The Faculty - Written for Get your words out

[prisca]

Title: Whining Sissy
Character: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor
Word Count: 327
Prompt: whine
Rating: R
Warning: mention of abuse/violation

Note: Alternate Universe!

Sequal to Hitchhiking (can be read as a stand-onlne ficlet)

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Zeke eyed the boy sitting on the old couch in his garage. „It was a risky decision to get into a car of someone you don't know and to go home with him,“ he said.

Casey, that was his name, he had told Zeke when they had stopped at a small diner for a short lunch break, turned to him, and again Zeke felt attracted by his deep blue eyes, even if they looked so lost. „I don't have anything to lose,“ Casey said, „I'm used to it, that people bully me. My father hit me every day; called me a whining sissy, a bootless loser. Told me that I didn't deserve better. And I did believe him; I let it happen that he broke me.“

„Shit!“ Zeke felt anger rising, balled his hands into fists. Yes, he could tell volumes about parents who didn't care, but never had his father been abusive.

„Until that night, some days ago.“ Now Casey's voice was slightly shaking. „He was drunk again, but instead of hitting me again, he suddenly... he touched me.“

Zeke stiffened in every movement, but Casey continued before he could find the right words. „I've stopped thinking; started to kick around, scratching his face, and finally hit him into his genitals. He let go of me for a moment, and I did run. It was either that, or he would have killed me.“ His eyes wandered to his backpack, and he bit his lower lip. „Maybe he still will when he finds me. I should better... You are nice, Zeke; I don't want to bring you into trouble.“

„No,“ Zeke snarled. „You can stay here as long as you need to. And when he dares to show up here...“ He narrowed his eyes, thinking about the gun he did hide in one of the drawers of his lab table. „Don't worry; I know to defend myself. And he will never touch you again.“

The Faculty - Written for Get your words out

[prisca]

Title: New Life in Paris
Character: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor
Word Count: 348
Prompt: picture (Paris)
Rating: PG13

Note: Alternate Universe!

Sequal to Whining Sissy (can be read as a stand-onlne ficlet)

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Zeke looked up from the magazine he was reading. „Have you ever been to Europe,“ he asked.

Casey laughed. „No, of course not. I haven't even left Ohio more than once or twice.“

„That's a shame. You need to explore the world; you are a photographer, and there are so many great places out there.“

„Maybe, one day. When I am famous and earn a shitload of money,“ Casey joked.

„Hm.“ Zeke got up, went to the lab table, and started digging in a drawer. „There it is!“ With a wide grin on his face, he stepped back to Casey and threw a statement from a bank account on the table.

„What... Woah!“ Casey's eyes widened, surprised. „That's a pretty penny.“

„It gets more with every month. My dad thinks a generous cash transfer is all a son needs. Since he decided that I'm old enough to live on my own.“ Zeke shrugged. „But I always preferred to be independent. Never touched the money.“

„I'm sorry. I guess we both haven't had much luck with our fathers.“

Zeke's face darkened when thinking about all Casey had told him about his father. An abusive guy who had done all to break his son. But finally, Casey had managed to escape, and during the last months, he slowly started to heal. Maybe it was time for the next step.

„What do you think about starting a new life,“ he asked. „Far away from here. Maybe Paris? I'm sure you would love it there. It's a city made for artists.“

Casey blinked, surprised. „Sounds like a big pipedream.“

„Why?“ Zeke pointed at the statement on the table. „I never wanted the money, but on the other side, my father doesn't need it. And it would be enough for the beginning. Before we find out what to do with our new life.“

„Our new life,“ Casey repeated, still full his disbelief, but his eyes suddenly sparkled with excitement.

Zeke smiled, satisfied. „You and me. Two lost souls in Paris. What do you think?“