Prisca (prisca1960) wrote,

FanFiction - Casey & Zeke - Reboot Universe - Fever (1 / 2)

First of all I want to wish a 'Happy Sunday' to all my LJ-Friends. I hope you do enjoy your day.

Oh, it's so long that I made a post for Cazekiel-Day. Poor Boys, they deserve better ;) But I really hope the writing mood is willing again and I will be able to do this more often in the future.

For today another story from my 'Reboot-Universe' - I hope you can still remember. It's actually not a WIP but stories, ficlets, drabbles written for this special universe, a x-over between 'The Faculty' and 'Jeremiah' - of course with the main focus to the boys ;) Yoo don't need to read all of them though there is a 'red line' the stories are following.

What you should know about the Reboot-Universe:
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 everyone who was able to survive, also for Casey & Zeke.

If you want to read the other stories first klick: here

Title: Reboot - Fever (chapter 1 / 2)
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. Not movie conform.

It was on their way to Oregon when the storm hit them with full force. Cars were a rarity on the roads nowadays but usually there were people walking around, with handcarts or old trolleys, others riding bikes, sometimes a carriage, loaded with all kind of stuff. But now the road was empty, it seemed to be hours that they had seen any sign of life. No wonder, the heavy storm had turned the world into a dark, strange place; huge swathes of lightning lit up the sky, the trees were bending up and down, the rain was pattering on the front-shield of the Chevrolet, the wiper barely able to fight it.

Zeke had finally turned out the music, his concentration completely focused on the road in front of him. Probably it would be better to look for a place where they could wait until the storm died down. But as long as Zeke was willing to move on Casey would not ask him for a rest. Maybe their trip finally drew to a close …

About a week ago in a small town in California, Oilsdale. They were almost out of gas and Zeke had decided to try his luck in the bar first; the bars were the place where you could found almost everything nowadays. It was only a small, shabby room, smoke-filled from the open fireplace, most windows broken and nailed up, so that the daylight was almost blocked out. Low muttering voices, fighting and yelling greeted them when Zeke opened the door.

Casey always felt jumpy when they entered a place like this, one could never know what would happen, though Zeke was smart and always acted cautious.

Unlike him Casey was grown up in a good but strict home and he knew well enough without Zeke his plan to find 'Thunder Mountain' would probably have failed within a week or two. He had left the Merriot Hotel with nothing than a small backpack, sometimes he wondered how far he would have been willing to go when his small ration of food, candles and other stuff would had been used up within some days. He had seen a lot during the last weeks, people took what they needed with brute force, others did sell all, their soul and their body. The thought always made him shudder that he probably would have ended like one of them … if not …

… Zeke had decided to come with him. His parents had left him alone when he was barely thirteen years old. He had learned to live on his own and to fight for what he wanted. When he had left Herrington to follow Casey he had taken a lot useful stuff with him, batteries, tabacco, booze, and he used it wise to trade in all they needed. Put one or two batteries and some cigarettes on a table and you could be sure to get all the attention you wanted. But it was also a risk. In a world without law and rules it could always happen that you ended up with the wrong guys.

Zeke knew this as well as Casey and he had tried to keep him out of it. But Casey had insisted to go with him. Not to know what was going on and if Zeke would come back to him in one piece was more scaring than facing the danger. Zeke had given in but told him to stay in the background. Which was totally okay for him. Zeke might be good when it came to the dealings but Casey knew how to start a talk with people and to get useful in formations Of course he always asked about Thunder Mountain too but all tips he had gotten until now had lead them to a blind alley.

This time though he had a good feeling. What the guy in the bar had told him made more sense than all he had heard before.

„Thunder Mountain? I wouldn't get my hopes too high. Many people are already looking for this place, but no one I know did ever came back.“

„But you've heard about it,“ Casey had asked excited.
„So it is existing!“

„Just rumors,“ the man had answered.
„The guy was only passing through. He got drunk, started to rumble. Talked about a restricted military base, built into a mountain Somewhere in Oregon, where he had been working before the Big Death.“

He had paused and shrugged.

„Some people cling at the thought that the huge complex he had been talking about, separated from the world, with an own power supply, water-treatment and all, is still existing. They call it a sanctuary. Some even talk about laboratories where scientists are working on an antitoxin against the Big Death.“

„And what are you thinking,“ Zeke had asked him.

„The world has turned into a mad-house.“
He had smirked.
„I wish I could still have some hope for a better one but I've seen too much to follow some stupid rumors. This place is not the worst, you know, much better than to be alone out there.“

Casey knew, Zeke secretly agreed with him. Oregon was a long way off and it could be a waste of time and gas to go there. Even if this military base had ever existed … and still did, it seemed rather unlikely that they could find it without any clue. But before Casey could say a word, Zeke had grinned.

„So, let's get our stuff together, Oregon sounds good for me.“


Casey did awake rudely from a light sleep when the car stopped abruptly. Zeke groaned briefly.

"What's wrong,“ Casey asked, expecting the worst, a collusion with a fallen tree or a failure of the engine, they were alone out here, the storm was still ragging ...

Then he noticed Zeke's face, pale and exhausted. Guilt rushed through him, suddenly he felt selfish, all he had thought about was to reach the mountains in Oregon and to start searching again. Someone would know more about this military base, about Thunder Mountain, someone would tell him how to get there. He had pushed the thought aside that he actually didn't even know what to do when he finally reached his destination. And Zeke was with him all the time, without complaining he had struggled with the storm for hours, not caring about his exhaustion.

"Zeke, you need a break," he almost whispered.
„We should look for a place were we can stay over night.“

No reaction. Zeke had closed his eyes now, leaning back his head. Sweat on his forehead. Alarmed Casey reached out for his arm, he could feel the heat of his body even through the thick fabric of his old jacket. Despite of that he was trembling all over. Casey was caught by a wave of panic, he started to shake him desperately. He could laugh and call him an 'overreacting drama-queen' or he could yell at him: 'Hey, what are you doing?'

Everything would be okay for him, everything. But a slight groaning was the only reaction he got, it was obvious that Zeke had lost consciousness.

chapter 2 soon ... at least I hope so ;)
Tags: casey & zeke, cazekiel-day, fan fiction, jeremiah, reboot universe, x-over
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