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Fan Fiction - Casey & Zeke - Wild & Untamed (46/ ???)

Hallo F-List. I hope all of you could enjoy an wonderful Thanksgiving / First Advent weekend. Mine is fine, off work for three days is always fine. Time to write a bit more :)

Title: Wild & Untamed (46/?)
Fandom: Casey / Zeke
Rating: R
Disclaimer: of course, not mine

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This story is written for romeny

Before you read this part - please notice the following: this is just fan-fiction. It's based on "The Faculty", but it's not really movie conform. I'm naughty enough to make necessary changings in the storyline ;)

Finally he was standing in front of the door. For minutes now. He knew, Casey was in there. He had seen the footprints in the snow, leading to the hut. But as much as he wanted to see him, suddenly he was afraid of what he would find. Did he actually had the right to show up here? The hut was Casey's hiding place now, not theirs any longer.

His hand were trembling when he tentatively opened the door. His eyes needed to get used to the dim light in the hut. It was almost dark, darker than in late summer when they had met here for the last time. But finally he saw the small shade cowering onto one of the old boxes.


The reaction was frightening. The boy yelped and practically jumped up. Something hit the ground with a shattering noise. Zeke picked it up and recognized it as a mug from a thermos jug. He stared at it, feeling unsure what to do next.

"Hey," he finally murmured.
"Everything okay. It's just me! Sorry, I didn't want to scare you!"

No answer. No reaction.

"Casey? You okay?"

"Oh god!"
Casey groaned.
"What ... what are you doing here?"

Zeke took a deep breath. How much had he missed this voice, though it sounded a bit too wound up in the moment. But this was not unexpected. As much as he wanted to rush over to him, to pull him into his arms, to hold and to kiss him, he knew he needed to hold back. Casey had every right to be suspicious of him. He had left him alone all to often when he needed him.

"I was in Herrington High and Stokes ... she told me ..."

"Herrington ... High? Oh, fuck you, Zeke! What the hell are you thinking?"
Casey's voice became loud and angry now.
"You're not wanted there any longer! Go back to Columbus! Be happy with your new life!"

Zeke blinked. The message was crystal clear. I don't want you. I don't need you. I will move on without you. Leave me alone, Zeke, and stop bothering me. Zeke needed a moment to let it sink in. No! He wouldn't go without saying what he needed to say. At least he wanted this chance.

"I give a shit about this hellhole," he said and tried to stay calm.
"But I needed to see you, okay? This alien stuff scares me to death. I needed to know what's going on here. What's happened to you! Because I care for you, I really do. Whatever I did, I never wanted to hurt you. Please, at least believe me this!"

Casey stared at him.
"It's over, Zeke!"

He was not sure if Casey was talking about Marybeth or about their relationship. Maybe about both of them.

"Yeah, I get it," Zeke murmured.
"I only wished it would've been different. If I hadn't acted like a prick, I would still have been in Herrington when it happened. I would have been with you and maybe ..."

Casey's scream of terror made him wince.
"Don't say this, Zeke. Don't say this! It's not safe! You are not safe!"

Zeke was not sure what exactly had happened. If he had said or done something wrong. But at a moment's notice Casey had turned into a trembling mess, nearly hyperventilating. This had nothing to do with being angry or disappointed. He had crouched up into a ball, his arms tight around his chest. His eyes widely opened. Desperately struggling for air.

Zeke felt panic rising up. Something was going wrong. He had never seen him in such a bad state. Not even earlier in Herrington High when the jocks had chased him once again to humiliate and bully him merciless.

Finally he couldn't endure it any longer. He walked across the hut and reached out for Casey. But he pushed him away with all his remaining energy. Zeke almost lost his balance.

"Go ... home ... Co ... lumbus ...," Casey stammered, still gasping.
"Mary ... beth ... Marybeth ... she's gonna ..."

Zeke pulled him into his arms again. This time he was prepared for his desperate resistance. His grip was strong enough to hold him tight, for minutes, for hours like it seemed to him. He was gasping and struggling against him, but finally Zeke could feel the tension leaving Casey's body. Exhausted he dropped his head against Zeke's chest and started to sob slightly.

Zeke loosened his arms a bit, to stroke his back in slow circles.
"Hey, it's okay," he whispered.
"She's gone. She will never come back!"

Casey straightened his body and took a deep breath.
"I know. I've killed her! I stuck a pen full of scat right into her eye ... and she died ... she cried and then she died ..."

Oh God. Zeke cringed inwardly. Stokely had been right. Casey kept things to himself. He could remember what had happened under the bleachers. Zeke asked himself what horrible pictures he still had in his mind. And he was not sure if he wanted to hear about it. It made him furious and at the same time so helpless because he could do nothing, absolutely nothing against it.

He couldn't help it, he pressed a soft kiss onto the top of his head before he let him go.
"Come on. I'm gonna bring you home now!"

Casey still sniffed a few time, but to Zeke's relief he looked a bit more relaxed now.
"Can't wait to get rid of me, eh? Sorry for being such a drama queen!"

"You're not, Baby blue," Zeke assured him.
"I would stay here with you as long as you want, but ..."

A slight smile sneaked onto Casey's face.
"I've missed you," he whispered.
"I couldn't believe that I'd ever see you again. When you were suddenly standing here ... in the hut ... it was like a shock! Sorry!"

Zeke grinned back. For one second all he could think was: He is not mad at me! He is missing me. Then there must be a chance ... maybe ... tomorrow ... next week ... not now!

"Hey, no prob. I get it. But for now: home! Really, Case, you can't stay here any longer. It's going to be freaking cold. And you are still trembling. I guess, you can need a hot bath and a few thick blankets to warm up again!"

Casey nodded slowly and stood up.
"But ... please, don't tell my mom! She's so overprotective since ... since Marybeth. Sometimes it drives me crazy. I'm okay, Zeke, really. I can deal with it. It was ... just a weak moment!"

 Zeke knew, this was not the whole truth. There was more behind his breakdown than he wanted to admit. But now was not the time to bother him with even more questions.

"Okay! Promised! No word to your Mom!"

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Tags: casey & zeke, fan fiction, wild & untamed
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