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FanFiction - Casey & Zeke - Reboot Universe - Sister Hannah (2 / 3)

Hello everyone. Yes, it's this day again (time is running, isn't it?). So I want to wish all of you a great, relaxing sunday. And for the few of you who are still interested in Fandom: here is the next chapter of: Sister Hannah. I hope you will like.



What you should know about the Reboot-Universe:
This Universe is a x-over between The Faculty (movie) and Jeremiah (TV-series). 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. Please notice: Not movie conform.

Short summery: Casey had been able to fight the alien-queen who tried to take over the world, but her death released a virus which killed almost everyone older than twenty. Life has changed a lot for those who were able to survive, also for Casey & Zeke.

For the first Chapter: go here (I know, some of you have missed it ;) )
If you want to read other stories from this universe klick: here

Title: Reboot - Sister Hannah (chapter 2 / 3)
Fandoms: Crossover - The Faculty / Jeremiah
Character: Zeke
Rating: PG13
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 ;)



Zeke trembled with anger at the sight of the Skinhead-leader with the lifted arm. She was just an old woman, no threat for them, there was no reason to act like this. When the flat hand hit her in the face Zeke cursed inwardly and climbed down from the roof. He had seen enough. Impossible to close his eyes and abandon her to her fate. Though he had promised Casey to hold back and not to risk too much. But non of them had expected a situation like this.

He pulled the gate open when he heard a second slap.
“Hey, stop this!”

Even if he had taken them by surprise they reacted quick. Three guns and two knifes were aimed at him in an instant. Zeke forced himself to stay calm and lifted his arms into the air. Then he turned to the two guys in the middle of the hall, one of them still holding the woman. Her lip was cracked, Zeke noticed, but maybe she was the only one in the hall who still managed to keep cool. Strange, old wife … but he would think about this later.

“I don't want a fight,” he said.
“Just … don't touch her again.”

The Skinhead eyed him cautiously.
“No one tells me what to do.”

His voice was surprisingly calm but Zeke was smart enough not to overhear the threat behind his words. It was a risky game he was playing and at the first sign of weakness everything could be lost. For a short moment he searched for eye contact with the woman, hoped she would understand and play along.

“No one touches what is mine!”

“My territory, my followers.”

“Not her!”
Zeke pointed at the woman.
“I found her on the road some weeks ago, sick ...”

The word 'sick' seemed to act as a deterrent, the guy who still hold her let her go and stepped away hastily. Even the leader moved back a step instinctively. Zeke smirked inwardly.

“Oh no,” he said, putting on a contrite look.
“Not the Big Death. Just pretty famished and a few infected wounds, high fever.
He shrugged.
“But she's tougher than she looks like. I took her with me, now she's mine. Does the cooking, the washing … and at night she warms my bed.”

The guy still looked suspicious.
“She's old!”

Zeke grinned.
“I guess in times like these one can't be very picky.”

Finally the situation eased off, the leader gave him a pat on his shoulder and laughed loud.
“I like you,” he said and beckoned his followers to take down the arms. They followed his words and withdraw to the end of the hall. One of them grabbed the arm of the woman and pulled her with him. Zeke wanted to protest, but the Skinhead stopped him.

“Just you and me, okay? They won't touch her again … not before I tell them.”
He pointed at an area at the end of the hall, seperated with some old boxes, even a skinhead leader needed his privacy.
“Sit. Coffee? Real one, from the old world.”

Zeke dropped down onto one of the lawn chairs and took off his backpack.
“I have something better,” he said and put one of the Whiskey-bottles onto the wooden box which served as a makeshift table.

“Whoa!”
Eagerly the leader grabbed for it, checked the cap intensively.
“Cool stuff. Where did you get it?”

“Ah, I know how to take good care for myself,” Zeke answered evasively, opened the bottle and handed it over.
“Be my guest.”

The guy couldn't resist, he had a gulp, smacked his lips, took another one. Finally he handed the bottle back. Zeke took only a sip of the Whiskey. Though he secretly regretted it, indeed it was good stuff, what a pity that he couldn't enjoy it together with Casey.

“What, you are a man or a wimp?”

Zeke looked back into the half amused, half derisive face of the skinhead-leader. He shrugged casually and put the whiskey-bottle back onto the box.
“Just don't wanna wake up later and all my stuff is gone … together with you.”

“Oh!”
The leader relaxed again and chuckled.
“Careful guy, huh? You better are. So, what is all this about? You send her out to spy on us?”

Zeke looked over to the old woman, she was sitting on the floor near the other guys, looking surprisingly calm. In a way she did remind him on Casey. He shook off the thoughts.
“Guess she followed me, I will have to talk with her later. But business first. I saw the Van and the Impala outside.”

The guy visibly stiffened, with narrowed eyes he stared at Zeke.
“Our cars. You better don't try to touch them,” he snarled.

“Oh no, I know, this would be kinda stupid. Everyone would adamantaly defend a good running car.

I've an old GTO, found it in a small town in Ohio ages ago. Shitty car gave up the ghost some miles off. All I need are some spare parts.”

“Get it! But what can you offer me?”

When Zeke eyed at the Whiskey the guy shook his head.
“Pretty bad business,” he said smirking.
“It's only half-full.”

Zeke chuckled and grabbed for his backpack once again.
“I have another one. That's a deal? I would add a pack tobacco for free.”

The Skinhead laughed loud.
“You are a fox,” he said.
“Interested in joining us? You would be welcome.”

“No, thanks, I prefer to be my own boss.“

“Too bad.”
He pointed over to his men.
“Tell them what you need, I guess I will help you out.”

last chapter next sunday

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Between Zeke's smarts and cool head I think he's going to pull this out and keep the woman safe, too. I'm looking forward to learning more about this mysterious Sister Hannah.

You will find out more about her sooon ;)

Zeke is always great at fast talking his way out of a crisis. I suppose he felt he had no choice here but to defend the woman. I wonder what this will mean for himself and Casey?

No, there was no other way than to help her no matter what this could mean for him. Maybe the 'old Zeke' would have been able to close his eyes and tell himself:'This is not my business' ... but he has changed. Being on the road together with Casey made him more open for his feelings. More soon.

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