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anon_lovefest spree in the winter. Here is one.
Fic: Untitled / Foster child!Patrick
Author: Emmuzka
Genre and pairing: FOB, Pete/Patrick
Raiting: R
Warnings: AU, dub-con issues
Disclaimer: Not true in any way.
Summary: "Okay, Pete." His mom sounds now falsely calm, like there might be other people in the same room. Or maybe its for Pete's sake. "What did you do, Pete?"
Foster child!Patrick
In the morning, before anyone else is awake, Pete wakes up, checks his bed, puts on his yesterday's clothes and continues straight out. Not a break to brush his teeth, or grab breakfast, or even pee, he walks straight to his car and drives away.
Pete drives around aimlessly in the suburb waking in the Saturday morning sunshine. "Fuck." He swears aloud. No one hears him, but it doesn't matter. He drives on the side of the road and stops the car. He stays in. He starts to punch the wheel, hard. "FUCK!"
After a while he digs his pockets and find his cell phone. Thank god. He punches his parents number, then thinks better of it and ends the call when its still ringing. He chooses again, this time his mother's cell. His hands are shaking. "Answer, shit, damnit", he mutters.
Finally his mother pics up the call.
"Tell me why Patrick came here, mom. I need to know."
"Pete? Where are you?"
"Tell me, please, it’s important!"
"Pete, you know I don't-. Pete, where Patrick is? Is he with you?"
"Mom-!" But Pete's mom has lowered the phone from her ear. Pete can hear her hollering in the distance at Patrick, asking him if everything is okay.
One of Pete's mom's less than nice traits is not to tell why the foster kids come to their house. Pete would really appreciate knowing that beforehand. If the kid of the week would suddenly start wailing a knife or try to escape or something, it would be nice to know. But no, his mom believes in stomping down any presumptions before they come to be. Pete, Hillary and Andrew just have to trust that their mom will put her family's safety first and skip the axe murderers. The only thing that they know is that as they are an emergency relocation home, all the kids have been whisked away from the middle of a some kind of traumatic situation.
"Okay, Pete." His mom sounds now falsely calm, like there might be other people in the same room. Or maybe its for Pete's sake. "What did you do, Pete?"
"Tell me why he came, mom!" Because fucking shit, he has to know if he is just a douche or should he just stab himself in the eye right now for breaking the kid for good.
"Tell me what did you do!"
"You tell me first!" They are in a screaming match now.
Pete just has to know, because... Because at night he had woken up to see that Patrick had been wide awake, staring at him and shaking. And not thinking about it, he had raised his covering and Patrick had slipped to his side. Then Patrick had wiggled closer and kissed him, and maybe they had done something. Fucking fuck, he can’t remember. Pete pushes his free hand to his jeans to feel around. If they had done something, he would feel it now, maybe.
"Okay, okay. Mom," Pete closes his eyes. "Tell me that Patrick didn't come to the house because he was molested or he sold sex. Please tell me that."
"Pete." His mom's voice sounds broken, like a mother's outcry for her cubs.
They are both silent for a moment, just listening their both harsh breathing.
"Pete, Patrick came to us because his mom set their house on fire. On purpose. While they were both still in it."
Pete wipes his face in relief. He just dug his privates with that same hand, but whatever. "Mom, Patrick slipped in my bed last night. We might have fooled around, I don't know."
Silence.
"Nothing else happened?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." No, he is not.
"Okay then. Just, come home."
Another silence.
"You know I'll have to report you, don't you?"
"Yeah, I know."
"It will probably lead to nothing, I know some shitholes where they still keep sending kids..."
"Yeah, I know. But I wanted to know for his sake."
Pete ends the call and starts the car, heading back home. He will turn twenty soon. He should really consider moving out about now.
end.
anon_lovefest spree in the winter. Here is one.Fic: Untitled / Foster child!Patrick
Author: Emmuzka
Genre and pairing: FOB, Pete/Patrick
Raiting: R
Warnings: AU, dub-con issues
Disclaimer: Not true in any way.
Summary: "Okay, Pete." His mom sounds now falsely calm, like there might be other people in the same room. Or maybe its for Pete's sake. "What did you do, Pete?"
Foster child!Patrick
In the morning, before anyone else is awake, Pete wakes up, checks his bed, puts on his yesterday's clothes and continues straight out. Not a break to brush his teeth, or grab breakfast, or even pee, he walks straight to his car and drives away.
Pete drives around aimlessly in the suburb waking in the Saturday morning sunshine. "Fuck." He swears aloud. No one hears him, but it doesn't matter. He drives on the side of the road and stops the car. He stays in. He starts to punch the wheel, hard. "FUCK!"
After a while he digs his pockets and find his cell phone. Thank god. He punches his parents number, then thinks better of it and ends the call when its still ringing. He chooses again, this time his mother's cell. His hands are shaking. "Answer, shit, damnit", he mutters.
Finally his mother pics up the call.
"Tell me why Patrick came here, mom. I need to know."
"Pete? Where are you?"
"Tell me, please, it’s important!"
"Pete, you know I don't-. Pete, where Patrick is? Is he with you?"
"Mom-!" But Pete's mom has lowered the phone from her ear. Pete can hear her hollering in the distance at Patrick, asking him if everything is okay.
One of Pete's mom's less than nice traits is not to tell why the foster kids come to their house. Pete would really appreciate knowing that beforehand. If the kid of the week would suddenly start wailing a knife or try to escape or something, it would be nice to know. But no, his mom believes in stomping down any presumptions before they come to be. Pete, Hillary and Andrew just have to trust that their mom will put her family's safety first and skip the axe murderers. The only thing that they know is that as they are an emergency relocation home, all the kids have been whisked away from the middle of a some kind of traumatic situation.
"Okay, Pete." His mom sounds now falsely calm, like there might be other people in the same room. Or maybe its for Pete's sake. "What did you do, Pete?"
"Tell me why he came, mom!" Because fucking shit, he has to know if he is just a douche or should he just stab himself in the eye right now for breaking the kid for good.
"Tell me what did you do!"
"You tell me first!" They are in a screaming match now.
Pete just has to know, because... Because at night he had woken up to see that Patrick had been wide awake, staring at him and shaking. And not thinking about it, he had raised his covering and Patrick had slipped to his side. Then Patrick had wiggled closer and kissed him, and maybe they had done something. Fucking fuck, he can’t remember. Pete pushes his free hand to his jeans to feel around. If they had done something, he would feel it now, maybe.
"Okay, okay. Mom," Pete closes his eyes. "Tell me that Patrick didn't come to the house because he was molested or he sold sex. Please tell me that."
"Pete." His mom's voice sounds broken, like a mother's outcry for her cubs.
They are both silent for a moment, just listening their both harsh breathing.
"Pete, Patrick came to us because his mom set their house on fire. On purpose. While they were both still in it."
Pete wipes his face in relief. He just dug his privates with that same hand, but whatever. "Mom, Patrick slipped in my bed last night. We might have fooled around, I don't know."
Silence.
"Nothing else happened?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." No, he is not.
"Okay then. Just, come home."
Another silence.
"You know I'll have to report you, don't you?"
"Yeah, I know."
"It will probably lead to nothing, I know some shitholes where they still keep sending kids..."
"Yeah, I know. But I wanted to know for his sake."
Pete ends the call and starts the car, heading back home. He will turn twenty soon. He should really consider moving out about now.
end.
