FICTION: Lost and Found (Part 7a)
Title: Lost and Found (Part 7a)
Authors: PerfectlyLexy & DreamtoCreate
Pairing: Scott Barringer/Peter Scarbrow
Rating/Warning etc: Eventually NC-17.
Summary: Despite knowing better, and Scott’s denial, Peter and Scott realize they have feelings for one another that transcend that of student and teacher. Perhaps the lost truly can be found.
Continued from Lost and Found (Part 6b)
"I'm going to be right here by your side," Peter stated, squeezing Scott's shoulder in reassurance. The boy had opened up more in the past few days than he had during his entire time there at Mount Horizon.
It was now that was much more difficult. CPS was there for an interview with Scott and now it all could be shot to hell in a matter of a couple hours. Already he saw Scott closing up and he prayed he could keep his temper while talking to the social workers.
"Yeah," he acknowledged, staring straight ahead. He'd tried to ignore this, even though he'd known it was coming. He'd lost himself in activities, for once, and school work. And it had been good. Especially kicking Peter's ass at football.
"Just tell the truth and be open and honest with them," he said quietly as he took a deep breath and reached for the door. "Are you ready?"
No, Scott wanted to say. No, I'm not fucking ready. But he nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Let's get this over with."
Together they walked in and quickly he introduced Scott. The social worker kept a mild look as he shook Scott's hand and then sat them all down, quickly getting to business. "All right, I'm going to be recording our session today. Could you please state your name for the record?"
He swallowed hard. "Scott Barringer," he answered.
"Today I'm interviewing with Scott Barringer about allegations made against his step mother of sexual abuse. The date is..." The man went through the legalese needed to be on the tape and then glanced over at the teen. "Could you please tell me, in your own words, what happened between you and Elaine Barringer?"
He licked his lips, taking several deep breaths before he could really speak. "She came to me...on a regular basis for nearly two years, before and after she married my dad. She would make me f-" he hesitated, then corrected his wording. "She'd make me have sex with her." He gripped the underside of the table with fingers who's knuckles had gone white.
"Do you have an idea of around what date it all started?"
He couldn't hold back a weak laugh. How could he forget? "May 14th of last year. It was raining that night, and she was staying over with us."
"And what exactly do you say she did to you?" he asked, taking notes as well as they talked.
"She came in to my room," he said quietly, gaze far away as if he weren't quite seeing the here and now suddenly. "And she woke me up. Said she was scared of the storm. Then she crawled into bed with me and started touching me. I didn't... I didn't know what to... to do," he said, stumbling to a halt, obviously unsettled by talking about this.
The man lifted his brow at that. "And where was your father during this?"
"Sleeping," he answered flatly.
"She said she was afraid of the storm and he was right there?" the man asked doubtfully.
"Yeah," Scott said, trying not to sound defensive. "If you want her reasoning, go ask her."
Glancing up, the man met Scott's gaze steadily. "You claim that she was the one to initiate things between the pair of you, is that correct?"
"Yes," he answered, fingers aching with the force with which he gripped the edge of the table now. He glanced sideways at Peter, almost a silent plea for support.
Peter knew the rules, he couldn't say much of anything while Scott was being interviewed. That had been the agreement when he'd demanded to be included. But, he did give the young teen a reassuring look even as he reached over and squeezed his forearm slightly to let him know he was there.
"And you never initiated a thing?" he demanded some more.
"No! Of course I didn't!"
The social worker pulled out several sheets of copied paper that appeared to be letters. He slid them across the table toward Scott and looked at him closely. "And you never wrote any of these?"
He stared down at the papers, feeling sick. He did not need to look through
them, to read them, to know what was there. Taking a shaking breath, he
finally answered, voice almost inaudible.
"I wrote them. I thought... I thought she loved me, at first."
"She says that you tried to force your way with her. That you had an unhealthy obsession with her and wrote those to try to get her to realize that you..."
He was on his feet without realizing it. "That's bullshit!"
Peter reached over and gripped Scott's arm. "Scott, sit down," he said urgently, noticing the look in the social worker's face.
Scott shook off Peter's hand, but retook his seat. "She's lying," he told the man with a soft intensity that took his voice down an octave. "I'm fucking telling you that yeah, I wrote those letters, but I didn't initiate shit. You want me to tell you in wondrous detail just what she did to me, huh? She did it at home, and then she came down here and she fucking did it here, where I thought I was safe!” His voice broke and he glared down, tears of anger and frustration in his blue eyes.
"And you never threatened to tell people that she abused you like this if you didn't get your way?" he asked, staring mildly at the boy as if he'd not just gone off the way he had.
"I threatened to tell when she wouldn't stop," he corrected through clinched
teeth.
Nodding, the man made a few notations on the paper in front of him. That is how the conversation continued for over two hours. It seemed that Scott made no progress at all with the man and it wasn't lost on Peter what was going on. Perhaps they would fall for Elaine's lies, but he prayed that Scott would see the progress he'd made and not turn back. And that Scott's father would see the truth as well.
"Are we done?" the teen finally asked, unable to do this anymore.
"Yes, we're done. You can go," the investigator retorted, motioning to the door. "I'll be doing a few more interviews and then let you know..."
Scott practically bolted for it, not waiting on Peter as he tore from the room trying to hold back tears.
Stifling a sigh, Peter pushed himself to his feet. "I want to speak to you before you leave. But if you'll excuse me, I have a student who needs me for the moment," he said, disgusted with the man in front of him as he turned and chased hurriedly after Scott.
Continued in Lost and Found (Part 7b)
Authors: PerfectlyLexy & DreamtoCreate
Pairing: Scott Barringer/Peter Scarbrow
Rating/Warning etc: Eventually NC-17.
Summary: Despite knowing better, and Scott’s denial, Peter and Scott realize they have feelings for one another that transcend that of student and teacher. Perhaps the lost truly can be found.
Continued from Lost and Found (Part 6b)
"I'm going to be right here by your side," Peter stated, squeezing Scott's shoulder in reassurance. The boy had opened up more in the past few days than he had during his entire time there at Mount Horizon.
It was now that was much more difficult. CPS was there for an interview with Scott and now it all could be shot to hell in a matter of a couple hours. Already he saw Scott closing up and he prayed he could keep his temper while talking to the social workers.
"Yeah," he acknowledged, staring straight ahead. He'd tried to ignore this, even though he'd known it was coming. He'd lost himself in activities, for once, and school work. And it had been good. Especially kicking Peter's ass at football.
"Just tell the truth and be open and honest with them," he said quietly as he took a deep breath and reached for the door. "Are you ready?"
No, Scott wanted to say. No, I'm not fucking ready. But he nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Let's get this over with."
Together they walked in and quickly he introduced Scott. The social worker kept a mild look as he shook Scott's hand and then sat them all down, quickly getting to business. "All right, I'm going to be recording our session today. Could you please state your name for the record?"
He swallowed hard. "Scott Barringer," he answered.
"Today I'm interviewing with Scott Barringer about allegations made against his step mother of sexual abuse. The date is..." The man went through the legalese needed to be on the tape and then glanced over at the teen. "Could you please tell me, in your own words, what happened between you and Elaine Barringer?"
He licked his lips, taking several deep breaths before he could really speak. "She came to me...on a regular basis for nearly two years, before and after she married my dad. She would make me f-" he hesitated, then corrected his wording. "She'd make me have sex with her." He gripped the underside of the table with fingers who's knuckles had gone white.
"Do you have an idea of around what date it all started?"
He couldn't hold back a weak laugh. How could he forget? "May 14th of last year. It was raining that night, and she was staying over with us."
"And what exactly do you say she did to you?" he asked, taking notes as well as they talked.
"She came in to my room," he said quietly, gaze far away as if he weren't quite seeing the here and now suddenly. "And she woke me up. Said she was scared of the storm. Then she crawled into bed with me and started touching me. I didn't... I didn't know what to... to do," he said, stumbling to a halt, obviously unsettled by talking about this.
The man lifted his brow at that. "And where was your father during this?"
"Sleeping," he answered flatly.
"She said she was afraid of the storm and he was right there?" the man asked doubtfully.
"Yeah," Scott said, trying not to sound defensive. "If you want her reasoning, go ask her."
Glancing up, the man met Scott's gaze steadily. "You claim that she was the one to initiate things between the pair of you, is that correct?"
"Yes," he answered, fingers aching with the force with which he gripped the edge of the table now. He glanced sideways at Peter, almost a silent plea for support.
Peter knew the rules, he couldn't say much of anything while Scott was being interviewed. That had been the agreement when he'd demanded to be included. But, he did give the young teen a reassuring look even as he reached over and squeezed his forearm slightly to let him know he was there.
"And you never initiated a thing?" he demanded some more.
"No! Of course I didn't!"
The social worker pulled out several sheets of copied paper that appeared to be letters. He slid them across the table toward Scott and looked at him closely. "And you never wrote any of these?"
He stared down at the papers, feeling sick. He did not need to look through
them, to read them, to know what was there. Taking a shaking breath, he
finally answered, voice almost inaudible.
"I wrote them. I thought... I thought she loved me, at first."
"She says that you tried to force your way with her. That you had an unhealthy obsession with her and wrote those to try to get her to realize that you..."
He was on his feet without realizing it. "That's bullshit!"
Peter reached over and gripped Scott's arm. "Scott, sit down," he said urgently, noticing the look in the social worker's face.
Scott shook off Peter's hand, but retook his seat. "She's lying," he told the man with a soft intensity that took his voice down an octave. "I'm fucking telling you that yeah, I wrote those letters, but I didn't initiate shit. You want me to tell you in wondrous detail just what she did to me, huh? She did it at home, and then she came down here and she fucking did it here, where I thought I was safe!” His voice broke and he glared down, tears of anger and frustration in his blue eyes.
"And you never threatened to tell people that she abused you like this if you didn't get your way?" he asked, staring mildly at the boy as if he'd not just gone off the way he had.
"I threatened to tell when she wouldn't stop," he corrected through clinched
teeth.
Nodding, the man made a few notations on the paper in front of him. That is how the conversation continued for over two hours. It seemed that Scott made no progress at all with the man and it wasn't lost on Peter what was going on. Perhaps they would fall for Elaine's lies, but he prayed that Scott would see the progress he'd made and not turn back. And that Scott's father would see the truth as well.
"Are we done?" the teen finally asked, unable to do this anymore.
"Yes, we're done. You can go," the investigator retorted, motioning to the door. "I'll be doing a few more interviews and then let you know..."
Scott practically bolted for it, not waiting on Peter as he tore from the room trying to hold back tears.
Stifling a sigh, Peter pushed himself to his feet. "I want to speak to you before you leave. But if you'll excuse me, I have a student who needs me for the moment," he said, disgusted with the man in front of him as he turned and chased hurriedly after Scott.
Continued in Lost and Found (Part 7b)