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FanFiction - Casey & Zeke - High-Speed to love (35/ ???)

Hallo everyone. I think it's time to come back to LJ. Sorry for not being around much lately. I felt so worn out (pancreatitis and hepatitis A and - as if this was not enough - a stupid cold to ) - there was not much I did than watching stupid TV-shows and sleeping. But finally I start to feel better. It's about time.

I hope you're in the mood for a bit more High-Speed ?!

Title: High-Speed to love (35/ ???)
Fandom:  Zeke & Casey
Rating: R
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
Author's notes: AU without Marybeth and Herrington High - Zeke is 23 years old in this story, living in
Youngstown, Ohio - Casey, is 18 years old and loves ... cooking. Or what do you think ?  ;)

Previous parts: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / twenty / twenty-one / twenty-two / twenty-three / twenty-four / twenty-five / twenty-six / twenty-seven / twenty-eight / twenty-nine / thirty / thirty-one / thirty-two / thirty-three / thirty-four / tbc

Everything was so familiar. The big gates to the garage's yard were standing wide open. A car - a blue Ford Mustang he had never seen before - was sparkling in the sun. As if it waited to be picked up by its owner. Music was playing in the garage - soft rock music which he liked to hear when he was working.

Zeke felt his excitement raise even more. Everything was as it should be. He only needed to slip into his blue work coverall and he would be on the roll again.

No, it wouldn't! He needed to stay realistic. Casey was his future, not his garage. Casey! He needed to find him. He needed answers. But he was not prepared for what awaited him inside the hall. What the fuck ...

Bewildered he stared at the car. Someone was laying underneath it on a creeper, working on it. Zeke could see sparks coming out at both sides, he could hear the clunk of a hammer meeting the metal of the underbody.

The bewilderment turned into fury. No one - no one - has the right to come in here and to do his work. It was still his garage! It was, wasn't it? What had happened during the last two weeks? Pete's heirs - had they found a way to claim back the garage ahead of time? Had they already made a new contract with someone else?
But Casey ... Whatever was going on in the garage, why hadn't he told him? Where was he actually? For a moment he felt fear rising up. What if Casey had already left the garage? What if he would never see him again? He took a deep breath and tried to relax again.

There surely was no reason to freak out like this. Casey was the best friend he had ever had. He had visited him every day, no more than a day ago for the last time. He had been in a good mood - as ever. He had laughed with the nurses, he had teased Zeke, he had kissed him and told him that, if he would not come back soon, he would go and break a leg or an arm. Everything just to end up in the same hospital, in the same room together with him.

"I'm missing you," he had whispered and Zeke had hold him tight.
"I hate it to be alone in the garage overnight!"

No, Casey would not leave him alone. And that he hadn't told him about this new development ... well, it was not a big surprise. Casey really cared about him. He did everything to make his stay in hospital as easy as possible. How could he expect that he would have told him about even more problems with the garage? He would try to deal with it alone ... and he would hope for a wonder.

Zeke smiled slightly. Casey was his wonder. Never before he had felt how he did for him. Without Casey ... probably he would have given up. A life without his garage would be almost unbearable. Casey gave him a new perspective. He was always optimistic, always resolved to make the best out of everything.

Zeke straightened himself. He would find out what was going on here. And no matter what it was, he would live with it. Without further ado he crossed the garage and stopped in front of the car. The guy who was lying underneath it didn't seem to notice him. He cleared his throat.
"Ähm ... Hello!"

Loud enough to drown the music out. The sparks stopped sprinkling. The guy stiffened. But he didn't move.

"Can you tell me what you are doing here in my garage?"

Finally the creeper moved. The body came in sight, then the face. Covered with great protective goggles. But he knew him anyway.

"Hey, Zeke!"

Zeke stared down at Ben.
"You? What the hell are you doing here?"

Ben looked a little bit unsure while he slowly got up. Carefully he put the hammer and the welding equipment back onto the tool cart.
"Casey didn't tell me that you would come back today," he murmured.

"He didn't know!"
Casey. Casey and Ben. Together in his garage. Zeke frowned. This made no sense at all.
"And obviously there is a lot I don't know too! You didn't answer my question. What ... are you ... doing here?  The last I know is that I kicked you out!"

"Ähm ..."
Ben cringed visibly and threw a nervous look at the closed office door.
"I've ... I've just tried to help. I ... We ... This is so unfair, Zeke. You shouldn't lose your garage because of this stupid appendix.

Casey ... he said ..."

Before Zeke could find out what Casey had said, the door to the office opened. He didn't know the customer who left the office, but Casey was close behind him. He smiled wide and said something Zeke couldn't understand while they crossed the garage.

"Ben? Are you finished with the Fo ..."
Casey stopped dead when he finally noticed him standing beside Ben.
"Oh shit! Zeke!? You are back?"

Zeke smirked.

Casey blinked wildly, but then he remembered the customer and turned back to him. Though the smile on his face looked a bit forced now.
"Sorry," he murmured.
"Mr. Johnson, this is Zeke Tyler, the owner of the garage. We haven't expected him back today!"

The man stretched out his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Tyler. I've heard you was in the hospital? You must be glad to have such reliable co-workers. And really ... the service alone is worth it to come back."
He blinked at Casey, then turned to Ben.
"I see, the car is already finished?"

Ben nodded.
"Yeah. It was nothing big, just a small dent. Come on, let's have a look at it!"

Obviously he was glad to have a reason to leave the garage. Together with the customer he went outside to the Ford Mustang. Zeke could see the man inspecting the left side of the car. Finally he straightened up again and nodded obviously satisfied. Before he got into the car he opened his wallet. Ben shook his head but the man thrust the bill into his hand anyway. He waved a short good-bye to Casey and Zeke, then he got into his Ford and left the yard.

Slowly everything started to fall into place. Zeke turned back to Casey and smirked.
"So, when did you want to tell me? You ... and Ben? What's going on here?"

Casey nervously licked his lower lip before answering.
"Don't be mad, Zeke," he murmured.
"I wanted to tell you. But first I needed to be sure that it would work. I didn't want to raise false hopes."

No, he was not angry. He just couldn't say what was the greatest surprise. Casey, ignoring all the realistic facts, the monthly installments he would not be able to pay, not to mention an outstanding payment of almost five thousand dollars. Wildly resolved to not give up, as hopeless as it seemed to be. Ben, coming back to help him out, despite their bad fight. Ben and Casey, working together ...

Maybe this was the best - beside the fact how much Casey cared for him. He had expected that Ben soon would end up with his old friends, skipping school, pulling shit. But he hadn't. He was here, he had even managed to put his prejudices against Casey aside. He was so grown up. No matter where all this would go to, this alone was worth it.

go to part 36
Tags: casey & zeke, fan fiction, highspeed
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