FICTION: Lost and Found (Part 11a)
Title: Lost and Found (Part 11a)
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 10b)
"What the hell were you thinking?" Shelby demanded, coming up to the woodshed where Scott was chopping wood. Her mouth was set in a hard line and her eyes were red and swollen, as if she'd been crying. Not that she'd ever admit to that, or have allowed anyone to see her doing it.
Scott didn't, couldn't, look at her. He didn't even try to act as if he didn't know what she was talking about. "I was thinking I didn't want to see you go home to that," he answered evenly.
"That wasn't _your_ decision to make! Just because you felt the need to be weak and break down and tell everyone and put yourself through the hell you're going through doesn't mean I did as well. I could have taken care of the situation myself!" she snapped back, anger in every line of her body as she stepped over to where he was chopping the wood and glared up at him.
Scott's own gaze fired with temper. "I wasn't weak!" he snarled. "Excuse the fuck out of me for wanting to help you, since you were too stupid to help yourself!"
She shook her head. "I was _going_ to help myself, dammit! But not by telling Hannah and Peter...I didn't _want_ them to know, dammit! And now they want me to admit it all to them...to open myself up to all the wonderful shit I see you going through. All the questions and people looking at me like it's all my fault...That's just what I needed, Scott, instead of going home...thank you so much." That last held a heavy lilt of sarcasm in it.
"Fuck!" It was a heart-felt exclamation as he slammed his fist into the wood he'd been chopping, scattering some of it as he whirled. "And how did you think you were going to deal with it? I may be going through hell, but maybe I'm better off for it. Or will be. It fucking eats you up inside, and you know it. How much longer was I, were you, supposed to keep on like that, huh? Telling yourself that you'd tell the next time it happened like I did? Or ignoring it and acting all tough like you?"
"I took care of myself, Scott! I made money when I needed it, and I used it to feed me, and I didn't have to worry about answering to any adult-least of all my parents because they couldn't fucking find me!" Of course, she wasn't going to tell him _how_ she managed that...or, hadn't told him up until that point. "Maybe it's what I'm meant to do with the rest of my life," she continued bitterly.
"I don't believe that," he hissed, stepping closer.
"Why not, Scott? It seems to be the only thing people listen to..." Her eyes lit up almost evilly as she stepped closer to him, into him. "Even you." Her hand drifted up his stomach to his chest.
His hand came up and gripped her wrist. "Don't touch me," he said softly. "I don't listen."
She snorted and tried to pull her wrist from his grip. "Oh, no...I forgot...that would be because I'm the wrong sex, now wouldn't it?" Now she was just doing whatever she could to piss him off and she knew it. The bastard deserved after telling Hannah and Peter!
He stepped back. He had to, or he honestly thought he might slap her. That...that would be bad. Though why, when she really deserved it for being such an ungrateful bitch, he couldn't recall.
Think about it, Scott, he told himself. He'd have been just as pissed if it had been the other way around. Somehow, that didn't help.
"Well," he managed through tightly clinched teeth, "look at it this way. If you keep your mouth shut, you'll be going home to all the touching and "listening" you can possibly stand, won't you?"
So much for trying to keep his temper.
She finally managed to get her arm back from his grip. "I won't be _going_ home, Scott! Maybe I'll just go back out on the streets and let people _pay_ to fuck me...at least _that_ way I'll get something out of it." And she hadn't meant to let that slip. Now she was stepping back from him, rubbing at her wrist, but somehow not able to make herself run from the encounter. Maybe if anyone would understand why she'd done what she'd done, it would be Scott. And if he didn't...well, maybe she didn't deserve understanding for what she was...nothing but a whore.
Scott froze, anger draining abruptly. That was why she was so tough, he realized. That was why she was like a goddamned fortress. "I'm sorry," he said softly, not sure whether he was apologizing in that moment for telling, for what had happened to her, or for how and what he'd just done. Maybe all of the above.
Shrugging, she turned away, crossing her arms over her middle. "It doesn't matter...I just have to decide now whether to suck it up and go home, or run and try to take care of me again."
"Why don't you just suck it up and stay here?" He stepped up next to her now.
"Because then I'd have to tell everyone," she answered quietly, pushing her hair back behind her ear.
"You don't see me fucking putting up signs, do you? You don't have to tell
anyone shit."
"My Mom already knew...she'll defend him, you know..." Okay, now her arguments were just sounding lame. Isn't that exactly what his _Dad_ had done?
Scott stared at her for a moment. "Someone once told me that they didn't fucking matter. Maybe you should practice what you preach, Shelby." God, when did he become such a fount of knowledge, he wondered?
She smiled slightly at that, tilting her head up to look at him. "When did you..."
"Shelby? Ah, good, I found you," Hannah said, interrupting the pair of them. "I wanted to talk to you..."
Her face closed down and the smile faded as Shelby glanced out into the trees. "Yeah, I'm here," she answered in her usual tone.
Scott sighed. It wasn't like he was one to talk but.. "Give them a chance," he advised, almost grudgingly.
All she did was shrug as she turned to join Hannah. "We'll see," she answered just as grudgingly before trudging along behind the counselor. At this point, what did she have to lose?
Continued in Lost and Found (Part 11b)
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 10b)
"What the hell were you thinking?" Shelby demanded, coming up to the woodshed where Scott was chopping wood. Her mouth was set in a hard line and her eyes were red and swollen, as if she'd been crying. Not that she'd ever admit to that, or have allowed anyone to see her doing it.
Scott didn't, couldn't, look at her. He didn't even try to act as if he didn't know what she was talking about. "I was thinking I didn't want to see you go home to that," he answered evenly.
"That wasn't _your_ decision to make! Just because you felt the need to be weak and break down and tell everyone and put yourself through the hell you're going through doesn't mean I did as well. I could have taken care of the situation myself!" she snapped back, anger in every line of her body as she stepped over to where he was chopping the wood and glared up at him.
Scott's own gaze fired with temper. "I wasn't weak!" he snarled. "Excuse the fuck out of me for wanting to help you, since you were too stupid to help yourself!"
She shook her head. "I was _going_ to help myself, dammit! But not by telling Hannah and Peter...I didn't _want_ them to know, dammit! And now they want me to admit it all to them...to open myself up to all the wonderful shit I see you going through. All the questions and people looking at me like it's all my fault...That's just what I needed, Scott, instead of going home...thank you so much." That last held a heavy lilt of sarcasm in it.
"Fuck!" It was a heart-felt exclamation as he slammed his fist into the wood he'd been chopping, scattering some of it as he whirled. "And how did you think you were going to deal with it? I may be going through hell, but maybe I'm better off for it. Or will be. It fucking eats you up inside, and you know it. How much longer was I, were you, supposed to keep on like that, huh? Telling yourself that you'd tell the next time it happened like I did? Or ignoring it and acting all tough like you?"
"I took care of myself, Scott! I made money when I needed it, and I used it to feed me, and I didn't have to worry about answering to any adult-least of all my parents because they couldn't fucking find me!" Of course, she wasn't going to tell him _how_ she managed that...or, hadn't told him up until that point. "Maybe it's what I'm meant to do with the rest of my life," she continued bitterly.
"I don't believe that," he hissed, stepping closer.
"Why not, Scott? It seems to be the only thing people listen to..." Her eyes lit up almost evilly as she stepped closer to him, into him. "Even you." Her hand drifted up his stomach to his chest.
His hand came up and gripped her wrist. "Don't touch me," he said softly. "I don't listen."
She snorted and tried to pull her wrist from his grip. "Oh, no...I forgot...that would be because I'm the wrong sex, now wouldn't it?" Now she was just doing whatever she could to piss him off and she knew it. The bastard deserved after telling Hannah and Peter!
He stepped back. He had to, or he honestly thought he might slap her. That...that would be bad. Though why, when she really deserved it for being such an ungrateful bitch, he couldn't recall.
Think about it, Scott, he told himself. He'd have been just as pissed if it had been the other way around. Somehow, that didn't help.
"Well," he managed through tightly clinched teeth, "look at it this way. If you keep your mouth shut, you'll be going home to all the touching and "listening" you can possibly stand, won't you?"
So much for trying to keep his temper.
She finally managed to get her arm back from his grip. "I won't be _going_ home, Scott! Maybe I'll just go back out on the streets and let people _pay_ to fuck me...at least _that_ way I'll get something out of it." And she hadn't meant to let that slip. Now she was stepping back from him, rubbing at her wrist, but somehow not able to make herself run from the encounter. Maybe if anyone would understand why she'd done what she'd done, it would be Scott. And if he didn't...well, maybe she didn't deserve understanding for what she was...nothing but a whore.
Scott froze, anger draining abruptly. That was why she was so tough, he realized. That was why she was like a goddamned fortress. "I'm sorry," he said softly, not sure whether he was apologizing in that moment for telling, for what had happened to her, or for how and what he'd just done. Maybe all of the above.
Shrugging, she turned away, crossing her arms over her middle. "It doesn't matter...I just have to decide now whether to suck it up and go home, or run and try to take care of me again."
"Why don't you just suck it up and stay here?" He stepped up next to her now.
"Because then I'd have to tell everyone," she answered quietly, pushing her hair back behind her ear.
"You don't see me fucking putting up signs, do you? You don't have to tell
anyone shit."
"My Mom already knew...she'll defend him, you know..." Okay, now her arguments were just sounding lame. Isn't that exactly what his _Dad_ had done?
Scott stared at her for a moment. "Someone once told me that they didn't fucking matter. Maybe you should practice what you preach, Shelby." God, when did he become such a fount of knowledge, he wondered?
She smiled slightly at that, tilting her head up to look at him. "When did you..."
"Shelby? Ah, good, I found you," Hannah said, interrupting the pair of them. "I wanted to talk to you..."
Her face closed down and the smile faded as Shelby glanced out into the trees. "Yeah, I'm here," she answered in her usual tone.
Scott sighed. It wasn't like he was one to talk but.. "Give them a chance," he advised, almost grudgingly.
All she did was shrug as she turned to join Hannah. "We'll see," she answered just as grudgingly before trudging along behind the counselor. At this point, what did she have to lose?
Continued in Lost and Found (Part 11b)