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FanFiction - Casey & Zeke - Reboot Universe: Greta



Title: Reboot - Greta
Fandoms: Crossover - The Faculty / Jeremiah
Rating: R
Summery: about the downfall from the old world and the start of a new one
Disclaimer: Neither The Faculty nor Jeremiah are mine, of course ;)

Author's Note: This is a story from my AU crossover universe 'Reboot'. You don't need to know anything about Jeremiah nor The Faculty to read these stories, but if you do some elements will be quite familiar for you.

You can find all the stories of this universe here


Casey was still fighting with his nightmares and guilty feelings. It was all his fault, wasn't it? If he hadn't killed MaryBeth all this would never had happened. He refused to leave his room, dozed away most of the day in bed. Stokely and Marie sometimes came to visit him. One day Zeke had shown up with two big backpacks, had shoved all his stuff into the cabinet. Finally he dropped down onto the bed beside Casey's and lit two cigarettes ... without a word.

Since then he was always there, helped him through the nights, endured his anger, his desperation, hold him in his arms when he did wake up crying and gasping for air, forced him down onto the bed with his hard grip when all he wanted was to crash his head against the walls to bring all this to an end.

"What are you doing," Casey asked annoyed when Zeke pulled away his blankets.

"Get dressed. We are going down into the dining room."

Casey blinked against the glare of the sun and fought to get his blanket back. All he wanted was to pull it over his head again, to shut out the world. He couldn't go downstairs and Zeke knew this all to well. They all would be there. They would look at him with eyes full of hate because he had killed their parents, friends, families.

"You can go on your own," Zeke growled.
"Or I will carry you down. It's about time, Casey, that you stop drowning in self pity. We all have a hard time. Our world is shattered to pieces. But we are still alive. Because you did what needed to be done."

"What kind of life, Zeke?"
Casey stared at him with a mix of anger, angst, desperation.
"We better should have never found out the truth about Mary Beth."

"You think so?"
Zeke kept quiet for a moment.
"Do you remember Willis? Furlong? What it did with them? I'm sure they prefer to be dead then to live like that. A puppet in the hand of aliens."

Casey shuddered. Furlong. He had always been one of favorite teachers, nice and calm, always a smile on his lips. And Willis. The coach. He had  made life so miserable for Casey during gym. Anyway ... he wished he could have saved both of them. All the people in Herrington ... in the world ... No one deserved what had happened ...

He stared at the clothes, Zeke had thrown onto the chair beside his bed, his denims and this stupid checkered shirt ... the last one his mom had bought for him ... and how much he had hated it ... these shirts made him look like the geek most others thought he was. He would have done all to get the old times back.

"Fuck you, Zeke," he murmured helpless.

*

The moment they entered the dining room the world started to spin around. He was sure he would throw up and pass out. But Zeke was there to hold him with steady hands.

"Hey! Breath, in and out. In and out," he commanded with a calm voice.
"It's okay. You can do that. Open your eyes."

Finally he obeyed. Everyone was there. Stan, Stokes, Marie, Gabe ... a handful familiar faces from Herrington ... some strangers too.

Twins, Jenny and ... Mike? Michael? Zeke had told him about them. They had been visiting their grandparents at Herrington when ... it had happened ... now they couldn't go anywhere ... his fault ...

Jamie, a barely ten years old boy. No one knew where he did come from. One day he was wandering around the empty streets of Herrington, not able to remember anything about his past but his name. 'Yes' , 'No' , 'Jamie' ... the only words he had said since his arrival ... his fault ...

He barely noticed when Stokes put her arms around him, he almost jumped back when Gabe came up to him. But his eyes did look serious, not angry or taunting like they did before, when he murmured:"Good to see you. We were worried."

"I want you to get to know someone," Zeke said and dragged him forward. All he could do was following him.

Delilah was sitting a bit apart from the others, on a rocking chair. She was not alone. Casey stared at the sleeping baby in her arms.

"This is Greta," said Zeke.

"Greta," Casey repeated.

Del looked up and smiled. But she never smiled at him. She was the publisher of the schools magazine, the captain of the cheerleader and the girlfriend of Stan Rosado, the quarterback of the team. She had been. All what had meant anything for her was gone. No school anymore, no football ... and Stan shared a room with Stokely. His fault ... But she was sitting there, a baby in her arms and she smiled at him.

"I call her Greta because she reminds me of my grandma. The same eyes. Brown with a touch of green. She's a tough, little girl."

Del touched the cheek of the baby with her finger. Casey huffed slightly. This was so unreal.
"But how ...," he stammered.
"You have a baby?"

Del laughed.
"Of course it's not my own. But someone needs to look after her, right? She has no one and ..."
She shrugged.
"I don't know. Everything has changed but when I look at her ... She gives me a reason to move on, you know. How can I give up when she doesn't?"

"She's a fighter," Zeke threw in.
"Some days after we did move in here, some of us ventured to the Mall to get some stuff we needed. Can you picture the Mall as an empty place, the lights still glaring, music is playing, always the same stupid announcements by invisible speakers? But no one else around but you and two others guys. It's fucking strange.

But the most scaring shit was to hear her crying. Out of the blue, without warning. I don't know how she could survive. We found her alone in her buggy, dirty and hungry, but she looked at me with great eyes and she cried with all her remaining power.

She was not willing to give up, Casey, she wants to live. And I think she, and all babies in this world, deserve a chance."

A chance? What kind of chance could they have in a destroyed world? Casey took a deep breath and tried to sort out his feelings. Gabe. Del. Stokes. Zeke ...

Gabe, the jock who had always enjoyed to bully him, told him that he was worried. Stokes, the lesbian gothic freak, was living together with one of the most popular guys from school. Del, the shallow cheerleader who was only interested in herself, was taking care of a baby.

And Zeke ... how often had he wished that he would at least notice him? He was the geek from school ... never ever he would get an invitation to one of Zeke's famous parties, never ever he would hang out with him, never ever his secret dreams would come true ... Now ... Zeke was the one who did hold him, who was not willing to let it happen that he gave up ...

The world had changed. Not all for the worse.

"It's like a crash of your computer," he heard Zeke's voice.
"You can give up. Or you can reboot it and make a new try. You gave us a chance for a new start, Case. The world is our now and it's up to us to give her a future."

The baby ... Greta ... suddenly opened her eyes and smiled at him.

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I like that Casey is finally seeing that in spite of everything the world they now have is worth fighting for.

It's hard for all of them. The world they've known is gone forever and they are left behind with almost nothing. This changes everyone, some of them will just give up but there are others who are able to see this as a new chance. Casey needs to realize that without him no one would ever have gotten this chance.

I really like where this story is going. The changes in the people Casey knows are realistic, and the way Zeke is working to help Casey get through his guilt is so touching.

Of course an experience like this changes everyone. There might be some of them who blame Casey for what he has done, who are not able to see the chance in their survival. But others can and they are willing to grab this chance and make the best out of it. Of course it's not easy, they don't know what the future will bring for all of them, but it's worth a try.

Casey is a fighter but a desperate one, full of guilty feelings ... but he has friends now, people who will not let it happen that he will give up.

Very interesting the way this is going. Relieved to see that folks understand and aren't angry with Casey and wish him well. I see why they need those sleeping bag now. Geez!

I'm sure there are other who will not be able to understand, who will blame Casey for what he has done. An event like this will bring out not only the good sides in people but their dark sides too. It's always like that, isn't it? People are different, some of them will turn into saints, some of them into the devil.

But for the moment Casey is surrounded by people who are willing to give him the hold he needs, first of all Zeke. He will not let it happen the Casey gives up.

Casey has certainly changed the world with his brave action. He did it to save everyone ... well, maybe he had not saved everyone but he might have saved a few. They have real things and real people to care about now, outside of their own lives. It is something to cling onto and to have hope for. In a way they have reformed into a new family and they will all need each other in the difficult times to come. I like the idea of Delilah with a baby! I think she would be really sweet with it.

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