FICTION: Lost and Found (Part 4b)
Title: Lost and Found (Part 4b)
Authors: PerfectlyLexy & DreamtoCreate
Pairing: Scott Barringer/Peter Scarbrow
Rating/Warning etc: Eventually NC-17.
Summary: Despite knowing better, and Scott’s denial, Peter and Scott realize they have feelings for one another that transcend that of student and teacher. Perhaps the lost truly can be found.
Continued from Lost and Found (Part 4a)
"I've missed you, Scotty," she said as they stepped out of the building toward the car that Elaine had driven up to the school. The woman was totally ignoring the now sullen attitude of her step-son, more interested in pressing her breast against his arm while she pretended he was escorting her.
"I just bet," he muttered. "You were lying, weren't you? About Dad." He'd had that sneaking suspicion, and he wanted now to know. Now that she'd gotten all she wanted out of him.
"No," she retorted, stopping as they neared her car. She turned toward him and reached up to smooth out an imaginary wrinkle on his t-shirt. "Your father has been sick."
His hands clinched at his sides. "And you think that just gives you the right to come in here and...and just..." Words failed the teen under Elaine's cold look.
She shook her head. "Don't you _dare_ blame me for this, Scotty. It isn't _me_ who has put us in this situation. If you'd simply acted like any other normal teenager...any normal teenage _boy_, you would have just enjoyed all we have together. You're here because of the things you did. Can I help it if the only way I have of seeing you now is to come all the way up here?"
Scott's gaze dropped and for all his height, he shrunk away from the delicate woman who held so much control over him. "Just go, skank. Get the hell out of here."
A beautiful, almost predatory smile lit her face as she pushed herself up on toes and skimmed her lips along his cheek, her eyes closing as she breathed in his scent. "You know I'll be back, Scotty. You can't get away from me," she whispered softly before kissing him just on the corner of his mouth.
At that, she turned, sliding her dark glasses on even as she slid into the driver's seat of the sports car waiting for her. "After all, Scotty, I have to let you know how your father is."
He sagged in his stance as she pulled out, heart pounding in his chest. He knew she was right. He couldn't get away, and she would be back.
Peter stared out the window of his office, his brows furrowed in concern. He'd not missed the interplay between the pair and for some reason, it just rang warning bells inside of him. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts chasing themselves around in his head. When the teen turned, however, and Peter saw his face, the counselor was moving toward the door of his office, his only thought that of getting to Scott and finding out what was going on.
Scott stared at the ground as he walked, mind whirling. He argued with himself on whether or not he believed Elaine; trying to keep his mind off of more private things. Things they had done as she pressed against him in that empty room and whispered that hated nickname.
"Hey, Scott!" Peter called as he hurried his way out of the back door and jogged toward the teen.
He chose not to hear, picking up his pace.
The Counselor hurried his steps. "Scott, you know you can't just run away..."
"Sure I can," he called back.
"Where do you think you're going to go?" he demanded, catching up with the rushing teen and keeping up with him now. Perhaps Scott was in good shape, but so was Peter.
"Don't know, don't care." He'd taken it into his head, much as he had that first day, that he needed to get away. He didn't care how, he didn't care where. He just needed to get *away*. "Get off my back, Peter," he told the counselor harshly when he couldn't shake him.
"If you need a place to go, Scott-to get away and gather yourself-I know of a place." Peter prayed that the boy would listen, because he didn't want to have to tackle him to get him to stop.
"Leave me alone," he snarled, turning on Peter, fists balled at his sides. "You let that skank near me." He clinched his teeth, as if to stop what ever else he might say.
Peter took a deep breath at that, gathering himself before he said anything. Somehow, that comment held significance and he _had_ to piece it all together to find out just how. "She's your stepmother, Scott. We didn't have much choice. Your father called up and requested that we allow her to see you."
"Son of a bitch!" Scott swore. She had been lying; something he'd known deep down. He whirled, slamming his fist into the nearest tree and feeling tears spring to his eyes in response to the pain as he pulled his now bloodied knuckles away.
"Scott?" he asked softly, not moving for fear of spooking the young boy. "What's going on here? Is your stepmother part of the reason why you didn't want to go back home?" Peter's mind flashed back to the look on Elaine's face just before she'd gotten into her car. He narrowed his eyes as the kiss she had given to her stepson flitted in just after that. It was slowly coming together, and he wasn't sure he liked where he was being led.
He could not look at Peter in that moment. He could not answer to deny or confirm it. All Scott could really do in that endless moment was stare straight ahead at the tree.
Slowly, Peter stepped closer to the teen, shifting over to the boy's side and looking closely at his profile. "What did she do to you, Scott?" he asked urgently in a calm, quiet tone.
"N-nothing," he lied, stepping away from Peter. He couldn't tell.
"Don't lie to me, Scott. I saw the way she kissed you before she left. I've seen your desperation. You can't lock me out any longer." He wouldn't let Scott shut him out. Not again; not if he failed the boy as he feared he had. Because he had to do something to fix what had been broken within Scott.
The teen shuddered, his breath coming in gasps now as he struggled to hold it all in-to keep Peter from full realization. But in that moment, he couldn't do it anymore. His walls shattered, with what he could swear later was an almost audible sound of breaking glass. When the words came, they tore from his throat in a harsh tone that sounded as if it had been dragged across rocks.
"She fucked me, okay? She did what she's been doing for the last two God damned years. She fucked me, and she kissed me, and she lied to me, and then she told me it was my fault in that way that makes me think I can't do anything else but believe her. Is that what you want to know, huh? Is that it?"
Fuck. It was exactly what he'd feared. However, hearing the words finally spoken aloud had Peter staring speechlessly at the teen for a moment as the import of his words and his own failure to protect Scott slammed into him. "Scott...I'm sorry. If I had known, I never would have let her near you. I swear to you I wouldn't. And I can promise you now that I do know...she's never going to hurt you again; never going to _touch_ you again!"
"What's the point? She's already done all the damage she can do," Scott retorted.
"Not unless you let it be that way, Scott. I can help you...people can help you. If you'll just let us. We can make sure she never comes near you again." He wanted so desperately to reach out and to touch Scott, to reassure him. He'd been right, there had been something behind all the attitude and defenses. Now all he wanted was to help!
He stared at Peter now with a look of cynicism that far outmatched his sixteen years. "Oh yeah? Who's going to believe me? Elaine will do her number on anyone else I tell, you just watch. Hell, the only reason you fucking believe it is because you were spying on me."
Peter shook his head in denial. "You're wrong Scott. I would have believed you no matter what. Because I believe _in_ you." It was a simple answer, but sometimes it was the simple answers that were needed the most. Especially when the truth of his words were written in his eyes and all over his face.
"Why?" It was a simple question; as simplistic as the answer Peter had given. But it was an honest one. Scott just couldn't see it -- couldn't see anyone believing him in like that. Not anymore.
"Because underneath it all, the defensiveness and the walls, I see you, Scott. I see a good kid who's been knocked around by life and who has done his best to hide from it all and to shove people away in the process. Scott, you have a lot to offer...I'm just sorry she's fucked that up for you so you don't see it." Peter stepped closer to Scott, slowly, tentatively lifting his hand to lay it supportively on Scott's shoulder and squeezing lightly. "Because underneath it all I see _you_,
Scott."
"Wish I could," he answered, all of his strength going into not moving away from the touch. He'd given in, he'd let Peter in, and he supposed he couldn't back out now.
He felt the tension in Scott and dropped his hand, smiling sadly. "You will. Just give it time." He glanced around the spot that they'd found themselves on the trail and motioned back down the way they'd come. "Why don't we go down to my office. There's a few things you need to know...and I can get that hand cleaned up."
He proffered a very weak smile. "Yeah... Sure, let's do that." He hoped he wasn't about to fuck things up...again.
Continued in Lost and Found (Part 5a)
Authors: PerfectlyLexy & DreamtoCreate
Pairing: Scott Barringer/Peter Scarbrow
Rating/Warning etc: Eventually NC-17.
Summary: Despite knowing better, and Scott’s denial, Peter and Scott realize they have feelings for one another that transcend that of student and teacher. Perhaps the lost truly can be found.
Continued from Lost and Found (Part 4a)
"I've missed you, Scotty," she said as they stepped out of the building toward the car that Elaine had driven up to the school. The woman was totally ignoring the now sullen attitude of her step-son, more interested in pressing her breast against his arm while she pretended he was escorting her.
"I just bet," he muttered. "You were lying, weren't you? About Dad." He'd had that sneaking suspicion, and he wanted now to know. Now that she'd gotten all she wanted out of him.
"No," she retorted, stopping as they neared her car. She turned toward him and reached up to smooth out an imaginary wrinkle on his t-shirt. "Your father has been sick."
His hands clinched at his sides. "And you think that just gives you the right to come in here and...and just..." Words failed the teen under Elaine's cold look.
She shook her head. "Don't you _dare_ blame me for this, Scotty. It isn't _me_ who has put us in this situation. If you'd simply acted like any other normal teenager...any normal teenage _boy_, you would have just enjoyed all we have together. You're here because of the things you did. Can I help it if the only way I have of seeing you now is to come all the way up here?"
Scott's gaze dropped and for all his height, he shrunk away from the delicate woman who held so much control over him. "Just go, skank. Get the hell out of here."
A beautiful, almost predatory smile lit her face as she pushed herself up on toes and skimmed her lips along his cheek, her eyes closing as she breathed in his scent. "You know I'll be back, Scotty. You can't get away from me," she whispered softly before kissing him just on the corner of his mouth.
At that, she turned, sliding her dark glasses on even as she slid into the driver's seat of the sports car waiting for her. "After all, Scotty, I have to let you know how your father is."
He sagged in his stance as she pulled out, heart pounding in his chest. He knew she was right. He couldn't get away, and she would be back.
Peter stared out the window of his office, his brows furrowed in concern. He'd not missed the interplay between the pair and for some reason, it just rang warning bells inside of him. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts chasing themselves around in his head. When the teen turned, however, and Peter saw his face, the counselor was moving toward the door of his office, his only thought that of getting to Scott and finding out what was going on.
Scott stared at the ground as he walked, mind whirling. He argued with himself on whether or not he believed Elaine; trying to keep his mind off of more private things. Things they had done as she pressed against him in that empty room and whispered that hated nickname.
"Hey, Scott!" Peter called as he hurried his way out of the back door and jogged toward the teen.
He chose not to hear, picking up his pace.
The Counselor hurried his steps. "Scott, you know you can't just run away..."
"Sure I can," he called back.
"Where do you think you're going to go?" he demanded, catching up with the rushing teen and keeping up with him now. Perhaps Scott was in good shape, but so was Peter.
"Don't know, don't care." He'd taken it into his head, much as he had that first day, that he needed to get away. He didn't care how, he didn't care where. He just needed to get *away*. "Get off my back, Peter," he told the counselor harshly when he couldn't shake him.
"If you need a place to go, Scott-to get away and gather yourself-I know of a place." Peter prayed that the boy would listen, because he didn't want to have to tackle him to get him to stop.
"Leave me alone," he snarled, turning on Peter, fists balled at his sides. "You let that skank near me." He clinched his teeth, as if to stop what ever else he might say.
Peter took a deep breath at that, gathering himself before he said anything. Somehow, that comment held significance and he _had_ to piece it all together to find out just how. "She's your stepmother, Scott. We didn't have much choice. Your father called up and requested that we allow her to see you."
"Son of a bitch!" Scott swore. She had been lying; something he'd known deep down. He whirled, slamming his fist into the nearest tree and feeling tears spring to his eyes in response to the pain as he pulled his now bloodied knuckles away.
"Scott?" he asked softly, not moving for fear of spooking the young boy. "What's going on here? Is your stepmother part of the reason why you didn't want to go back home?" Peter's mind flashed back to the look on Elaine's face just before she'd gotten into her car. He narrowed his eyes as the kiss she had given to her stepson flitted in just after that. It was slowly coming together, and he wasn't sure he liked where he was being led.
He could not look at Peter in that moment. He could not answer to deny or confirm it. All Scott could really do in that endless moment was stare straight ahead at the tree.
Slowly, Peter stepped closer to the teen, shifting over to the boy's side and looking closely at his profile. "What did she do to you, Scott?" he asked urgently in a calm, quiet tone.
"N-nothing," he lied, stepping away from Peter. He couldn't tell.
"Don't lie to me, Scott. I saw the way she kissed you before she left. I've seen your desperation. You can't lock me out any longer." He wouldn't let Scott shut him out. Not again; not if he failed the boy as he feared he had. Because he had to do something to fix what had been broken within Scott.
The teen shuddered, his breath coming in gasps now as he struggled to hold it all in-to keep Peter from full realization. But in that moment, he couldn't do it anymore. His walls shattered, with what he could swear later was an almost audible sound of breaking glass. When the words came, they tore from his throat in a harsh tone that sounded as if it had been dragged across rocks.
"She fucked me, okay? She did what she's been doing for the last two God damned years. She fucked me, and she kissed me, and she lied to me, and then she told me it was my fault in that way that makes me think I can't do anything else but believe her. Is that what you want to know, huh? Is that it?"
Fuck. It was exactly what he'd feared. However, hearing the words finally spoken aloud had Peter staring speechlessly at the teen for a moment as the import of his words and his own failure to protect Scott slammed into him. "Scott...I'm sorry. If I had known, I never would have let her near you. I swear to you I wouldn't. And I can promise you now that I do know...she's never going to hurt you again; never going to _touch_ you again!"
"What's the point? She's already done all the damage she can do," Scott retorted.
"Not unless you let it be that way, Scott. I can help you...people can help you. If you'll just let us. We can make sure she never comes near you again." He wanted so desperately to reach out and to touch Scott, to reassure him. He'd been right, there had been something behind all the attitude and defenses. Now all he wanted was to help!
He stared at Peter now with a look of cynicism that far outmatched his sixteen years. "Oh yeah? Who's going to believe me? Elaine will do her number on anyone else I tell, you just watch. Hell, the only reason you fucking believe it is because you were spying on me."
Peter shook his head in denial. "You're wrong Scott. I would have believed you no matter what. Because I believe _in_ you." It was a simple answer, but sometimes it was the simple answers that were needed the most. Especially when the truth of his words were written in his eyes and all over his face.
"Why?" It was a simple question; as simplistic as the answer Peter had given. But it was an honest one. Scott just couldn't see it -- couldn't see anyone believing him in like that. Not anymore.
"Because underneath it all, the defensiveness and the walls, I see you, Scott. I see a good kid who's been knocked around by life and who has done his best to hide from it all and to shove people away in the process. Scott, you have a lot to offer...I'm just sorry she's fucked that up for you so you don't see it." Peter stepped closer to Scott, slowly, tentatively lifting his hand to lay it supportively on Scott's shoulder and squeezing lightly. "Because underneath it all I see _you_,
Scott."
"Wish I could," he answered, all of his strength going into not moving away from the touch. He'd given in, he'd let Peter in, and he supposed he couldn't back out now.
He felt the tension in Scott and dropped his hand, smiling sadly. "You will. Just give it time." He glanced around the spot that they'd found themselves on the trail and motioned back down the way they'd come. "Why don't we go down to my office. There's a few things you need to know...and I can get that hand cleaned up."
He proffered a very weak smile. "Yeah... Sure, let's do that." He hoped he wasn't about to fuck things up...again.
Continued in Lost and Found (Part 5a)