Title: Wild & Untamed (47/?)
Fandom: Casey / Zeke
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 ;)
When they turned into the Doubletree Avenue, Zeke slammed on the brakes.
Oh shit," he murmured.
Casey was dozed off during their way home, feeling exhausted from this day. In the morning Stokely's call, that there would be a great press conference in Herrington High today. In spite of the cold weather he had decided to go to the hut. He liked it to be there. Even if the memories sometimes hurt. But the hut was the place where his real life had started. Here he had left his geek image behind. Zeke he had taught him how strong he could be. Strong enough to survive everything ...
When Delilah had started to talk about the hero who had saved the world, everyone had looked at him. He was used to be chased. The jocks at school had stopped bullying him after Marybeth, but the reporter with their cameras and microphones were worse. The hut had become his sanctuary from the crazy world outside.
Till this afternoon. It seemed as if the whole world came crashing around him. Zeke. Marybeth. His fight with the alien queen under the bleachers. His involuntarily coming out and Zeke being mad at him. He had left Herrington. Why was he coming back? To Herrington High. To Marybeth, who was waiting for him. Under the bleachers ... Chaos in his mind. Fear. Desperation. Panic.
Then he was sitting in the GTO, next to Zeke. He could feel the soft leather seats underneath him, he could smell Zeke's cigarettes and his shower gel. He had closed his eyes and finally he felt save enough to relax. Until ...
He opened his eyes and he saw what Zeke saw. In front of the Conner's house two cars and a black van with the label of ABC news. Two men were standing around with a lot camera equipment beside them, smoking, talking. They looked up when a young woman rushed down the driveway of the garage, wildly gesticulating over to the neighbors house. The two men ground their cigarettes, lifted the camera up and followed her across the street.
Casey stared after them and sighed deeply.
"Well, I think, it was only a matter of time for them to find out where I live."
Zeke shot a piercing glance him. Of course, he was not amused to get roped into this story. He had just started a new life in Columbus and he didn't want the attention of the press. Till now no one had noticed the GTO. But if one of the reporters risked a second glance and recognized Casey, it would be too late. Casey had to make a quick decision.
"What are you doing," Zeke asked, when he reached for the door handle.
"Is okay. Thank you for bringing me home, but I can do the rest alone. Maybe I can sneak into the house before they notice me!"
Zeke looked back across the street where the reporter were standing, talking to a neighbor now. But they still kept the Connor's house in view. In the moment Casey left the GTO they would notice him, Zeke knew that much.
"No chance, Case. They are like a pack of hyenas!"
Casey forced a smile onto his lips.
"Well, I guess, I can't stay here forever. Better to get it over with! But you? Go back to Columbus, Zeke. This has nothing to do with you!"
Zeke shook his head and groaned.
"You've almost had a nervous breakdown only an hour ago. And you're definitely not in the state to deal with them alone!"
"It was not a breakdown," Casey objected.
"I told you. It was only the shock to see you again. But, Zeke, you really should go. If they recognize you, someone will probably remember this ... other story ... and ... "
Casey shrugged and bit his lower lip.
"You know ... me talking about us ... being together and shit. I knew, you would hate this. I was so sorry, Zeke, but back then there was no other way, because the police was ready to put you to prison.
Now? You don't want to imagine! They would make a big fuss out of it. The hero and the worst guy of Herrington High! Would you like to find your pic on the front page of the yellow press? No, you wouldn't! But you would hate me even more for it!"
"I'm not mad at you, Case. I never was. It's just hard for me to deal with it. No one really cared about me before. Not my parents, not my so called friends ... but you? You get yourself into trouble without any hesitation, just to help me. Even now. This is not ..."
A deep sigh from Casey interrupted him. He looked up. The reporters had returned to their cars in the meantime, obviously ready to give up for now. The two men were storing their equipment in the van, when the women's eyes fell on the GTO. She paused for a moment, then she turned round to the men, forcefully saying something. The camera was taken out again ...
"Okay, that's it," Zeke murmured and turned the key.
"We're going back to Columbus!"
Casey felt relieved. He had accepted the fact that there was no chance for him to get away from it all. But he wanted to keep Zeke out of it at all costs. Zeke had a new life in Columbus. He should go on with it. Unbothered from aliens, reporters ... and Casey. It was better this way.
But when Zeke turned over the GTO to bring it back onto the main street he frowned.
"Ähm, wait! What do you mean? We are going?"
"Do you know what Stokes is going to do with me, if I leave you alone with those vultures?"
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