I guess, you know, what's coming now? Right, it's Cazekiel-Day again. And though I did neglect it last week I hope you can still remember ;). I know, some of you missed the last chapter(s) - but you can always go back and read them before you read this one. I hope you like ... I admit the story went slightly into another direction than originally planned, so it get's a bit longer ... but the muse wants what the muse wants ;) Makes no sense to fight it.
So, here we go!
Title: Penny Dreadful ( 4 / ? )
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
Casey was sitting on the comfy couch in Zeke's suite, a suite three times as big as his hotel room, with a double-sized bed and a great flat-screen, and tried to relax. He put a bottle of Jim Beam onto the glass-topped table.
“Do you remember,” he asked laughing.
“The night when you took me to this club in Columbus. We had told my parents that we would go into a movie and maybe for a pizza afterward. I was not used to it to drink but no way I would have admitted that. It felt so cool, hanging out with you, drinking Horse's Neck … until out of the blue the world started to spin around. But you did only laugh, took me home with you and called my parents to tell them that the car was broken down and that you would bring me home later than planned.”
“I do remember your dad next day. I'm sure I owe your mom that he didn't shot me right away.”
Then he filled the glasses, added some ice and and passed one to Casey. He took a large gulp, which almost made him cough. To be honest, even nowadays he was not used to it to drink much, beside of a beer now and then, or a cocktail in a bar. But he hoped to get tipsy now. He wanted to forget what had just happened down in the hotel lobby, he wanted to enjoy his time with Zeke like he did back then in Herrington.
“So,” said Zeke and eyed him pensively over the rim of his glass.
“Do you wanna tell me what's going on?”
“We are going to watch a movie? Like … Tarantino or Clockwork Orange? Cheesy stuff but still cool.”
Zeke pulled his face.
“Hm. I could always read you like an open book, you know. So don't try to fool me. What was this between you and Reeve?”
Casey sighed deeply. Of course he had noticed the tension between them, how could he have hoped otherwise? It had been in the lobby about half an hour ago.
Casey dropped down onto one of the couches, waiting for Zeke. Without an ID badge he was not allowed to enter the blocked floor with the rooms and suites for the guest stars. But he didn't mind at all, still feeling giddy at the prospect to spend some time with Zeke off the beaten track, without Con, fans and job.
“Hey, I am Reeve! You are Casey, aren't you? Zeke will be here soon. Some fans did hold him up, asking for autographs and photos. He's very popular. I'm afraid Timothy gets a bit jealous because Ethan stirs up more interest than he did even as James Bond.”
Dumbfound Casey stared at the guy in front of him who was grinning wide to make sure that he was just joking a bit. The last one he had hoped to see this evening. And he looked good with the silky, purple shirt, the longer hair styled back, ready for partying. For a moment Casey felt out of place in his plain jeans and sweatshirt.
Reeve didn't seem to notice the awkwardness, he dropped down beside Casey and eyed him curious.
“So, you are one of Zeke's old buddies, huh?”
He cringed inwardly. Buddies? Zeke used to hang around with a lot buddies, in bars and clubs, enjoying to much booze, drugs and sex. This was before Mary Beth, before he started to hang out with Casey. Casey had never been one of his buddies.
“We visited the same Highschool for three years.”
Though most of this time they had had nothing in common, with Casey being the school's geek, bullied and ignored by almost everyone and Zeke playing the king who cared about no one and nothing. He wouldn't talk with Reeve about that though.
“I know. And you two had some weird times there. Incredible story. An Alien tried to take over control of your school?”
It was obvious that Reeve didn't take this all too serious and Casey actually couldn't blame him. He was a reporter, he had already heard a lot of weird stories and this was probably one of the most unbelievable ones. But he couldn't help it, he felt annoyed while he wondered what else Zeke might have told him.
“It was not half the fun you think,” he said, his voice tense.
Reeve shrugged with his shoulders, looking apologizing.
“Yeah, sorry, I understand. You don't like to talk about it too.”
Now he was sitting here, in Zeke's suite and when he thought back he felt anger and disappointment rising up again.
No, Reeve didn't understand. How could he? He was grown up in New York City, had visited a private school for talented, young musicians. He didn't know anything about Highschool somewhere in a small town in Ohio. He couldn't know how it felt when the whole world suddenly was turned around, when people you had known for years started to change into something you couldn't even name. When they tried to kill you. No one could understand … no one who hadn't been there during that horrible night.
Hadn't it been Zeke who had always insisted that it didn't make any sense to talk about it? He had known to avoid the media and refused to go to a shrink, like most of them did to find a way back into normal life.
Not that it had been very helpful. Casey had hated this appointments. Yes, the doc feigned interest and encouraged him to talk, like it was his job. His parents did pay him a great deal of money for it. But he never could get ridge of the feeling that the guy was secretly wondering if Casey was either totally mental … or just a liar.
What had kept him sane during this weird times was to share his memories with Zeke. Though he acted untouched as ever, Casey knew better. Since this day when he found Zeke drenched in sweat, eyes full of panic, the gun in his hands, aimed at him when he opened the backdoor to his kitchen, like he did every morning.
“Zeke? What are you doing? It's me, Casey,” he had whispered, torn between shock and panic.
It had needed a moment … which had felt like hours … before Zeke was able to come back into the here and now, he put the gun onto the kitchen-island and started to tremble.
“Oh god. Oh god, I'm so sorry,” he had stumbled.
Casey put a hand onto his arm, trying to reassure him.
“What's happened, Zeke? Should we … call for help?”
Weakly Zeke shook his head.
“I've kissed a fucking alien, Casey. No one can undo the past.”
Since then he had known that they had more in common than cheesy movies and comics. There had been a special bound between them. And it did hurt to admit that these times seemed to be over, that there were other people now as close to Zeke like he had been back then.