The Faculty - Written for Get your words out

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Title: Chemistry lessons
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 300
Prompt: indulgent
Rating: PG13

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Slightly frowning, Casey stared at his lab partner, who was still leafing through a car magazine though their teacher had already entered the classroom and all other students had stopped chatting, preparing for the lesson. „Zeke,“ he hissed.

„Hm?“

„Mr. Furlong, he's just told us to open our books.“

„Oh, he did?“ With a smug grin, the older boy looked up. „And what now?“

„Don't you think you could at least show some respect for him,“ Casey whispered, annoyed. „He is very indulgent regarding your stupid behavior, but you are overstepping the lines. This will bring you in serious trouble one day.“

„Not everyone can be such a golden boy as you are.“ Zeke put a pencil between his lips and started to pull it around in his mouth with his tongue. A girl sitting a row behind them giggled slightly; Casey rolled his eyes. „And since when is this even your business? Don't you have enough on your own plate?“

He had just started to answer when Casey suddenly felt his teacher's eyes resting on their table; feeling uncomfortable, he kept quiet, opened his book instead, and pretended to read. „Mr. Tyler,“ Mr. Furlong said, his voice calm as ever. „You still with us?“

„Sure thing!“

„Sounds good. And would you like to tell us how acid-base reactions took influence of the equilibrium in almost any application of chemistry?“

Smiling, Zeke put the pencil down, and his answer was as accurate as ever, satisfying not only his teacher but leaving Casey behind full of secret awe. How was it possible that this ignorant shit, who didn't seem to care in the slightest about school, could always give the most brilliant answers?

Zeke winked at him, then turned back to his car magazine.

Law and Order - Written for Fandom Empire Bingo

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Title: Justice isn't always fair.
Character: Jack McCoy
Word Count: 318
Prompt: justice
Rating: PG13

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Jack dropped down on his desk chair and poured in a glass of Whiskey. It was needed today. Yes, he had known; the case had not been as proven as he had wished for. Though everyone had done an excellent job, the concurrent evidence couldn't be found.

His instincts told him that the man was guilty and killed his wife and his little daughter by causing the gas explosion in the family's summer cottage. He had acted like a broken man when Jack met him first, but something in his eyes had told him the truth.

It had been a lengthy court hearing, and Jack had done his best to convince the jury that the man behind the mask he put on was a ruthless monster. He had seen the horror reflected on some faces when he talked about the dreadful fear the mother must have felt when she realized that there was no escape and her desperate try to save at least her child.

All in vain. In the end, the jury had decided that, yes, the crime was a horrible one, but the man who had followed the court with a face full of pain and grief also was a victim; a father and husband who had lost the two people he had loved most in the world. No one had been ready to face the horrible truth. No one but him.

Jack took a sip of his Whiskey before pouring the rest into the pot of the houseplant that Abbie had put up there because she thought he could need some green in his dark office. Alcohol was not the answer. Justice wasn't always fair; he had learned this over the course of years he was already working for the district attorney; all he could do was to move on to the next case. And to the next. And the next. It would never end.