The Snake and the Butterfly (17/?)
Fandom: Ghost/ Ex-Ghost/Tid/MCC/PRIEST
Rating HARD R
Disclaimer: Don't know, Don't own, Never happened, No disrespect, No money
Warnings: ASSAULT
Notes: None.
The next week goes by quickly and before you really know it it's Friday, you've been living in a blur the last few weeks if you were being up front with yourself...between the excitement at home and the kind of fun tension at school your weeks had passed by pretty fast. Linton was no longer acting strangely or maybe it was just that you understood what was going on in his head a bit better...you wern't sure but he seemed much more at ease after the talk you'd had in the dining hall. For your part in it all you felt like you were more attuned to him...like you'd been when you'd first been talking really, you'd been able to tell what he was telling up until that scare and then it had been like he just hid it...now you were able to read him again and it made you feel immensely better. You did notice something new though, he let you initiate more than he had in the past...it was by no means on your terms because after all he was still your master but there were times that he would let you start things and that was a bit unusual. You'd asked him at one point and he's simply said that sometimes he felt it was just right to let you be the one who starts it and you'd nodded and gone back to whatever you'd been doing. That friday had been a little odd though...even from when you first woke up. You'd been woken up by your phone ringing though you hadn't been quick enough to answer it, you'd glanced at the number and shrugged because it was a restricted number, you always went by the thought that if it was important they'd leave a message and you'd move on. You hadn't thought much of it and after you'd put your phone down again you rolled over and curled yourself against Linton's side like you always did. You had been almost asleep again when you hear your phone going off again, you let out an irritated sigh but don't make a move to roll back over to look at it, you can already bet that its the same number and you just don't want to deal with it this early in the morning. When it stops you feel yourself relax, you hadn't even known that you'd tensed up at all until then, you debate wether you should wake him up or not because part of you doesn't want to but the other part of you that made that promise to tell him if anything like that happened again was saying to wake him up. You reach behind you and grab your phone before turning it to silent and puting it back, you'll tell him in the morning...you didn't want to wake him up this early.
The next time you wake up, its because of his alarm, the more times he hits the snooze on it the louder it gets and judging by how loud its going off he's hit it a few times already. You lean up and reach over him to turn it off before looking at him for a few minutes, you always liked how completely at peace he looked when he was sleeping and it was always a shame to have to wake him up. You put your hand through his hair before you start to say his name, softly at first but getting a bit louder when he starts to wake up. He puts his face into his pillow though and after some careful thought, weighing your pros and cons...you unceremoniously crawl over top of him and sit on his back, you put your hands against his shoulders and start to rock side to side while saying his name again. You hear him groan loudly into the pillow when your weight settles on his back and when you start to sway you can see him turn his head to the side, his eyes barely open and with a less than enthused look on his face. You lean down over him so that you can look into his face and when he sees you it only gets you a half smile before he closes his eyes again, you're not having it though so you sit up on your knees and move up on his back before almost entirely plopping down onto him again.
"Hey grumpy wake up."
"This would work better if you weren't so light..."
"It worked didn't it?"
"I suppose..."
You go to answer him but before you can he rolls you off his back and climbs over top of you, you really hadn't expected this but you guessed you should have. He doesn't move or try anything, just looks at you with a small bit of sleep still in his eyes before you feel him give you a small kiss before moving to your head and putting his lips against your forehead for a second then as fast as he had been over you he's back to sitting on his side of the bed picking up his phone. It takes a few seconds for you to realize what had just happened and after you get yourself back together you sit up as well and do the same, when you see your phone's notifications you are rudely reminded of the early morning phone calls and you can feel your stomach turn over at the amount of missed calls you have...all from some numbers you had never seen before.
You must have been putting off a feeling because Linton looks over at you and asks if you're ok, you really don't trust yourself to talk so you shake your head and you don't have to look at him to know the expression he has on his face, it's a worried frown with his eyes growing just a tad colder looking. He holds out his hand and you give him your phone without any question and watch him go through the missed calls, his face is as unreadable as any other time he's deep in his own thoughts and after a few minutes of looking through your phone he hands it back to you and picks up his own sending a message to someone-you had no idea who and you weren't going to ask-before letting out a heavy sigh and looking at you.
"Come on...lets get dressed...we need to go visit someone before classes start."
"May I ask who Sir?"
He gives you a tense smile before he shakes his head. "I'll tell you later, for right now just get dressed and ready to go ok?"
"Yes Sir..." You try to offer him a smile but you know its not too convincing, you normally wouldn't let something like this bother you but maybe it was because ignoring it obviously wasn't working...you'd been ignoring it since you'd started seeing him...and you wondered if that had anything to do with it. It seemed a little too far fetched that somone was going to the trouble to bother you around the same time as you had been spending more time with Linton just out of coincidence. You get out of bed and start to put on your clothes while he messes with his phone a bit more before following suit and pulling on his own clothes. You take a few minutes to watch him when he has his back turned to you and you can't help but smile, it was an odd feeling really, you'd watched him get dressed before but sometimes when you watched him, when he was oblivious to the fact that you were of course, you felt a sudden feeling of contentedness with your situation. You felt like you never got to really appreciate his body the way he did yours, he always made it known to you that he appreciated how you looked, among other things, and you'd told him quite often that you thought the same of him. There was always a slight hint of skepticism when he heard you say it though, it made you sad to think that he didn't see himself the way you did but you supposed that it was the same as when he did it to you. He was always picking out certain aspects of his appearance and making them sound bad but you'd never been able to see why. Yes, he had a bit of a belly-which was cute in your honest opinion-and in your eyes he was just so handsome, you didn't understand why he was so hard on himself sometimes. He'd been quick to stop you from picking at your own appearance so many times, he'd called you perfect a number of times and each time you know that you aren't...but he sees you as being that way and you feel that way about him. You've told him...but somehow you don't think he quite believes you still.
You realize you've zoned out a bit, he's standing with his pants on, facing you with his hands on his hips, his eyes look amused and you can't help but feel your face turn pink before you go back to pulling on your own clothes. When you pull on your shirt you turn around and see him doing the same, you can't help but laugh when he has to sit there and button it up though, his face looks so bored while he's doing it. He gives you a look though its not very threatening before he finishes with the last button and grabs a tie that had been over the back of his chair.
"Go downstairs and eat something..."
"Ok Sir..." You turn around and start towards the door before he stops you.
"Actual food. I will be checking."
"Yes Daddy, actual food..." You give him a small smile before you go out of the door and down the hall, you pass Simon and Sara's room and let curiosity get to you as you peek through the door on your way to the stairs. They're both laying still, completely asleep still...you know that Simon's alarm will go off soon and it's a little weird to think that you and Linton won't be walking to the school with them today as that had been your routine for so long. You drift downstairs and into the kitchen to try and f ind something that you'd consider actual food, you really aren't that hungry but you aren't about to disobey over something to eat. You'd be hungry later if you didn't eat now anyhow so you settle on some leftovers that you found. You weren't entirely sure whose they were but you supposed you'd find out sooner or later, they'd been in there for a few days and you honestly thought they'd be eaten by now so what was the point in letting it go bad. You hear Linton come down the hall upstairs and finally down the staircase before he walks into the doorway of the kitchen fully dressed aside from his shoes, he's messing with his hair with an annoyed look before he puts his hand through it and pushes it back, giving up and looking at you. You'd gotten your things around last night before you'd gone to bed so your pack was sitting against the leg of the table while you were sitting by it eating. He looks at you for a long time before he looks at what you're eating, you can tell that he wants to say something but he decides it isn't worth it and shakes his head.
"You said actual food Sir...this is actual food."
"Pizza...is not breakfast..."
"Well...breakfast is the first meal of the day...and I'm eating pizza so..."
"So don't want to get smart with me today little girl..."
"I'm not being smart Sir...anything is breakfast if you eat it in the morning." You look over your shoulder at him while he gets himself coffee and you make sure to give him the biggest over exaggerated smile you can make, when he looks up at you he almost chokes on his drink and you have to try very hard to not laugh.
He doesn't give you a spanking that morning but after some stern looks from him...especially after almost dying on hot coffee...you're both out the door and walking the familiar path to the school, the only difference is that instead of continuing straight he takes you both off to the left towards the IT building and you look at him with a raised brow though you don't honestly expect him to explain himself entirely. You know it has something to do with the phone calls, but you aren't sure what coming here will do exactly, it's only when you get closer to the entrance that he starts to talk.
"I know someone here...that can help us figure out who's been blowing your phone up..."
"I'm not sure i'd want to know who it is Sir..."
"You don't have to...but I sure as hell want to know."
"You already have a suspicion don't you..."
"I do...but unless I get any type of proof it's not enough to move on."
He holds the door open for you and once you both get inside he takes hold of your hand and leads you to the back of the building and through a door that says 'staff only'. Once the door closes you can hear the sound of a few large fans running, the sound is unmistakable really, they are the big barn fans that move tons of air but you can't quite place why they'd be inside when the building is air conditioned. You get your answer though when you go through another door and the temperature starts to climb quite noticeably, and its only when you round another corner that you see why. There are a few large servers sitting against the walls of the room, they are all on, different lights blinking, the ambient whir of computers getting drowned out by the two large fans sitting by the doorway. Inside the room there are a few laptops that are open but only one that is in use by a red haired man sitting on a metal folding chair completely oblivious to the fact that you two are standing there. He's dressed similarly to Linton and it makes you wonder if he's also a teacher but you aren't about to ask, you just stand there while Linton tries to get his attention without having to physically go into the room and bother him.
"Tom!"
You see the other man hold up his hand for a few seconds before he turns around in his chair. "What do you want?"
"I would say your soul but..."
"Rubino I swear to god..."
"Oh...take a joke."
"I literally hear it...ALL THE TIME."
"So you should be used to it."
Tom gives him a look before crossing his arms. "So what do you want."
"Are you able to look up a phone number?"
"Did you try *69?"
"Seriously?"
"Yes. Seriously."
"It's a few different numbers that have been calling her." You see him nod his head towards you and when Tom looks at you he stares for a few moments.
"So this is her huh?"
You both give him a strange look.
"You think that people over here don't know about a teacher and a student fucking?"
"Oh for fuck sake..."
"So anyway...a phone number that's been calling her phone...and you couldn't trace it yourself?"
"I need this to be accurate."
"What are you going to do if I tell you."
"How about you just not worry about it?"
"Kind of feel like I should..."
"Would I do anything that would be questionable?"
"You're fucking with me right?"
You stand there watching their calm argument go shift from understandable english to a heated debate in swedish and for a few minutes you feel a little odd, exactly how many fucking teacher were from Sweden and why was there such a high concentration of them here? You get pulled out of your musing when you hear Linton ask for your phone, which you hand over without a second thought before watching him cross the line of fans to give it to Tom. He takes it and leans back in his chair scrolling through what you presume to be your messages and phone calls and after awhile he looks back up at Linton.
"Well I can tell you right now that like...90% of these numbers will probably be burners."
"How can you know that for sure already?"
Tom gives him a look. "Really?"
"Fine...what about the others."
"It'll take a minute...I mean we all got classes to do...so probably by the end of the day I can get you some info on them. Just don't get your hopes up for anything."
"I never do..."
"I'll probably be able to pull something on at least one. I'll run the burners too, just in case but I'm probably going to not get anything back thats useful."
"That's fine..." Linton had been leaning against the door frame. "I have a suspicion on who the numbers belong to..."
"Reference would be nice."
"There is only one number that might still be on her phone if she didn't delete it." He turns to look at you and suddenly you feel strangely. "Babygirl do you still have Rob's number on your phone?"
You shake your head. "I deleted him not long after I broke up with him..."
"I bet he still has your number though."
You want to answer that he doesn't but you realize that it was a very real probability that he hadn't gotten rid of your number, he always had said that he'd be damned if you were going to leave him...and yet you had. Maybe he was finally getting back at you...
Linton and Tom talk back and forth for a bit before he looks at the clock and curses loudly, they say their goodbyes along with a reminder that he'd be waiting for that info and the two of you are walking-quickly-towards the science building. You both climb the stairs and as you go to leave in the opposite direction you feel him grab ahold of your arm and pull you back, you turn around with a curious look on your face, like you're asking him what's wrong without having to say anything. He just smiles at you and leans down to kiss the top of your head before giving you a small push, you start off again with a stupid smile on your face and you really don't care who sees it. As you walk down the hall you pass several groups of students, some of them look at you some don't...it's become your normal though, the ones that look are the ones that like to talk about you behind your back and sometimes its even right in front of you. Some of them have the nerve to ask you personal questions and it gets annoying quickly so you ignore it the best you can and move on, you pass Gunner and Rob and neither of them say a word but Gunner watches you and it makes your skin crawl. You had been very aware of how he eyed you during lab the other day and it had been so hard to just ignore it, he was blatantly watching you walk now, Rob had the decency to not follow you once you passed them but you could feel one set of eyes bearing down on your back. Once you get to Tobias's class you pick a seat in the back and sit there silently, you feel just a bit overwhelmed and while you know you can handle it you find your fingers wandering to the bracelet and as soon as you feel the charm on your fingertips it feels like you can manage this and so you get out your books and start to occupy yourself with getting your area ready.
Tobias was...definitely an interesting choice for philosophy. He had a way of talking that seemed to make you want to pay attention even when the subject matter was boring as hell, he seemed to get excited about things and when he did his hands started talking too. More than a few times he knocked something off his desk with his hands and while it was funny no one really laughed, they were all too drawn into his lectures. He was shorter than the others, still taller than yourself of course but not by much and he seemed to keep to himself when he wasn't teaching. According to what you knew of him, he had a wife and a few kids, lived pretty normally and it begged the question in your head how exactly he and Linton were friends...sure they played in a band together but that wasn't the only reason they talked...they were friends in some capacity. When his class was over you drug yourself to Martin's class and sat through an intense lecture that left your head in misery, you loved Martin's class but it was some of the most challenging stuff to remember and recall at the drop of a hat. His teaching method was spot on though, he made it fun and memorable in a way which helped greatly...and maybe you'd had some extra help from Linton but no one needed to know that, Linton made learning very interesting but that was a topic for another day. You literally feel like it's been forever since you've seen him and the more adult side of you is saying that you need to relax because it's only been a few hours, so you spend the next twenty or so minutes thinking about wether you'll get your passport in time for the trip...and hell even thinking about the trip. He's never talked much about his family aside from the funny story here and there, and from what you've gathered he gets on well with his dad and his wife...so by all means you shouldn't feel as nervous as you do. Then again it might have been that combined with the fact that you didn't speak a word of Swedish...the thought had crossed your mind though to ask Linton to teach you some but you always felt like it would be odd. You were sure he'd find some way of making you remember it though, even small phrases would be helpful but you doubted you'd be going anywhere by yourself-which you were fine with-so you didn't worry too much about it.
When you see other students getting up to leave you get jerked out of your thoughts long enough to realize that it's time to go, and thankfully it's time for lunch so you start to pack up your things quickly before getting up to leave. You give a short wave to Martin-who returns it with a head shake-and walk out the door, his classroom is on the opposite side of the department next to Aksel's, Linton, Simon and Tobias's classrooms were all located fairly close to the lab so it made sense to end your day with Linton's class, it was literally arms reach away from the lab. You realize though as you make your way through a small crowd of people that this friday was not a lab day, you still had to clean it though but that was fine. When you get closer to his classroom you see him standing outside his door on his phone and it makes you hesitate at first before he sees you and points at you before pointing at the ground in front of him, you walk over to where he'd pointed and hear the last part of his phone call before he hangs up. You don't ask what it was about, it wasn't in English and he looks a little annoyed but the annoyance seems to disappear when he lets out a sigh and looks at you. You offer him a smile before he puts his hand against your back and starts to walk, not long after his arm is around you and he seems to be a bit more calm, you debate for a short time before asking him.
"Everything ok Sir?"
"Yeah...just some stupid shit I had to deal with..."
"From home?"
He shakes his head. "No...INS bullshit..."
"In Swedish?"
He smiles a little embarrassed which is a little rare for him. "I may have gotten a bit irate."
You can't help but smile but you also can't help the curiosity, so when he lets go of you to open a door you go through and wait for him. "What were they calling about...if I may ask Sir..."
He takes his place again, his arm around your waist keeping you close to him. "Someone reported me to the INS...for something I couldn't have possibly done. Had to straighten some things out..."
"Did they get straightened out?"
"Mostly..." He opens the door to the dining hall for you and you wait for him again. "They said it was a pretty serious crime they were accusing me of...but I asked them how I could have done it when it was four states away on a school night."
"What happened?"
"Someone got hospitalized from a pretty bad beating...I mean it sounds like something that I'd do...admittedly, but I have no intention on going back to Sweden for good just yet."
You feel dumb before you even ask it, but you ask anyway. "what do you mean back to Sweden for good Sir?"
"If I get convicted of...like anything...If I piss wrong and someone sees it...I can't stay here. I get deported."
"It can't be that easy to get sent back..."
"It is though, I literally had to read the whole thing...and basically if I don't break any laws I'm fine..." He lets out a sigh before letting you lead to a table. "But it's so easy to just call and say that oh...this person did this...and they call and it's just a clusterfuck."
"Is Sweden so bad?"
"It's not the point. Sweden is amazing...but...if I get deported for a crime, I don't get to come back." He sits down and you follow suit, you see him put his hands through his hair a little before leaning his head against his hand. "Which means that you and I would have to do a long distance...you'd have to come to Sweden if you wanted to see me and that is expensive. Not to mention all the legal shit to get any kind of residency..."
You had honestly stopped listening when he'd said long distance, you really had a hard time trying to get your head around the idea that if any of that came to pass you'd not be able to see him at all...and it must have shown on your face because before you can let your thoughts go too deep you feel his hand against your arm and it brings you back.
"Hey...it got straightened out, there are other swedes with my name you know...its a big world." He offers you a small smile. "I'm not going anywhere...we just have to wait on your passport...which honestly should be showing up any time now, and then we wait until semester break..."
"You think they'll approve it?"
He gives you a look. "I'd be surprised if they don't..."
"I hope so..."
He goes through the same motions that he did before, he tells you stay there which still makes you get a very obviously pout on your face before he leaves, only this time he sees it and looks at you strangely. There is something in his eyes that makes you stop without him having to say a thing and you don't even realize it until he is getting food for both of you, you feel like you should be a bit angry but you aren't...you're actually a tad bit turned on by it.
All in all the last part of your day drags on so badly that by the time you get to Linton's class you've forgotten about the extra time you'd have at the end of class. Normally you'd be excited but instead you're sitting there going over the dates in your head, you come to the conclusion that it is inventory time and you sigh, you hate doing inventory...the only good thing that comes from it is the fact you don't have to do it alone because Linton helps you. You take your normal spot near the back before class starts and watch him get his paperwork together, it feels so strange to watch him like this again. You remember before all of this though, yeah you'd agreed with a lot of the other girls in the class that he was definitely not hard on the eyes...and yeah you'd even maybe fantasized about him once or twice, you'd never had thought you'd be where you were though. You remembered those three distinct personalities he'd had...even though now, they weren't so distinct, before there had been your master, Linton, and Mr. Rubino...and watching him right now reminded you very much that he had his life pretty figured out...or at least it looked that way. Watching him get ready for his class was a rare look at Mr. Rubino the way you remembered him, a little grumpy, a little sarcastic, and very fucking smart. It isn't until he looks up at you, probably because you realize that you've been staring, that he gives you a smile that is uncharacteristic of the teacher he is and it brings back home to you that no one else gets to see this part of him. It makes you feel a girlish pride that you are only slightly embarrassed to admit and as students start to file into his classroom you regain your composure and go back to being the more adult Ophelia that everyone usually sees. You really do enjoy being able to be however you feel around him...sometimes it's torture having to keep yourself level headed. You fee a pair of eyes on you and you already know who is looking without having to turn your head. You know that Linton sees it and you also don't have to see him to know that he is probably glaring absolute death at Gunner, you do your best to ignore it all and let yourself get lost in his lecture, mostly because you enjoy hearing his voice.
When the class ends, you see everyone pack up and after about ten minutes you see everyone empty out of the room, you wait a few minutes in silence until you stand up and walk up to his desk letting your fingers brush over it a little. Linton is absorbed in his computer at the moment and while you want to get his attention you don't, you know better than to just interrupt him so you walk around the side of the desk and sit on it. He looks up after a few minutes and leans his head against his hand making no attempt to hide the way he's already essentially planning what he's going to do to you later, you smile when you see it in his eyes and he also smiles at you but it's a bit sad.
"Do you want me to start on the lab early Sir?"
"Mm...I guess...I'm not going to be able to be there right away though..."
"Why Sir?"
He shrugs. "Some girl needs help with her project and scheduled some time with her...shouldn't be more than half hour though..."
You aren't even aware that your face had changed until he spoke again, just a hint of humor in his voice.
"Babygirl...it's just another student that needs help..."
"I know Sir..."
"Then why are you looking like I ripped your heart out?"
"I don't..."
He turns his chair so that he is facing you fully and he just looks at you for a long time, not saying anything.
"What?"
"Come here..." He puts both his hands on his legs and you fight the urge to look behind you at the door, but you move so that you are sitting on his lap. He moves you a bit so that you are facing him with your legs over his own and your hands are between the two of you. "O..." You feel him pull you up against him and you don't fight it at all, you let him and you regret nothing about how happy it makes you. "You know that for every part of you that is mine, I am equally yours right?"
"Mhm..."
You feel him give you a small pinch, not enough to hurt even.
"Yes Daddy..."
"You don't have to worry about it ok? You're my one and only babygirl ok?"
"Ok Sir..."
"No...I want you to look at me and say it."
It feels like it takes everything in you to lift your head up so that you're looking him in the eyes and for a short second you lose your ability to talk, his intense green gaze always manages to do that to you in one way or another, but you collect yourself pretty quickly. "I'm your one and only Babygirl Daddy...and I don't have to worry about anyone else..."
"That's right..." He smiles just slightly before he kisses your lips softly before doing the same to your forehead. "I don't want you to ever think that anyone comes close to being as important as you do to me, ok?" When you nod he continues. "Now go on...I shouldn't be too long, if you don't get started we'll be here all damn night."
You can't help but laugh because you know he's right, when he lets you off of him he watches you walk towards the door before saying your name which makes you stop and look back at him.
"Don't forget to lock the door when you're in there by yourself ok?"
"I always do Sir."
Inventory is the only day in the lab that you don't actually have to clean anything, unfortunately it meant that you had to walk around and more often than not go through cabinets and drawers with a clipboard and take tally on everything that was there. If anything looked broken or like it might not function properly anymore you set it on one of the tables for Linton to look at and he'd make that decision. You always went about your cleaning duties pretty ritualistically, you walked in and locked the door behind you, pulling on it a few times to make sure it was actually locked because the latch was a little tricky and you'd found that out the hard way one time. After you were sure that you were locked in you went about checking off all the safety equipment and making sure that it was in working order before getting your clipboard and starting in on your counts, you usually started with the PPE lockers and worked your way around the lab, it was the best way to do it in your opinion and Linton had even agreed that it really was a lot easier than following the checklist. This friday was no different of course, you'd checked your door-locked-you'd checked the safety equipment...and now you were over in the lockers with your clipboard gnawing on your pen as you kept a mental note of how much of this or that was actually there at first count. You work your way from the lockers to the drawers of the lab tables and when you get to the table Gunner, Rob and their little clique sit at you find that a majority of the glassware is damaged and it makes you let out a sigh of frustration. People like them were the reason the rest of the class couldn't have nice things...seriously. You stop pulling things out of the drawers when you hear something from the opposite side of the room and after standing there in silence for a few minutes you shrug it off and go about putting all the ruined equipment on top of the table, moving onto the next table. It isn't until you get a few tables down that you start to feel uneasy and you aren't really sure why, you know that you are the only one in here and there was simply no way that anyone could have snuck in here since you'd been in...the door was too noisy...and it was locked. You lean against the table and let the rational side of your mind put you at ease before you start digging through the drawers again being amused by some of the things shoved into the backs of the space. When you finish the tables you lean against the end of one and look back through all the equipment on the table tops, you can't help the frown though when you see how much will probably be wasted because it's unusable...you know Linton won't be happy and Martin will be even less enthused by it.
You write some notes on the clipboard and push off the end of the table starting towards the teachers' desk when you hear a faint clinking sound and it makes you turn around quickly, you don't see anything at first but you feel your body tense up at the idea that you might have to run. Once again you find yourself standing in silence but this time you don't make a move, you keep standing there until you see some movement behind the teachers' lockers. You feel a small bit of relief, you aren't losing your mind at least and once you get your voice back you put the clipboard on the table and walk a few steps towards them.
"Hey...you can't be in here..."
They don't answer and you feel your brow furrow. "Hey! You need to leave, no one is allowed in here after open hours." You can feel yourself getting a bit frustrated when they don't answer, you put your hands on your hips and get ready to yell when you feel someone take hold of both your arms and pull them behind you. You're first instinct is to kick at them but after a miss you feel them brace their leg against yours so you can't move them, you squirm and try to wiggle out of their hold but you can't and as a last resort you take a deep breath and start to let out a loud yell but you feel another hand over your mouth tightly as soon as it starts, you feel your body break out in cold sweat and you start to panic when you see Gunner standing in front of you, he's eyeing you the same way he has been the last few days and it makes you flail around more against whoever is holding onto you. You feel Gunner reach into your pocket and take your keys making sure that his fingers linger longer than they rightfully need to and it makes you feel almost ill at the feeling.
"I just want to talk." He looks past you and nods and soon enough you feel the hands holding you let go and you stand there in a confused daze.
"What the hell?"
"Well...see we both have some questions to ask you..."
You turn and see Rob standing there, but he looks uneasy almost like he doesn't even want to be here.
"His is a little easy, he just wants to know why you dumped him..."
You don't answer, you aren't sure you'd even be able to at this point, you're so on edge that you don't trust your voice.
"And me?" He leans against the end of the table. "I've done some research-"
"That would be a first wouldn't it." You feel his hand bite across your face quickly before you get a chance to see him move, you hear Rob behind you.
"Hell no, you said we were going to fucking talk not this shit."
"We are talking, bitch needs to watch her damn mouth though."
"I'm not doing this."
"What? You're afraid of what exactly? Mr. Rubino?"
You are actually still ina bit of a daze but you recognize the legitimate fear in Rob's voice. "You know what? Yes! He's already fucking threatened me and I am NOT getting involved with this..."
"You're already fucking involved in it."
"You said we'd fuck with her not fucking hit her, I'm out!"
"Go on then, goddamn pussy!"
You hear Rob leave and now it's just you and Gunner in the lab...you know the door is still locked though and it makes you start to think about anything you can do to deescalate this situation before it gets worse.
"Try this again shall we?" He had gotten up when he was yelling but now he's leaning back against the table. "I know what that necklace is...you two much be into some pretty weird shit..." He puts your keys on the table and starts to mess with them while he talks. "So what...you just do whatever guys tell you to do?"
You don't answer him, you don't want to, it isn't until he gets irritated and pushes himself off the table that you suddenly are alert enough to act.
"Answer me fucking slut..."
"If you get near me...if you even take one step towards me I swear to go I will scream so loud that every person here will hear me."
"And who'd hear you, ain't anyone else here."
You're watching him closely because you don't know what he'll do, but the way he's looking at you tells you everything that he'll do if he can get close to you. "Mr. Soderberg, Mr. Persner...and Mr. Rubino are still here and their offices are close by...I can promise you that Mr. Soderberg and Rubino are in their offices..."
"You won't get a chance...besides, you never know you might like what I want to do."
"I fucking doubt it you piece of shit."
You aren't sure if he really does take a step or not, but you think he does and as soon as he does you let out the loudest most desperate scream you can, it's so loud it echos and burns your throat. It stuns Gunner for a few seconds before he brings his fist up against your jaw hard enough that it stuns you, just long enough for him to tackle you against a table. He has his hand in your hair pulling your head back with his other hand against your mouth tightly so that any noise you make is muffled, his weight throws you off balance and as you fall backwards you bring your arm up and push all the glassware off the table making the loudest crash you can. When you see him look to the side distractedly you bring your fist up against his face, it barely stuns him though and when you feel him pin you under him you start to panic, you feel him put his hands around your throat tightly but you bring both your hands up to his face and dig your nails into his skin hard enough he lets out a loud growl and strikes you across the face. You try to fight through the daze that follows it, you can barely feel your face and you can smell blood though you aren't sure where its coming from or who for that matter, when you feel his hand strike your face again you bring your hand up and scratch his face again before you can't keep yourself coherent enough to fight back properly, you feel him start to try and undress you and it breathes a new life into you as you put both hands against his face and push him backwards letting out another scream, this one sounds much more panicked though and once again it gets cut off by his hand. You don't care though and you let out a growl of your own and bury your teeth into his skin making him back off of you cursing loudly, you take your chance though, you roll over onto your side and get to your feet quickly before attempting to make a run at the door. You feel him grab your arm and pull you back roughly though and in-what feels like painful slow motion he grabs at your neck but misses and you can feel his fingers hook into your necklace before jerking his hand back hard, intending to get you to fall into him. He only succeeds in breaking the necklace though, you feel like you are going to be ill and when he descends on you again you aren't able to really fight back, you feel exhausted already and after a good strong punch to the stomach he pretty much incapacitates you enough that he tries to pull your clothes off again. You try though, you really try to throw him off of you but he doesn't have to try hard to overpower you, you close your eyes against it when you feel him pull your shirt up over your stomach but you hear yelling suddenly, and as quickly as he'd gotten on you he was off.
You literally feel like you don't have the energy to even open your eyes but you manage to pry them open enough to see the scene in front of you. You can clearly see the lab doors hanging open, and you can see Martin rather forcefully restraining Gunner...who's face is marred by so many scratch marks he looks like he got into a fight with a pissed off cat. You can see Aksel waving his arms at Gunner but you really can't hear what is being said despite the fact you know there is a great deal of yelling, you look around you and see all the glass that you'd knocked off the tables and when you see your arm you know where the metallic smell had been coming from. Tobias is kneeling next to you, he's looking at your arm and you know that he's asking you questions but you can't hear him. It isn't until you see Simon come into the room with Linton that you feel the urge to either scream or cry...you aren't rightly sure which one you want more but nothing comes out anyway...you look over beyond where Tobias is and see your necklace on the floor, its broken so badly that it's in two pieces and it makes you put your hand over your face despite the fact that the action hurts. When the ringing in your ears starts to subside you start to hear everything, you hear Aksel and Martin screaming at Gunner, the former of the two saying that he was going to get the deans down here to deal with this, you can hear Tobias asking you if you think you've broken anything, trying to be of help as much as he can but not being able to do much except stop your arm from bleeding. You hear Simon speaking though its quiet and low, you can see Linton and Simon both standing by the door and it looks very much like Simon is trying to keep Linton from killing Gunner. Simon has his hands on the other's shoulders keeping him focused on anything except Gunner who is still being held by Martin, it seems like an eternity laying on the floor before you try to sit up and with some help from Tobias you manage to sit up without cutting yourself worse, you feel a little dizzy and at first you wonder if maybe Gunner punching you had given you a bit of concussion but you don't ponder on it too much, you can see Linton look at you from over Simon's shoulder and it's like he's a totally different person...like he hadn't been chomping at the bit to kill the other. You can't really bring yourself to look at him though, all you really can think of is your necklace on the ground next to you being broken beyond repair...and when Linton actually does manage to get over to you, you can't help the words that come out of your mouth. You apologize, you aren't even sure why though...you apologize mostly for not having it on and you know it sounds silly to everyone else in the room but he understands you. He takes over Tobias's spot and pulls you up to him tightly, it breaks your heart to hear him apologize so you reassure him the same way that he always had done with you, and for a long time you both just sit there, holding onto the other tightly. It's calm until you hear a throat clear from the doorway and you feel Linton tense up at it...
Rating HARD R
Disclaimer: Don't know, Don't own, Never happened, No disrespect, No money
Warnings: ASSAULT
Notes: None.
The next week goes by quickly and before you really know it it's Friday, you've been living in a blur the last few weeks if you were being up front with yourself...between the excitement at home and the kind of fun tension at school your weeks had passed by pretty fast. Linton was no longer acting strangely or maybe it was just that you understood what was going on in his head a bit better...you wern't sure but he seemed much more at ease after the talk you'd had in the dining hall. For your part in it all you felt like you were more attuned to him...like you'd been when you'd first been talking really, you'd been able to tell what he was telling up until that scare and then it had been like he just hid it...now you were able to read him again and it made you feel immensely better. You did notice something new though, he let you initiate more than he had in the past...it was by no means on your terms because after all he was still your master but there were times that he would let you start things and that was a bit unusual. You'd asked him at one point and he's simply said that sometimes he felt it was just right to let you be the one who starts it and you'd nodded and gone back to whatever you'd been doing. That friday had been a little odd though...even from when you first woke up. You'd been woken up by your phone ringing though you hadn't been quick enough to answer it, you'd glanced at the number and shrugged because it was a restricted number, you always went by the thought that if it was important they'd leave a message and you'd move on. You hadn't thought much of it and after you'd put your phone down again you rolled over and curled yourself against Linton's side like you always did. You had been almost asleep again when you hear your phone going off again, you let out an irritated sigh but don't make a move to roll back over to look at it, you can already bet that its the same number and you just don't want to deal with it this early in the morning. When it stops you feel yourself relax, you hadn't even known that you'd tensed up at all until then, you debate wether you should wake him up or not because part of you doesn't want to but the other part of you that made that promise to tell him if anything like that happened again was saying to wake him up. You reach behind you and grab your phone before turning it to silent and puting it back, you'll tell him in the morning...you didn't want to wake him up this early.
The next time you wake up, its because of his alarm, the more times he hits the snooze on it the louder it gets and judging by how loud its going off he's hit it a few times already. You lean up and reach over him to turn it off before looking at him for a few minutes, you always liked how completely at peace he looked when he was sleeping and it was always a shame to have to wake him up. You put your hand through his hair before you start to say his name, softly at first but getting a bit louder when he starts to wake up. He puts his face into his pillow though and after some careful thought, weighing your pros and cons...you unceremoniously crawl over top of him and sit on his back, you put your hands against his shoulders and start to rock side to side while saying his name again. You hear him groan loudly into the pillow when your weight settles on his back and when you start to sway you can see him turn his head to the side, his eyes barely open and with a less than enthused look on his face. You lean down over him so that you can look into his face and when he sees you it only gets you a half smile before he closes his eyes again, you're not having it though so you sit up on your knees and move up on his back before almost entirely plopping down onto him again.
"Hey grumpy wake up."
"This would work better if you weren't so light..."
"It worked didn't it?"
"I suppose..."
You go to answer him but before you can he rolls you off his back and climbs over top of you, you really hadn't expected this but you guessed you should have. He doesn't move or try anything, just looks at you with a small bit of sleep still in his eyes before you feel him give you a small kiss before moving to your head and putting his lips against your forehead for a second then as fast as he had been over you he's back to sitting on his side of the bed picking up his phone. It takes a few seconds for you to realize what had just happened and after you get yourself back together you sit up as well and do the same, when you see your phone's notifications you are rudely reminded of the early morning phone calls and you can feel your stomach turn over at the amount of missed calls you have...all from some numbers you had never seen before.
You must have been putting off a feeling because Linton looks over at you and asks if you're ok, you really don't trust yourself to talk so you shake your head and you don't have to look at him to know the expression he has on his face, it's a worried frown with his eyes growing just a tad colder looking. He holds out his hand and you give him your phone without any question and watch him go through the missed calls, his face is as unreadable as any other time he's deep in his own thoughts and after a few minutes of looking through your phone he hands it back to you and picks up his own sending a message to someone-you had no idea who and you weren't going to ask-before letting out a heavy sigh and looking at you.
"Come on...lets get dressed...we need to go visit someone before classes start."
"May I ask who Sir?"
He gives you a tense smile before he shakes his head. "I'll tell you later, for right now just get dressed and ready to go ok?"
"Yes Sir..." You try to offer him a smile but you know its not too convincing, you normally wouldn't let something like this bother you but maybe it was because ignoring it obviously wasn't working...you'd been ignoring it since you'd started seeing him...and you wondered if that had anything to do with it. It seemed a little too far fetched that somone was going to the trouble to bother you around the same time as you had been spending more time with Linton just out of coincidence. You get out of bed and start to put on your clothes while he messes with his phone a bit more before following suit and pulling on his own clothes. You take a few minutes to watch him when he has his back turned to you and you can't help but smile, it was an odd feeling really, you'd watched him get dressed before but sometimes when you watched him, when he was oblivious to the fact that you were of course, you felt a sudden feeling of contentedness with your situation. You felt like you never got to really appreciate his body the way he did yours, he always made it known to you that he appreciated how you looked, among other things, and you'd told him quite often that you thought the same of him. There was always a slight hint of skepticism when he heard you say it though, it made you sad to think that he didn't see himself the way you did but you supposed that it was the same as when he did it to you. He was always picking out certain aspects of his appearance and making them sound bad but you'd never been able to see why. Yes, he had a bit of a belly-which was cute in your honest opinion-and in your eyes he was just so handsome, you didn't understand why he was so hard on himself sometimes. He'd been quick to stop you from picking at your own appearance so many times, he'd called you perfect a number of times and each time you know that you aren't...but he sees you as being that way and you feel that way about him. You've told him...but somehow you don't think he quite believes you still.
You realize you've zoned out a bit, he's standing with his pants on, facing you with his hands on his hips, his eyes look amused and you can't help but feel your face turn pink before you go back to pulling on your own clothes. When you pull on your shirt you turn around and see him doing the same, you can't help but laugh when he has to sit there and button it up though, his face looks so bored while he's doing it. He gives you a look though its not very threatening before he finishes with the last button and grabs a tie that had been over the back of his chair.
"Go downstairs and eat something..."
"Ok Sir..." You turn around and start towards the door before he stops you.
"Actual food. I will be checking."
"Yes Daddy, actual food..." You give him a small smile before you go out of the door and down the hall, you pass Simon and Sara's room and let curiosity get to you as you peek through the door on your way to the stairs. They're both laying still, completely asleep still...you know that Simon's alarm will go off soon and it's a little weird to think that you and Linton won't be walking to the school with them today as that had been your routine for so long. You drift downstairs and into the kitchen to try and f ind something that you'd consider actual food, you really aren't that hungry but you aren't about to disobey over something to eat. You'd be hungry later if you didn't eat now anyhow so you settle on some leftovers that you found. You weren't entirely sure whose they were but you supposed you'd find out sooner or later, they'd been in there for a few days and you honestly thought they'd be eaten by now so what was the point in letting it go bad. You hear Linton come down the hall upstairs and finally down the staircase before he walks into the doorway of the kitchen fully dressed aside from his shoes, he's messing with his hair with an annoyed look before he puts his hand through it and pushes it back, giving up and looking at you. You'd gotten your things around last night before you'd gone to bed so your pack was sitting against the leg of the table while you were sitting by it eating. He looks at you for a long time before he looks at what you're eating, you can tell that he wants to say something but he decides it isn't worth it and shakes his head.
"You said actual food Sir...this is actual food."
"Pizza...is not breakfast..."
"Well...breakfast is the first meal of the day...and I'm eating pizza so..."
"So don't want to get smart with me today little girl..."
"I'm not being smart Sir...anything is breakfast if you eat it in the morning." You look over your shoulder at him while he gets himself coffee and you make sure to give him the biggest over exaggerated smile you can make, when he looks up at you he almost chokes on his drink and you have to try very hard to not laugh.
He doesn't give you a spanking that morning but after some stern looks from him...especially after almost dying on hot coffee...you're both out the door and walking the familiar path to the school, the only difference is that instead of continuing straight he takes you both off to the left towards the IT building and you look at him with a raised brow though you don't honestly expect him to explain himself entirely. You know it has something to do with the phone calls, but you aren't sure what coming here will do exactly, it's only when you get closer to the entrance that he starts to talk.
"I know someone here...that can help us figure out who's been blowing your phone up..."
"I'm not sure i'd want to know who it is Sir..."
"You don't have to...but I sure as hell want to know."
"You already have a suspicion don't you..."
"I do...but unless I get any type of proof it's not enough to move on."
He holds the door open for you and once you both get inside he takes hold of your hand and leads you to the back of the building and through a door that says 'staff only'. Once the door closes you can hear the sound of a few large fans running, the sound is unmistakable really, they are the big barn fans that move tons of air but you can't quite place why they'd be inside when the building is air conditioned. You get your answer though when you go through another door and the temperature starts to climb quite noticeably, and its only when you round another corner that you see why. There are a few large servers sitting against the walls of the room, they are all on, different lights blinking, the ambient whir of computers getting drowned out by the two large fans sitting by the doorway. Inside the room there are a few laptops that are open but only one that is in use by a red haired man sitting on a metal folding chair completely oblivious to the fact that you two are standing there. He's dressed similarly to Linton and it makes you wonder if he's also a teacher but you aren't about to ask, you just stand there while Linton tries to get his attention without having to physically go into the room and bother him.
"Tom!"
You see the other man hold up his hand for a few seconds before he turns around in his chair. "What do you want?"
"I would say your soul but..."
"Rubino I swear to god..."
"Oh...take a joke."
"I literally hear it...ALL THE TIME."
"So you should be used to it."
Tom gives him a look before crossing his arms. "So what do you want."
"Are you able to look up a phone number?"
"Did you try *69?"
"Seriously?"
"Yes. Seriously."
"It's a few different numbers that have been calling her." You see him nod his head towards you and when Tom looks at you he stares for a few moments.
"So this is her huh?"
You both give him a strange look.
"You think that people over here don't know about a teacher and a student fucking?"
"Oh for fuck sake..."
"So anyway...a phone number that's been calling her phone...and you couldn't trace it yourself?"
"I need this to be accurate."
"What are you going to do if I tell you."
"How about you just not worry about it?"
"Kind of feel like I should..."
"Would I do anything that would be questionable?"
"You're fucking with me right?"
You stand there watching their calm argument go shift from understandable english to a heated debate in swedish and for a few minutes you feel a little odd, exactly how many fucking teacher were from Sweden and why was there such a high concentration of them here? You get pulled out of your musing when you hear Linton ask for your phone, which you hand over without a second thought before watching him cross the line of fans to give it to Tom. He takes it and leans back in his chair scrolling through what you presume to be your messages and phone calls and after awhile he looks back up at Linton.
"Well I can tell you right now that like...90% of these numbers will probably be burners."
"How can you know that for sure already?"
Tom gives him a look. "Really?"
"Fine...what about the others."
"It'll take a minute...I mean we all got classes to do...so probably by the end of the day I can get you some info on them. Just don't get your hopes up for anything."
"I never do..."
"I'll probably be able to pull something on at least one. I'll run the burners too, just in case but I'm probably going to not get anything back thats useful."
"That's fine..." Linton had been leaning against the door frame. "I have a suspicion on who the numbers belong to..."
"Reference would be nice."
"There is only one number that might still be on her phone if she didn't delete it." He turns to look at you and suddenly you feel strangely. "Babygirl do you still have Rob's number on your phone?"
You shake your head. "I deleted him not long after I broke up with him..."
"I bet he still has your number though."
You want to answer that he doesn't but you realize that it was a very real probability that he hadn't gotten rid of your number, he always had said that he'd be damned if you were going to leave him...and yet you had. Maybe he was finally getting back at you...
Linton and Tom talk back and forth for a bit before he looks at the clock and curses loudly, they say their goodbyes along with a reminder that he'd be waiting for that info and the two of you are walking-quickly-towards the science building. You both climb the stairs and as you go to leave in the opposite direction you feel him grab ahold of your arm and pull you back, you turn around with a curious look on your face, like you're asking him what's wrong without having to say anything. He just smiles at you and leans down to kiss the top of your head before giving you a small push, you start off again with a stupid smile on your face and you really don't care who sees it. As you walk down the hall you pass several groups of students, some of them look at you some don't...it's become your normal though, the ones that look are the ones that like to talk about you behind your back and sometimes its even right in front of you. Some of them have the nerve to ask you personal questions and it gets annoying quickly so you ignore it the best you can and move on, you pass Gunner and Rob and neither of them say a word but Gunner watches you and it makes your skin crawl. You had been very aware of how he eyed you during lab the other day and it had been so hard to just ignore it, he was blatantly watching you walk now, Rob had the decency to not follow you once you passed them but you could feel one set of eyes bearing down on your back. Once you get to Tobias's class you pick a seat in the back and sit there silently, you feel just a bit overwhelmed and while you know you can handle it you find your fingers wandering to the bracelet and as soon as you feel the charm on your fingertips it feels like you can manage this and so you get out your books and start to occupy yourself with getting your area ready.
Tobias was...definitely an interesting choice for philosophy. He had a way of talking that seemed to make you want to pay attention even when the subject matter was boring as hell, he seemed to get excited about things and when he did his hands started talking too. More than a few times he knocked something off his desk with his hands and while it was funny no one really laughed, they were all too drawn into his lectures. He was shorter than the others, still taller than yourself of course but not by much and he seemed to keep to himself when he wasn't teaching. According to what you knew of him, he had a wife and a few kids, lived pretty normally and it begged the question in your head how exactly he and Linton were friends...sure they played in a band together but that wasn't the only reason they talked...they were friends in some capacity. When his class was over you drug yourself to Martin's class and sat through an intense lecture that left your head in misery, you loved Martin's class but it was some of the most challenging stuff to remember and recall at the drop of a hat. His teaching method was spot on though, he made it fun and memorable in a way which helped greatly...and maybe you'd had some extra help from Linton but no one needed to know that, Linton made learning very interesting but that was a topic for another day. You literally feel like it's been forever since you've seen him and the more adult side of you is saying that you need to relax because it's only been a few hours, so you spend the next twenty or so minutes thinking about wether you'll get your passport in time for the trip...and hell even thinking about the trip. He's never talked much about his family aside from the funny story here and there, and from what you've gathered he gets on well with his dad and his wife...so by all means you shouldn't feel as nervous as you do. Then again it might have been that combined with the fact that you didn't speak a word of Swedish...the thought had crossed your mind though to ask Linton to teach you some but you always felt like it would be odd. You were sure he'd find some way of making you remember it though, even small phrases would be helpful but you doubted you'd be going anywhere by yourself-which you were fine with-so you didn't worry too much about it.
When you see other students getting up to leave you get jerked out of your thoughts long enough to realize that it's time to go, and thankfully it's time for lunch so you start to pack up your things quickly before getting up to leave. You give a short wave to Martin-who returns it with a head shake-and walk out the door, his classroom is on the opposite side of the department next to Aksel's, Linton, Simon and Tobias's classrooms were all located fairly close to the lab so it made sense to end your day with Linton's class, it was literally arms reach away from the lab. You realize though as you make your way through a small crowd of people that this friday was not a lab day, you still had to clean it though but that was fine. When you get closer to his classroom you see him standing outside his door on his phone and it makes you hesitate at first before he sees you and points at you before pointing at the ground in front of him, you walk over to where he'd pointed and hear the last part of his phone call before he hangs up. You don't ask what it was about, it wasn't in English and he looks a little annoyed but the annoyance seems to disappear when he lets out a sigh and looks at you. You offer him a smile before he puts his hand against your back and starts to walk, not long after his arm is around you and he seems to be a bit more calm, you debate for a short time before asking him.
"Everything ok Sir?"
"Yeah...just some stupid shit I had to deal with..."
"From home?"
He shakes his head. "No...INS bullshit..."
"In Swedish?"
He smiles a little embarrassed which is a little rare for him. "I may have gotten a bit irate."
You can't help but smile but you also can't help the curiosity, so when he lets go of you to open a door you go through and wait for him. "What were they calling about...if I may ask Sir..."
He takes his place again, his arm around your waist keeping you close to him. "Someone reported me to the INS...for something I couldn't have possibly done. Had to straighten some things out..."
"Did they get straightened out?"
"Mostly..." He opens the door to the dining hall for you and you wait for him again. "They said it was a pretty serious crime they were accusing me of...but I asked them how I could have done it when it was four states away on a school night."
"What happened?"
"Someone got hospitalized from a pretty bad beating...I mean it sounds like something that I'd do...admittedly, but I have no intention on going back to Sweden for good just yet."
You feel dumb before you even ask it, but you ask anyway. "what do you mean back to Sweden for good Sir?"
"If I get convicted of...like anything...If I piss wrong and someone sees it...I can't stay here. I get deported."
"It can't be that easy to get sent back..."
"It is though, I literally had to read the whole thing...and basically if I don't break any laws I'm fine..." He lets out a sigh before letting you lead to a table. "But it's so easy to just call and say that oh...this person did this...and they call and it's just a clusterfuck."
"Is Sweden so bad?"
"It's not the point. Sweden is amazing...but...if I get deported for a crime, I don't get to come back." He sits down and you follow suit, you see him put his hands through his hair a little before leaning his head against his hand. "Which means that you and I would have to do a long distance...you'd have to come to Sweden if you wanted to see me and that is expensive. Not to mention all the legal shit to get any kind of residency..."
You had honestly stopped listening when he'd said long distance, you really had a hard time trying to get your head around the idea that if any of that came to pass you'd not be able to see him at all...and it must have shown on your face because before you can let your thoughts go too deep you feel his hand against your arm and it brings you back.
"Hey...it got straightened out, there are other swedes with my name you know...its a big world." He offers you a small smile. "I'm not going anywhere...we just have to wait on your passport...which honestly should be showing up any time now, and then we wait until semester break..."
"You think they'll approve it?"
He gives you a look. "I'd be surprised if they don't..."
"I hope so..."
He goes through the same motions that he did before, he tells you stay there which still makes you get a very obviously pout on your face before he leaves, only this time he sees it and looks at you strangely. There is something in his eyes that makes you stop without him having to say a thing and you don't even realize it until he is getting food for both of you, you feel like you should be a bit angry but you aren't...you're actually a tad bit turned on by it.
All in all the last part of your day drags on so badly that by the time you get to Linton's class you've forgotten about the extra time you'd have at the end of class. Normally you'd be excited but instead you're sitting there going over the dates in your head, you come to the conclusion that it is inventory time and you sigh, you hate doing inventory...the only good thing that comes from it is the fact you don't have to do it alone because Linton helps you. You take your normal spot near the back before class starts and watch him get his paperwork together, it feels so strange to watch him like this again. You remember before all of this though, yeah you'd agreed with a lot of the other girls in the class that he was definitely not hard on the eyes...and yeah you'd even maybe fantasized about him once or twice, you'd never had thought you'd be where you were though. You remembered those three distinct personalities he'd had...even though now, they weren't so distinct, before there had been your master, Linton, and Mr. Rubino...and watching him right now reminded you very much that he had his life pretty figured out...or at least it looked that way. Watching him get ready for his class was a rare look at Mr. Rubino the way you remembered him, a little grumpy, a little sarcastic, and very fucking smart. It isn't until he looks up at you, probably because you realize that you've been staring, that he gives you a smile that is uncharacteristic of the teacher he is and it brings back home to you that no one else gets to see this part of him. It makes you feel a girlish pride that you are only slightly embarrassed to admit and as students start to file into his classroom you regain your composure and go back to being the more adult Ophelia that everyone usually sees. You really do enjoy being able to be however you feel around him...sometimes it's torture having to keep yourself level headed. You fee a pair of eyes on you and you already know who is looking without having to turn your head. You know that Linton sees it and you also don't have to see him to know that he is probably glaring absolute death at Gunner, you do your best to ignore it all and let yourself get lost in his lecture, mostly because you enjoy hearing his voice.
When the class ends, you see everyone pack up and after about ten minutes you see everyone empty out of the room, you wait a few minutes in silence until you stand up and walk up to his desk letting your fingers brush over it a little. Linton is absorbed in his computer at the moment and while you want to get his attention you don't, you know better than to just interrupt him so you walk around the side of the desk and sit on it. He looks up after a few minutes and leans his head against his hand making no attempt to hide the way he's already essentially planning what he's going to do to you later, you smile when you see it in his eyes and he also smiles at you but it's a bit sad.
"Do you want me to start on the lab early Sir?"
"Mm...I guess...I'm not going to be able to be there right away though..."
"Why Sir?"
He shrugs. "Some girl needs help with her project and scheduled some time with her...shouldn't be more than half hour though..."
You aren't even aware that your face had changed until he spoke again, just a hint of humor in his voice.
"Babygirl...it's just another student that needs help..."
"I know Sir..."
"Then why are you looking like I ripped your heart out?"
"I don't..."
He turns his chair so that he is facing you fully and he just looks at you for a long time, not saying anything.
"What?"
"Come here..." He puts both his hands on his legs and you fight the urge to look behind you at the door, but you move so that you are sitting on his lap. He moves you a bit so that you are facing him with your legs over his own and your hands are between the two of you. "O..." You feel him pull you up against him and you don't fight it at all, you let him and you regret nothing about how happy it makes you. "You know that for every part of you that is mine, I am equally yours right?"
"Mhm..."
You feel him give you a small pinch, not enough to hurt even.
"Yes Daddy..."
"You don't have to worry about it ok? You're my one and only babygirl ok?"
"Ok Sir..."
"No...I want you to look at me and say it."
It feels like it takes everything in you to lift your head up so that you're looking him in the eyes and for a short second you lose your ability to talk, his intense green gaze always manages to do that to you in one way or another, but you collect yourself pretty quickly. "I'm your one and only Babygirl Daddy...and I don't have to worry about anyone else..."
"That's right..." He smiles just slightly before he kisses your lips softly before doing the same to your forehead. "I don't want you to ever think that anyone comes close to being as important as you do to me, ok?" When you nod he continues. "Now go on...I shouldn't be too long, if you don't get started we'll be here all damn night."
You can't help but laugh because you know he's right, when he lets you off of him he watches you walk towards the door before saying your name which makes you stop and look back at him.
"Don't forget to lock the door when you're in there by yourself ok?"
"I always do Sir."
Inventory is the only day in the lab that you don't actually have to clean anything, unfortunately it meant that you had to walk around and more often than not go through cabinets and drawers with a clipboard and take tally on everything that was there. If anything looked broken or like it might not function properly anymore you set it on one of the tables for Linton to look at and he'd make that decision. You always went about your cleaning duties pretty ritualistically, you walked in and locked the door behind you, pulling on it a few times to make sure it was actually locked because the latch was a little tricky and you'd found that out the hard way one time. After you were sure that you were locked in you went about checking off all the safety equipment and making sure that it was in working order before getting your clipboard and starting in on your counts, you usually started with the PPE lockers and worked your way around the lab, it was the best way to do it in your opinion and Linton had even agreed that it really was a lot easier than following the checklist. This friday was no different of course, you'd checked your door-locked-you'd checked the safety equipment...and now you were over in the lockers with your clipboard gnawing on your pen as you kept a mental note of how much of this or that was actually there at first count. You work your way from the lockers to the drawers of the lab tables and when you get to the table Gunner, Rob and their little clique sit at you find that a majority of the glassware is damaged and it makes you let out a sigh of frustration. People like them were the reason the rest of the class couldn't have nice things...seriously. You stop pulling things out of the drawers when you hear something from the opposite side of the room and after standing there in silence for a few minutes you shrug it off and go about putting all the ruined equipment on top of the table, moving onto the next table. It isn't until you get a few tables down that you start to feel uneasy and you aren't really sure why, you know that you are the only one in here and there was simply no way that anyone could have snuck in here since you'd been in...the door was too noisy...and it was locked. You lean against the table and let the rational side of your mind put you at ease before you start digging through the drawers again being amused by some of the things shoved into the backs of the space. When you finish the tables you lean against the end of one and look back through all the equipment on the table tops, you can't help the frown though when you see how much will probably be wasted because it's unusable...you know Linton won't be happy and Martin will be even less enthused by it.
You write some notes on the clipboard and push off the end of the table starting towards the teachers' desk when you hear a faint clinking sound and it makes you turn around quickly, you don't see anything at first but you feel your body tense up at the idea that you might have to run. Once again you find yourself standing in silence but this time you don't make a move, you keep standing there until you see some movement behind the teachers' lockers. You feel a small bit of relief, you aren't losing your mind at least and once you get your voice back you put the clipboard on the table and walk a few steps towards them.
"Hey...you can't be in here..."
They don't answer and you feel your brow furrow. "Hey! You need to leave, no one is allowed in here after open hours." You can feel yourself getting a bit frustrated when they don't answer, you put your hands on your hips and get ready to yell when you feel someone take hold of both your arms and pull them behind you. You're first instinct is to kick at them but after a miss you feel them brace their leg against yours so you can't move them, you squirm and try to wiggle out of their hold but you can't and as a last resort you take a deep breath and start to let out a loud yell but you feel another hand over your mouth tightly as soon as it starts, you feel your body break out in cold sweat and you start to panic when you see Gunner standing in front of you, he's eyeing you the same way he has been the last few days and it makes you flail around more against whoever is holding onto you. You feel Gunner reach into your pocket and take your keys making sure that his fingers linger longer than they rightfully need to and it makes you feel almost ill at the feeling.
"I just want to talk." He looks past you and nods and soon enough you feel the hands holding you let go and you stand there in a confused daze.
"What the hell?"
"Well...see we both have some questions to ask you..."
You turn and see Rob standing there, but he looks uneasy almost like he doesn't even want to be here.
"His is a little easy, he just wants to know why you dumped him..."
You don't answer, you aren't sure you'd even be able to at this point, you're so on edge that you don't trust your voice.
"And me?" He leans against the end of the table. "I've done some research-"
"That would be a first wouldn't it." You feel his hand bite across your face quickly before you get a chance to see him move, you hear Rob behind you.
"Hell no, you said we were going to fucking talk not this shit."
"We are talking, bitch needs to watch her damn mouth though."
"I'm not doing this."
"What? You're afraid of what exactly? Mr. Rubino?"
You are actually still ina bit of a daze but you recognize the legitimate fear in Rob's voice. "You know what? Yes! He's already fucking threatened me and I am NOT getting involved with this..."
"You're already fucking involved in it."
"You said we'd fuck with her not fucking hit her, I'm out!"
"Go on then, goddamn pussy!"
You hear Rob leave and now it's just you and Gunner in the lab...you know the door is still locked though and it makes you start to think about anything you can do to deescalate this situation before it gets worse.
"Try this again shall we?" He had gotten up when he was yelling but now he's leaning back against the table. "I know what that necklace is...you two much be into some pretty weird shit..." He puts your keys on the table and starts to mess with them while he talks. "So what...you just do whatever guys tell you to do?"
You don't answer him, you don't want to, it isn't until he gets irritated and pushes himself off the table that you suddenly are alert enough to act.
"Answer me fucking slut..."
"If you get near me...if you even take one step towards me I swear to go I will scream so loud that every person here will hear me."
"And who'd hear you, ain't anyone else here."
You're watching him closely because you don't know what he'll do, but the way he's looking at you tells you everything that he'll do if he can get close to you. "Mr. Soderberg, Mr. Persner...and Mr. Rubino are still here and their offices are close by...I can promise you that Mr. Soderberg and Rubino are in their offices..."
"You won't get a chance...besides, you never know you might like what I want to do."
"I fucking doubt it you piece of shit."
You aren't sure if he really does take a step or not, but you think he does and as soon as he does you let out the loudest most desperate scream you can, it's so loud it echos and burns your throat. It stuns Gunner for a few seconds before he brings his fist up against your jaw hard enough that it stuns you, just long enough for him to tackle you against a table. He has his hand in your hair pulling your head back with his other hand against your mouth tightly so that any noise you make is muffled, his weight throws you off balance and as you fall backwards you bring your arm up and push all the glassware off the table making the loudest crash you can. When you see him look to the side distractedly you bring your fist up against his face, it barely stuns him though and when you feel him pin you under him you start to panic, you feel him put his hands around your throat tightly but you bring both your hands up to his face and dig your nails into his skin hard enough he lets out a loud growl and strikes you across the face. You try to fight through the daze that follows it, you can barely feel your face and you can smell blood though you aren't sure where its coming from or who for that matter, when you feel his hand strike your face again you bring your hand up and scratch his face again before you can't keep yourself coherent enough to fight back properly, you feel him start to try and undress you and it breathes a new life into you as you put both hands against his face and push him backwards letting out another scream, this one sounds much more panicked though and once again it gets cut off by his hand. You don't care though and you let out a growl of your own and bury your teeth into his skin making him back off of you cursing loudly, you take your chance though, you roll over onto your side and get to your feet quickly before attempting to make a run at the door. You feel him grab your arm and pull you back roughly though and in-what feels like painful slow motion he grabs at your neck but misses and you can feel his fingers hook into your necklace before jerking his hand back hard, intending to get you to fall into him. He only succeeds in breaking the necklace though, you feel like you are going to be ill and when he descends on you again you aren't able to really fight back, you feel exhausted already and after a good strong punch to the stomach he pretty much incapacitates you enough that he tries to pull your clothes off again. You try though, you really try to throw him off of you but he doesn't have to try hard to overpower you, you close your eyes against it when you feel him pull your shirt up over your stomach but you hear yelling suddenly, and as quickly as he'd gotten on you he was off.
You literally feel like you don't have the energy to even open your eyes but you manage to pry them open enough to see the scene in front of you. You can clearly see the lab doors hanging open, and you can see Martin rather forcefully restraining Gunner...who's face is marred by so many scratch marks he looks like he got into a fight with a pissed off cat. You can see Aksel waving his arms at Gunner but you really can't hear what is being said despite the fact you know there is a great deal of yelling, you look around you and see all the glass that you'd knocked off the tables and when you see your arm you know where the metallic smell had been coming from. Tobias is kneeling next to you, he's looking at your arm and you know that he's asking you questions but you can't hear him. It isn't until you see Simon come into the room with Linton that you feel the urge to either scream or cry...you aren't rightly sure which one you want more but nothing comes out anyway...you look over beyond where Tobias is and see your necklace on the floor, its broken so badly that it's in two pieces and it makes you put your hand over your face despite the fact that the action hurts. When the ringing in your ears starts to subside you start to hear everything, you hear Aksel and Martin screaming at Gunner, the former of the two saying that he was going to get the deans down here to deal with this, you can hear Tobias asking you if you think you've broken anything, trying to be of help as much as he can but not being able to do much except stop your arm from bleeding. You hear Simon speaking though its quiet and low, you can see Linton and Simon both standing by the door and it looks very much like Simon is trying to keep Linton from killing Gunner. Simon has his hands on the other's shoulders keeping him focused on anything except Gunner who is still being held by Martin, it seems like an eternity laying on the floor before you try to sit up and with some help from Tobias you manage to sit up without cutting yourself worse, you feel a little dizzy and at first you wonder if maybe Gunner punching you had given you a bit of concussion but you don't ponder on it too much, you can see Linton look at you from over Simon's shoulder and it's like he's a totally different person...like he hadn't been chomping at the bit to kill the other. You can't really bring yourself to look at him though, all you really can think of is your necklace on the ground next to you being broken beyond repair...and when Linton actually does manage to get over to you, you can't help the words that come out of your mouth. You apologize, you aren't even sure why though...you apologize mostly for not having it on and you know it sounds silly to everyone else in the room but he understands you. He takes over Tobias's spot and pulls you up to him tightly, it breaks your heart to hear him apologize so you reassure him the same way that he always had done with you, and for a long time you both just sit there, holding onto the other tightly. It's calm until you hear a throat clear from the doorway and you feel Linton tense up at it...