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Adult ++
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7
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Chapter One
Fire on the Side
A Clive and Trenton Fanfic
By Cassandra Terra
Author’s Note & Disclaimer: I do not own Clive nor Trenton nor really anything in this story except the plot and my character Casey and Julian. What is not mine belongs to Scribe, and her alone. She bee been magnanimous enough to let me play with her toys. :) My plot in NO way affects her stories. They stand alone. Enjoy and thanks.
Chapter One
“Hey, looks like the rain is finally letting up.” Trenton remarked from the window at Attitudes.
“What’s that, precious?” Clive called from his office.
Trenton and Clive were alone, the the rest of the staff had gone home for the day and Trenton and Clive were finishing up the day’s work. Trenton turned towards Clive’sice.ice. “I said, it looks like the rain is starting to let up.”
Clive stuck his head out, “Thank god. I thought it would never stop.” He disappeared back into his office.
The rain had definitely taken away customers at Attitudes that day. Why go out and get your hair done if the rain would just wash it all away?
Clive let out a sigh and decided it was time to call it a night. The constant rain was making him feel lethargic. Work could wait.
“Ready to go?” Clive asked after he hadned ned off all the lights.
Trenton jumped up from one of the waiting chairs and grabbed their coats and umbrellas. “Yep.” They both peered outside. The rain wasn’t pouring, but it was still coming down. “Think we can make it to Lavender’s Green without getting soaked?”
“We’ll have to try.” Clive looked a bit dubious.
Outside the streets were pretty much empty of cars and pedestrians. Shops were closed up for the night, the city looked almost desolate. Clive and Trenton huddled, arm in arm, under the protection of their umbrellas. The air had a chill, reminding them that winter was not too far behind.
Not far from their destination Trenton spotted a dark shape lying by the side of the sidewalk. As they got closer Trenton got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Clive…what is that?”
Clive frowned. “Stay here.” He went forward and kneeled next to it.
“Oh, my god, Clive. Is that…is that a body?”
“No, he’s still breathing.”
Trenton went to stand next to Clive. “Oh, my god. He’s hurt.”
“Hush, Trent. Go to Lavender’s Green, quickly. Call for an ambulance.”
Before Trenton could move a muscle the body moved. Sharp green eyes shot open to stare up at them. There was clearly fear in them, but that dimmed when he saw them. “No.” He was barely a whisper. “No doctor.”
“You’re hurt.” Clive said firmly. “You need medical help. You could have broken bones, you’re bleeding.”
“NO!” he gasped out. “No doctor. Please. Please.” His voice sounded desperate. “I’ll be ok.”
“The hell you will be.” Clive scrunched his face together, thinking. “Alright, alright.” He sighed. “Trenton, stay with him and I’ll be back with the car. We can take him home.”
Trenton knew better then to second guess him when he was like this. He took Clive’s place next to him.
“Thank you,” the boy whispered. He looke gra grateful, so relieved, but still in pain. He was dirty, mud and leaves clung to him despite the constant down . H. He was wet, but not soaked to the bone, like he hadn’t been out in the rain for long.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes. See if you can get him up.” Clive said and then turned and ran back down the street. Trenton glanced around the empty street. There were no signs of a struggle. Then where had all the mud and leaves come from? The nearest park was well over a few miles from there.
The boy was breathing hard, like it was taking a lot of effort to move. He looked up at Trenton and gave him a soft smile. “I’m Casey.”
“Trenton. And that was Clive.”
Casey moved again, gritting his teeth, but he managed to get into a sitting position. There was bruises and gashes on this face and arms. There was blood on his hands, face and legs. It was hard to tell if there was blood on his clothes because of the rain. His clothes were ripped and Trenton saw a gash on his side through the material.
re yre you sure we can’t take you to the hospital?”
“I’ll be ok. It’s not so bad, really. Nothing serious broken.” Casey lied and hugged his arms to his chest. He was trying to force his body to stop shivering. It just made his broken ribs hurt more. If he could have, he would have been looking around a lot more. But his neck hurt, but wasn’t broken. His left leg was another y. y. He hoped one of them knew how to reset a broken leg.
Trenton put the umbrella over Casey, feg stg stupid having not done it before. He tore off his coat and wrapped it around Casey’s shoulders. He saw Casey wince at the contact.
“Thank you.” Casey said again as if he didn’t believe someone would help him. If it weren’t for the rain Trenton could have sworn Casey was near crying.
“Of course. Anyone would have—”
“No, not anyone.” Casey’s voice was hard yet quiet.
The seconds ticked by slowly until Trenton saw a familiar car pull up next to them. Clive jumped out, leaving the door open in his haste. He had with him makeshift bandages out of towels and braces out of broom handles. Casey looked up at them both and nodded. This wasn’t going to be fun.
Clive knelt down next to his left leg. “I know how to set a broken leg. Trenton, support his back.” He picked up the leg and gave it a sharp twist back inte rie right position. Casey’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. His face contorted into pain and his breath came out in quick gasps. He collapsed against Trenton, who held him up in the sitting position.
“Fuck that hurt.” Casey said shakily.
Clive busied himself by wrapping the leg up in the splint. “We need to get you out of this rain. Do you think you can stand?”
“I don’t have much of a choice, now do I?” Casey said as he winced, shifting to get ready to move. He took the deepest breath he could and with the aid of Trenton and Clive, he attempted to stand.
Casey’s legs instantly gave out and he went pitching forward. Clive and Trent held him so he didn’t fall far, but it jolted Casey enough to make him spasm in pain. His body slumped in their arms as he sank into unconsciousness.
The air in the car on the way to their apartment was tense. Clive instructed Trenton to check Casey’s pulse every minute. Trenton reported it was weak, but steady, along with his breathing. What scared Clive was how cold and pale Casey was.
A few problems presented themselves when they reached the building. Getting Casey out of the car and upstairs would be bad enough, but getting past Ms. Havasnark was another trial all together. Questions were not something either of them wanted to answer, even if they could.
Trying to be as careful as possible, Clive and Trenton started the slow process of moving Casey upstairs as gently as possible. “Now I know I should have installed an elevator.” Clive said. Casey remained blessedly unawares thought the trial. But for whatever reason Ms. Havasnark did not make an appearance. All the cats were oddly absent as well. Maybe it was just the rain.
Once inside, they carried him into the bathroom and gently placed him down in the tub. “Warm water, precious, we don’t want to put his body further into shock.” Clive said before he hurried off to get dry clothes for their battered stranger.
They stripped him as quickly and gently as they could. Clive hissed in anger when he saw the damaged that had been done to him. The only good thing was it seemed that the bleeding had stopped—at least externally. Clive padded the sides of the tub with towels and with Trenton’s help they rinsed away all the muck on him.
Once clean and dry they took him out and deposited him on the bed. Clive redoing the leg splint. They would hao tao take him to the hospital tomorrow for a cast. It wasn’t until they were trying to dress him did Casey wake up. He jolted awake, eyes unseeing, knowing only fear. “NO! Don’t!” trietried to struggle, but he hadn’t the energy to do anything but wiggle.
“Hush! It’s ok! We aren’t hurting you! We’re trying to help you!” Clive said firmly but gently.
Casey quieted, but his eyes were alarmed. “Where?” he managed to get out.
“You’re at my apartment. You’re safe. No one will harm you.”
“No…I have to go…” He made a move to get up.
“No! No, you’re not.”
“He’ll find me…!” Before Clive could ask who, Casey was unconscious again.
Clive and Trenton looked at each other and then back at Casey. Clive silently motioned Trenton to follow him out of the room.
“Is he going to live?” Trenton asked quietly, Clive had a dark look upon his face.
“I don’t know. You look at those marks…all done by hand. Christ. Who could do that to someone?!” He had to fight down the urge to break something.
“Who do you think did it?”
“I don’t want to assume, Trent. Not until we get him talking. Well, since we’ll be in for the night, why don’t you go order Chinese? I’ll make up the sofa for you.”
“Huh?”
“I’m going to watch over him. All night.”
Trenton nodded and went to order the food. He couldn’t shake the unease out of his mind. A random quote went through his head that would be quite fitting later, “Something wicked this way comes.”
A Clive and Trenton Fanfic
By Cassandra Terra
Author’s Note & Disclaimer: I do not own Clive nor Trenton nor really anything in this story except the plot and my character Casey and Julian. What is not mine belongs to Scribe, and her alone. She bee been magnanimous enough to let me play with her toys. :) My plot in NO way affects her stories. They stand alone. Enjoy and thanks.
Chapter One
“Hey, looks like the rain is finally letting up.” Trenton remarked from the window at Attitudes.
“What’s that, precious?” Clive called from his office.
Trenton and Clive were alone, the the rest of the staff had gone home for the day and Trenton and Clive were finishing up the day’s work. Trenton turned towards Clive’sice.ice. “I said, it looks like the rain is starting to let up.”
Clive stuck his head out, “Thank god. I thought it would never stop.” He disappeared back into his office.
The rain had definitely taken away customers at Attitudes that day. Why go out and get your hair done if the rain would just wash it all away?
Clive let out a sigh and decided it was time to call it a night. The constant rain was making him feel lethargic. Work could wait.
“Ready to go?” Clive asked after he hadned ned off all the lights.
Trenton jumped up from one of the waiting chairs and grabbed their coats and umbrellas. “Yep.” They both peered outside. The rain wasn’t pouring, but it was still coming down. “Think we can make it to Lavender’s Green without getting soaked?”
“We’ll have to try.” Clive looked a bit dubious.
Outside the streets were pretty much empty of cars and pedestrians. Shops were closed up for the night, the city looked almost desolate. Clive and Trenton huddled, arm in arm, under the protection of their umbrellas. The air had a chill, reminding them that winter was not too far behind.
Not far from their destination Trenton spotted a dark shape lying by the side of the sidewalk. As they got closer Trenton got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Clive…what is that?”
Clive frowned. “Stay here.” He went forward and kneeled next to it.
“Oh, my god, Clive. Is that…is that a body?”
“No, he’s still breathing.”
Trenton went to stand next to Clive. “Oh, my god. He’s hurt.”
“Hush, Trent. Go to Lavender’s Green, quickly. Call for an ambulance.”
Before Trenton could move a muscle the body moved. Sharp green eyes shot open to stare up at them. There was clearly fear in them, but that dimmed when he saw them. “No.” He was barely a whisper. “No doctor.”
“You’re hurt.” Clive said firmly. “You need medical help. You could have broken bones, you’re bleeding.”
“NO!” he gasped out. “No doctor. Please. Please.” His voice sounded desperate. “I’ll be ok.”
“The hell you will be.” Clive scrunched his face together, thinking. “Alright, alright.” He sighed. “Trenton, stay with him and I’ll be back with the car. We can take him home.”
Trenton knew better then to second guess him when he was like this. He took Clive’s place next to him.
“Thank you,” the boy whispered. He looke gra grateful, so relieved, but still in pain. He was dirty, mud and leaves clung to him despite the constant down . H. He was wet, but not soaked to the bone, like he hadn’t been out in the rain for long.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes. See if you can get him up.” Clive said and then turned and ran back down the street. Trenton glanced around the empty street. There were no signs of a struggle. Then where had all the mud and leaves come from? The nearest park was well over a few miles from there.
The boy was breathing hard, like it was taking a lot of effort to move. He looked up at Trenton and gave him a soft smile. “I’m Casey.”
“Trenton. And that was Clive.”
Casey moved again, gritting his teeth, but he managed to get into a sitting position. There was bruises and gashes on this face and arms. There was blood on his hands, face and legs. It was hard to tell if there was blood on his clothes because of the rain. His clothes were ripped and Trenton saw a gash on his side through the material.
re yre you sure we can’t take you to the hospital?”
“I’ll be ok. It’s not so bad, really. Nothing serious broken.” Casey lied and hugged his arms to his chest. He was trying to force his body to stop shivering. It just made his broken ribs hurt more. If he could have, he would have been looking around a lot more. But his neck hurt, but wasn’t broken. His left leg was another y. y. He hoped one of them knew how to reset a broken leg.
Trenton put the umbrella over Casey, feg stg stupid having not done it before. He tore off his coat and wrapped it around Casey’s shoulders. He saw Casey wince at the contact.
“Thank you.” Casey said again as if he didn’t believe someone would help him. If it weren’t for the rain Trenton could have sworn Casey was near crying.
“Of course. Anyone would have—”
“No, not anyone.” Casey’s voice was hard yet quiet.
The seconds ticked by slowly until Trenton saw a familiar car pull up next to them. Clive jumped out, leaving the door open in his haste. He had with him makeshift bandages out of towels and braces out of broom handles. Casey looked up at them both and nodded. This wasn’t going to be fun.
Clive knelt down next to his left leg. “I know how to set a broken leg. Trenton, support his back.” He picked up the leg and gave it a sharp twist back inte rie right position. Casey’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. His face contorted into pain and his breath came out in quick gasps. He collapsed against Trenton, who held him up in the sitting position.
“Fuck that hurt.” Casey said shakily.
Clive busied himself by wrapping the leg up in the splint. “We need to get you out of this rain. Do you think you can stand?”
“I don’t have much of a choice, now do I?” Casey said as he winced, shifting to get ready to move. He took the deepest breath he could and with the aid of Trenton and Clive, he attempted to stand.
Casey’s legs instantly gave out and he went pitching forward. Clive and Trent held him so he didn’t fall far, but it jolted Casey enough to make him spasm in pain. His body slumped in their arms as he sank into unconsciousness.
The air in the car on the way to their apartment was tense. Clive instructed Trenton to check Casey’s pulse every minute. Trenton reported it was weak, but steady, along with his breathing. What scared Clive was how cold and pale Casey was.
A few problems presented themselves when they reached the building. Getting Casey out of the car and upstairs would be bad enough, but getting past Ms. Havasnark was another trial all together. Questions were not something either of them wanted to answer, even if they could.
Trying to be as careful as possible, Clive and Trenton started the slow process of moving Casey upstairs as gently as possible. “Now I know I should have installed an elevator.” Clive said. Casey remained blessedly unawares thought the trial. But for whatever reason Ms. Havasnark did not make an appearance. All the cats were oddly absent as well. Maybe it was just the rain.
Once inside, they carried him into the bathroom and gently placed him down in the tub. “Warm water, precious, we don’t want to put his body further into shock.” Clive said before he hurried off to get dry clothes for their battered stranger.
They stripped him as quickly and gently as they could. Clive hissed in anger when he saw the damaged that had been done to him. The only good thing was it seemed that the bleeding had stopped—at least externally. Clive padded the sides of the tub with towels and with Trenton’s help they rinsed away all the muck on him.
Once clean and dry they took him out and deposited him on the bed. Clive redoing the leg splint. They would hao tao take him to the hospital tomorrow for a cast. It wasn’t until they were trying to dress him did Casey wake up. He jolted awake, eyes unseeing, knowing only fear. “NO! Don’t!” trietried to struggle, but he hadn’t the energy to do anything but wiggle.
“Hush! It’s ok! We aren’t hurting you! We’re trying to help you!” Clive said firmly but gently.
Casey quieted, but his eyes were alarmed. “Where?” he managed to get out.
“You’re at my apartment. You’re safe. No one will harm you.”
“No…I have to go…” He made a move to get up.
“No! No, you’re not.”
“He’ll find me…!” Before Clive could ask who, Casey was unconscious again.
Clive and Trenton looked at each other and then back at Casey. Clive silently motioned Trenton to follow him out of the room.
“Is he going to live?” Trenton asked quietly, Clive had a dark look upon his face.
“I don’t know. You look at those marks…all done by hand. Christ. Who could do that to someone?!” He had to fight down the urge to break something.
“Who do you think did it?”
“I don’t want to assume, Trent. Not until we get him talking. Well, since we’ll be in for the night, why don’t you go order Chinese? I’ll make up the sofa for you.”
“Huh?”
“I’m going to watch over him. All night.”
Trenton nodded and went to order the food. He couldn’t shake the unease out of his mind. A random quote went through his head that would be quite fitting later, “Something wicked this way comes.”