grateful for that.  

Since their arrival in Los Angeles two days before, Jamie and Bob had been inseparable.  Summer found it adorable and made no efforts to keep her son from trailing after his grandfather every moment he could.  She knew it would change in another day, as her half-siblings would arrive to spend the holidays with them.  With her youngest brother, Jakob, only ten years older than Jamie, she just knew her son would attach himself to his uncle.

But as they had yet to arrive, she so was enjoying the chance to relax and not think about anything at all.  Yet as she dozed in the warm sun, her thoughts kept drifting south.  A small smile teased at the corners of her mouth, just thinking about Cameron.  He made her feel…so amazing.  Just being around him felt like everything was right in the world.  And on top of it all, Jamie loved and adored him too.  Coming to California had been a positive change in both of their lives.  She was certain of it.

“Summer?” her mother’s voice interrupted her dozing.

Opening one eye, she glanced up at her mother, “Yeah?”

“You have a visitor…”

Instantly thinking it was Cameron, as their phone conversation the night before was filled with longing, Summer quickly pivoted out of the lounge chair.  She picked up her sarong and tied it about her waist, before heading into the house.  Two steps into the house, she stopped, her heart stopping.

“Happy Christmas, princess,” a slight smile on his face.

Summer stared at him, “Jimmy?”

He stepped forward and embraced her, his lips touching her forehead, “I’ve missed you, princess.”

“I… what are you doing here?”

“I’ve missed you,” he repeated, squeezing her gently. “I thought now would be the best time to visit.”

“I haven’t… I haven’t heard from you in over six weeks,” Summer pointed out.

“Has it really been that long?” he frowned, his arms still around her. “I am greatly remorseful for that.”

Her blue eyes searched his and she pulled out of his arms, “Jimmy, you can’t just—”

“Our son, where is our son?”

“Outside.  Playing in the pool with Dad,” she responded.

His eyes flicked to the glass door, “Can I see him?”

“Um…”

He frowned again, “Why not?”

She folded her arms across her bare stomach, “Because I don’t know how I feel about you being here.”

“But I’m here for you, for him.”

“Jimmy, you can’t just suddenly walk back into our lives like this.”

“But—”

“Jimmy,” she interrupted, reaching up to his chin, and tilted his face so she could look into his eyes, “are you high right now?”

He blinked, saying nothing.

Her eyes narrowed, “Jimmy, you can’t—”

“I’m not,” he interrupted. “I didn’t even bring anything with me.”

“Jimmy,” she lowered her voice, “you’re going to go through withdrawals at my dad’s house.”

“If I were an addict, I supposed that could happen,” he commented. “But I’m not.”

Summer merely stared at him for a long moment, “My brothers and sisters get here today.  There really isn’t going to be any room in the house.  Jamie is already staying in my room with me.”

He stepped closer again, his fingers picking at an errant blonde curl, “Then we’ll get a hotel room, just you, me, and our son.”

“No,” she shook her head, pulling her hair free from his fingers. “We’re staying here.  We as in James and me.”

“But—”

“Jimmy, I came here to spend the holidays with my family.  I’m not letting you whisk me away to some hotel,” Summer declared. “I’m staying here and there’s nothing you can say about it.”

Adele re-entered the room from the backyard, “I told the driver to take your luggage up to Summer’s room, Jimmy.  Would you care for some tea?”

“That would be delightful, Mrs. Dylan,” he responded with a smile.

She chuckled, “We are long past that, Jimmy.  It’s Adele.  You know that.”

He smirked, “I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries.”

“Come help.  I can hardly reach the teapot in this kitchen,” she declared, motioning to the room.

Watching as Jimmy left with her mother, Summer tried to wrap her mind around what was happening.  She did not know how to handle the fact that her estranged fiancé was in California.  Not for a moment was she prepared to face Jimmy, even if he was sober like he claimed.  She had wanted a drama-free Christmas.  Jimmy suddenly made that impossible.



Sitting in her room while Jamie suckled on his nighttime bottle, Summer reached for the phone.  Dialing Cameron’s number, she wished she was with him that night instead of thinking of the prospect of sharing the queen bed with Jimmy.  Everything was normal with Cameron.  Nothing was normal with Jimmy.  Not the smoothies he made for everyone after dinner or the bottle of wine he was currently sharing with her parents.  It frustrated her and—

“Hello?”

She smiled in relief, “Hi.”

“Hey, sweet girl.  How was your day?”

Sighing, Summer quickly told him how everything was going swimmingly until Jimmy showed up.  Cameron remained quiet while she detailed how Jimmy somehow managed to charm her mother into inviting him to stay at the house as long as they were there, how her brothers seemed star struck by him, and how her dad had not even complained much about his presence.  It seemed the only two people in the Dylan household having issue with Jimmy was Summer and Jamie.  

“So… what are you going to do?” he asked softly.

“It would probably be wrong to ask you to come up and get us, right?”

He chuckled uncomfortably, “Summer, you don’t want to come back to San Diego for Christmas.  You have been so excited to spend it with your family.”

“Jimmy was not supposed to be in the picture.”

“I know, sweetheart, but he is your fiancé.”

She sighed, “Kinda…”

“What do you mean kinda?”

“I don’t have his ring anymore.”

Cameron remained silent for a moment, “You don’t?”

“I mean, it’s on a chain in my jewelry box back home.  I don’t wear it anymore.  Why would I?  It’s been six weeks since I had any indication he was even alive,” she explained.

“Maybe… you need to talk about the status of your relationship with him and this is your chance to do that.”

“I want to be with you, Cameron,” she blurted out.

He paused again, “Summer…”

“Jimmy is… he’s a shell of the man he once was.  I didn’t even feel anything when he was—”

“I think you owe it to yourself and to your son to at least give him a chance,” he declared.

“But—”

“You’ll regret it if you don’t at least try.”

She sighed, “Fine.  I’ll tolerate him for the holidays.  But Cam—”

“I know, Summer.  I know.”

They ended their phone conversation and hung up a few minutes later.  Pacing over to Jamie’s crib, she slipped the empty bottle out of his hands and set it on the dresser.  Returning to his bedside she smiled down at her son as his thumb quickly slipped between his lips.  Her fingers brushed his dark curls across his forehead before she stepped away from the crib.  

Turning towards the door, she jumped slightly, seeing Jimmy standing there, “Jimmy, you frightened me.”

He stepped forward, closing the door behind him, “I apologize.  Our son, he sleeps?”

She nodded, but did not say anything.

Slowly Jimmy approached her.  One hand circled around her waist, pulling her close, while the other disappeared into her hair, guiding her into a kiss.  He held her tight until she relaxed slightly, allowing his tongue to slip between her lips.  Ever so slowly, he guided her back to the bed, ignoring her resistance.  He peeled off her dress before pushing her back onto the bed, a bit forcefully.

As she collapsed onto the bed, anger coloring her eyes, Jimmy quickly pulled off his clothing and knelt.  Summer sat up to protest but he pulled her legs apart and leaned down to kiss her sex.  Her legs tensed, attempting to close, but his hands remained clutching her inner thighs.  Summer wiggled, trying to push away.  Jimmy’s fingers tightened and he began to kiss and lick her.

Despite her emotional protest, her body instantly reacted to his mouth.  She moaned softly when he slipped a finger into her, gently stroking her body.  His thumb rubbed against her clitoris while his fingers gently moved in and out of her sex.  She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to suppress her moans so as to not wake up their son.

“Jimmy,” she hissed.

With a smile on his face, Jimmy moved up her body.  He paused to kiss and suck her breasts, noticing in the back of his mind how they still seemed larger than prior to her pregnancy.  His lips touched the hollow of her throat before skipping up to her mouth.

“I’ve missed you,” he muttered before sucking on her tongue.

He began to grind his flaccid penis against her body, hoping the contact would arouse him.  Continuing kissing and grinding against her, Jimmy poured his effort into reminding Summer of what she had been missing the past few months.  He stopped kissing her mouth to lean down and suckle on her nipples again.  His fingers traced down her body once more and began to touch her again.  Once his skin was coated with her sexual honey, he reached for his cock and stroked it.

“Summer,” he muttered, his eyes meeting hers.

“What?” she whispered, glancing at the crib quickly.

Jimmy glanced down, bringing her attention down as well, “Will you suck it?”

Her eyes focused on his penis, but she did not respond.  Taking that as a yes, Jimmy crawled up, offering his cock to her.  She turned her face to the side, refusing to even kiss it.  Jimmy rubbed it against her face for a moment, before growling and rolling off of her.

“Dammit, Summer, why can’t you just—”

She quickly scrambled out of the bed and retrieved pajamas from the dresser, “You really think you can just suddenly decide to be with me and I’ll just spread my legs and suck your cock because you want it?”

“We’re getting married, aren’t we?  What more do you want?”

Turning around quickly, she pulled her top on, “Are you kidding me?”

“You’re the one who left me,” he retorted.

Summer glared at him, “I came here to California to experience something I have never have before.  And you know what?  Jamie and I have been having a great time.  We get sunshine and trips to the park and—”

“You’re not wearing your ring,” Jimmy declared, his eyes on her hand.

She quickly covered her hand, “Of course I’m not.”

“Do you not want to get married anymore?” he asked

“It’s not that,” Summer sat back down on the bed. “I can’t wear a fancy engagement ring while going to high school.”

He sighed, “That’s not really an answer.”

“Jimmy…”

“Come back to England with me,” he requested

She bent over and picked up his silk boxers from the floor.  Waiting for him to put them back on, Summer remained silent.  The fact he never got erect while attempting to initiate sex with her could only mean one thing.  Coupled with the fact he had not gone through any kind of withdrawal, she knew he was not clean, not like he said he was.

“I can’t, Jimmy,” Summer declared.

“Why not?”

“I still have half the school year to go through,” she answered.

“So?  It’s no big deal.  You’re just pretending to be a student anyways.”

“I can’t, Jimmy.  I just can’t.”

“But…”

“I can’t.  Not yet.”

“But—”

“I can’t, Jimmy.  Not yet.”

His eyes focused on hers, “Then I’ll stay in California.”

She shook her head, “You can’t.  There is no way I could explain you to my friends.”

“You wouldn’t hav—”

“No, Jimmy.  You cannot stay here,” Summer declared.

“I’ll get a house here in Malibu then.  You can spend the weekend with me.”

She shook her head, “I can’t.”

“Please, Summer.  I’m no good without you.”