Fic: On Fire
Title: On Fire
Fandom: The Faculty FPS
Pairing: Zeke/Casey
Rating: G
Summary: Zeke, a fireman now, tells a horror story after a dinner with the Connors.
AN: Written for C/Z Halloween Grab Bag. Beta-ed by my lovely friend, addie71.
"Right." Casey's dad put his coffee cup on the table. "Who wants to tell another horror story?"
"Okay." Zeke patted the arm of the chair he was sitting in. "I have one from the office. I bet it's gonna freak you out."
Casey snorted. Sprawled on his boyfriend in the armchair, Casey leaned and reached back to get himself a handful of Zeke's muscled arm. "I'm proud of you and you're the hottest fireman I know, but a horror story from work? I don't think so."
"Oh, you have no idea." Zeke ruffled his hair and Casey waved his hand away, laughing.
"Okay, I believe you. Do tell us, big boy."
Zeke circled his arms around Casey's waist and drew him back against his body. He started with, "Do you know what to dial in case of fire?"
Casey rolled his eyes though Zeke, of course, couldn't see him.
"911, duh?"
Zeke and both of his parents laughed.
"Right. Now, our unit usually gets any emergency call from the dispatcher, okay?"
"Okay." Casey wondered where it was going.
"But this one call was direct from someone whose house was being burned down. He said, Help, my house is on fire. We asked him his address and decided to act on his report. When we got there..."
"What? What happened?" Casey's mom asked.
"The house was all burned down. All we got was a pile of rubble."
"Oh Zeke." Casey pulled back a little so he could see his boyfriend's face. "It wasn't your fault. The person should've called earlier."
"But that's the problem. He would have had to call a lot earlier than he did.”
"What do you mean?" Casey found that his mom and dad were as puzzled as he was.
"It was an old pile of rubble, Case. It was black and cold and there was no sign of new embers. And we couldn't find the caller."
Cold shiver began to run down Casey's spine. "Jesus. Did he die in the fire?"
Zeke fixed a stare at Casey. "No one could know. We found no bodies or anything that could show anyone ever staying there. Don't you get it? It was an old fire. It must have happened several days before."
Casey's jaw went slack. "Then w-who called your office?"
Zeke slammed a hand on the poor chair's arm. "That's exactly our question, too."
Nobody spoke for several minutes. Then, "He might've used his cell phone," Casey's dad said. Zeke nodded.
"It's possible. Still, it didn't explain why he didn't just dial 911. Besides, not a lot of people know our telephone number. It has us really baffled. And there's one more thing."
"What?"
“We are still receiving the call.”
Casey felt blood leaving his head. “What do you mean?”
“Even now,” Zeke said. “The man still calls us, still says, Help. My house is on fire.”
Casey didn’t know if there was a sudden cold wind or if it was just his imagination, but he shuddered and shifted to press himself back against Zeke’s body.
Fin
AN: I feel I need to apologize for my banner might have been a little misleading. I just love it very much though it doesn't really fit the story. I promised myself I will write a story specially for this banner someday. :)
Fandom: The Faculty FPS
Pairing: Zeke/Casey
Rating: G
Summary: Zeke, a fireman now, tells a horror story after a dinner with the Connors.
AN: Written for C/Z Halloween Grab Bag. Beta-ed by my lovely friend, addie71.
"Right." Casey's dad put his coffee cup on the table. "Who wants to tell another horror story?"
"Okay." Zeke patted the arm of the chair he was sitting in. "I have one from the office. I bet it's gonna freak you out."
Casey snorted. Sprawled on his boyfriend in the armchair, Casey leaned and reached back to get himself a handful of Zeke's muscled arm. "I'm proud of you and you're the hottest fireman I know, but a horror story from work? I don't think so."
"Oh, you have no idea." Zeke ruffled his hair and Casey waved his hand away, laughing.
"Okay, I believe you. Do tell us, big boy."
Zeke circled his arms around Casey's waist and drew him back against his body. He started with, "Do you know what to dial in case of fire?"
Casey rolled his eyes though Zeke, of course, couldn't see him.
"911, duh?"
Zeke and both of his parents laughed.
"Right. Now, our unit usually gets any emergency call from the dispatcher, okay?"
"Okay." Casey wondered where it was going.
"But this one call was direct from someone whose house was being burned down. He said, Help, my house is on fire. We asked him his address and decided to act on his report. When we got there..."
"What? What happened?" Casey's mom asked.
"The house was all burned down. All we got was a pile of rubble."
"Oh Zeke." Casey pulled back a little so he could see his boyfriend's face. "It wasn't your fault. The person should've called earlier."
"But that's the problem. He would have had to call a lot earlier than he did.”
"What do you mean?" Casey found that his mom and dad were as puzzled as he was.
"It was an old pile of rubble, Case. It was black and cold and there was no sign of new embers. And we couldn't find the caller."
Cold shiver began to run down Casey's spine. "Jesus. Did he die in the fire?"
Zeke fixed a stare at Casey. "No one could know. We found no bodies or anything that could show anyone ever staying there. Don't you get it? It was an old fire. It must have happened several days before."
Casey's jaw went slack. "Then w-who called your office?"
Zeke slammed a hand on the poor chair's arm. "That's exactly our question, too."
Nobody spoke for several minutes. Then, "He might've used his cell phone," Casey's dad said. Zeke nodded.
"It's possible. Still, it didn't explain why he didn't just dial 911. Besides, not a lot of people know our telephone number. It has us really baffled. And there's one more thing."
"What?"
“We are still receiving the call.”
Casey felt blood leaving his head. “What do you mean?”
“Even now,” Zeke said. “The man still calls us, still says, Help. My house is on fire.”
Casey didn’t know if there was a sudden cold wind or if it was just his imagination, but he shuddered and shifted to press himself back against Zeke’s body.
Fin
AN: I feel I need to apologize for my banner might have been a little misleading. I just love it very much though it doesn't really fit the story. I promised myself I will write a story specially for this banner someday. :)