And now, I guess this is not a big surprise ;), Cazekiel-Day again. And I was in the mood for a new banner for my story. Here we go:
Title: Penny Dreadful ( 2/ ? )
Fandom: The Faculty = Zeke / Casey and a touch of Penny Dreadful (though I don't know much about this series)
Summery: Some time after graduation the boys meet again
Disclaimer: It's all Fan-Fiction - of course I don't own The Faculty nor Penny Dreadful - just playing around a bit with the characters and Josh Hartnett (I hope he will forgive me)
You can find the other parts of the story, when you klick here: Penny Dreadful
You can find the other parts of the story, when you klick here: Penny Dreadful
Casey was sitting alone at one of the small tables of the diner, a salad with a baguette in front of him, the laptop opened. He went over his notes, some general first impressions of the Con, some talks he had had with visitors but his main focus was directed to Zeke. Of course. Herrington was his hometown and most people would still remember him. He had had his rep, even before Mary Beth had happened. But this turned out to be more difficult than expected, this 'new' Zeke got deeper under his skip than he was willing to admit. Was the hell was going on with him? He was not an awkward Highschool boy anymore, he was grown up, he was successful in his job … and he had had a longer relationship with another guy.
It was over though, they did fight more and more often lately, John wanted him to stop to work so much. And when Casey told him, that he would go to San Diego for two weeks he had asked him to make a decision: his job or his life with John. He didn't need to think about the answer … all he did hope for was that John had already left the apartment when he would come back next week.
When someone dropped down onto the chair opposite him he groaned inwardly. Couldn't he look for a seat somewhere else? The last he was interested in was some small-talk with a stranger.
“Hey. So busy? Time for a rest?”
The voice almost made him jump. He looked up and there he was. Still wearing this deep-blue shirt with the stripes and his smile was wide and genuine.
“Hey, Zeke,” Casey said, fighting down his uneasiness.
“What are you doing here?”
“I've noticed you leaving the con area. Thought it would be a good idea to meet you here. What's wrong, Case? Three day … and not even a hello? Are you trying to avoid me? What kind of reporter are you that you don't want an interview with one of the most wanted stars of the Con?“
This made him smile. Most wanted star? Well, at least his fans would agree with this, and he had a lot of them. So often he was asked for autographs and photos and unlike the one or the other 'big name' he was always nice to them, he laughed and joked … like the Zeke he had known at Highschool. Maybe he hadn't changed that much.
“It doesn't look like you have much time,” Casey finally said.
“And I'm just a reporter of a local paper no one out of Herrington cares about.”
„Hmpf! You should know me better.“
Zeke eyed him thoughtfully.
„So, you've finally decided to go back to good, old Herrington, huh?“
„Yeah. I guess I never was an adventures guy. Boston was okay, but Herrington is where I feel at home. When I inherited the apartment from my grandfather two years ago it was like a hint for the future.”
„Kinda strange, though,“ Zeke said.
„I was always sure I would stay in Ohio forever, working my ass off as a mechanic in some small garage. And you would get famous, write for one of the great magazines, like Life or National Geographic. Maybe get the Pulitzer Prize one day.“
„No, thanks, I've already gotten a great deal of attention because of Mary Beth, that's enough for a lifetime.“
“I like it a bit more steady. My editor gives me plenty of rope. I can write about all I'm interested in and I do it in my way. Writing for a big magazine is different. A lot people wants to have the final say and most of them don't even know what they are talking about. That's not how I like to do my job.”
A waitress stopped at their table with a coffeepot.
“Can I refill,” she asked Casey and he nodded. Then she turned around to Zeke, stopped shortly, but finally she seemed to remember her job.
“What's with you? Can I get you something?”
“One of these burger would be great. With extra cheese and peperoni, please. And fries.”
“Fine. Unfortunately it lasts a few minutes, sorry, but during Comic Con we always have a great deal to do.”
“That's okay,” Zeke assured her.
“I'm not in a hurry.”
She left and Casey looked amused.
“Still a fast food junkie?”
“Some things never change. I still love burger and fast cars. And if you want to believe my agent, I'm still turning into a dickhead when someone tries to tell me what is good for me. He says if I would grab the given chances I would be in Hollywood in an instant and earn a shitload of money. Who am I, Brad Pitt?”
“Well, you are playing together with James Bond and a Bond-Girl. It's a beginning, I would say.”
“Penny Dreadful, oh yeah. I actually got the role by a fluke. It was at one of these parties where everyone pretends to have a lot of fun, you have a drink or two and make small-talk with people you don't even know. Show business. It's not that I'm crazy about it, but sometimes I need to make my agent happy and play along.
This evening John was there too and we started to talk. He told me about his newest project. Interesting plot, so I joked around and asked him if there would be a chance for me to take over a small part. He grinned and said: 'If you don't mind to strip in front of a camera ...'
You know me, I could never resist a good dare.”
Casey laughed. Yes, he did know him. Despite of distance, fame … and Reeve Carney. The old familiarity was still there. Only now he noticed how much he had missed all this. He was not the lonely geek from Highschool anymore but no one had ever been as close to him as Zeke. Maybe it was not a surprise that his relationship with John hadn't last. He had probably never loved him with all his heart, had used his job to keep him on distance. Maybe it was not only John's fault that they finally did break up. Then Casey shook off every thought about John, about his job, about Reeve and Comic Con. All what counted was that Zeke was back.
Time seemed to fly. It was the waitress who finally interrupted their chatting and laughing when she came back with Zeke's burger and fries.
“Enjoy your meal,” she said. Then she seemed to hesitate, unsure if she didn't overstep a line.
“Excuse me … Mr. Tyler?!”
Her eyes widened.
“Oh,” she uttered.
“Oh! I knew it. Sharon, my best friend, she went to your panel yesterday. I wanted to go too but no way that we get a day off during Comic Con. Sharon says you are such a nice guy. Even more than Ethan. As if this is possible. We did watch every episode of Penny Dreadful at least three times. Ethan is our favorite character. And the fourth episode … it literally took my breath away.”
She licked her lips flutteringly, suddenly looking slightly abashed.
“I guess, I should call her. She won't believe me, when I tell her that Zeke Tyler had a burger at the Star's Diner. That's so cool.”
“I'm glad that you enjoy the show.”
Zeke smiled his most seductive smile and she blushed.
“Hey, Case, do you mind when I borrow a sheet of paper?”
Zeke took his pen.
“What's your name,” he asked the waitress.
“Ähm … Penelope.”
Zeke chuckled slightly and wrote: For Penny, the nicest waitress of the Star's Diner. Zeke aka Ethan. He added the drawing of a little heart, then he pushed the paper over to her.
“Take this as a proof.”
“Oh, thank you,” she murmured almost breathless. It was then that she noticed two other guests sitting at a table nearby, looking over to her. She sighed slightly.
“I guess, I should go now, the duty calls.”
“It was nice to meet you, Penny,” Zeke said and winked while taking a first bite of his burger.
“Hmmm … it's good.”