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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
46
Views:
48,023
Reviews:
341
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
2
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
July
July
"I don't want to do it." Jesse crossed his arms firmly over his chest. "I won't." The counselor frowned down at his desk, then looked up kindly at the stubborn young man in front of him.
"You're going to have to face up to this sometime, Jesse."
"No." he shook his head obstinately, "I don't, because there's nothing to face up to."
"Jesse - "
"Please don't make me do this." the counselor paused. "Please don't make me leave."
"Jesse, I'm not asking you to leave - "
"You may as well. If you register me with them, you know what will happen."
"Even if I don't register you, it'll happen. Someone will find out eventually. And then they'll still come after you, only I won't be able to do anything to help you." Jesse slouched sullenly in his chair. "Come on, Jess, do your part. You know what's going on. We're all going to disappear if people like you don't start helping." Jesse scoffed.
"People like me."
"Look, just let me register you. I don't want to see you get into trouble that you can't get out of. I want to see you safe, and happy."
"I'm happy here."
"But not safe."
"I'm safe now."
"Not for much longer." Jesse bit his lip.
"Nobody ever has to know." he said in a very small voice.
"Someone will, Jess, eventually, and then you'll really be in trouble." Jesse sighed, and Brackman tried to console him. "But just think of what you could do with this, Jess. There are men out there who would kill for your luck. You can have anything you want in the world. This is real power. A gift."
"No, it's not a gift, and I don't have any power. If I did, I could do the one thing I want, but I can't, can I? I can't stay here, can I? No. Because of this, this stupid curse, this stupid disease, my stupid fucking body." There was quiet in the small office for a minute, until Jesse ground his jaw and exhaled. "Put me on the list." the counselor nodded, smiling a small smile of relief.
"Should I have a few of the potentials contact you?" Jesse shrugged.
"Whatever. Have them call my room."
"Oh," the counselor cringed as he turned back to Jesse. "You'll have to be moved, immediately."
"Immediately?"
"It would be unsafe for you to be allowed to remain, for any period of time. Jesse, you can imagine what might happen." Jesse sighed. "You can go back there now. I'll wait until 1 to put you on the list, so you'll have two hours to move some of the basics. I'll send a jeep to take you." Jesse got to his feet and nodded.
"Thank you, sir, for your help."
"Thank you, Jesse, for your cooperation." Jess turned on his heel and headed towards the door. He paused, mid-step, and hesitated.
"If you need to talk about anything else, Jesse...I'm here." the counselor smiled warmly at him, and, for the first time, Jesse thought he might actually begin to like the man.
"I don't want to do it." Jesse crossed his arms firmly over his chest. "I won't." The counselor frowned down at his desk, then looked up kindly at the stubborn young man in front of him.
"You're going to have to face up to this sometime, Jesse."
"No." he shook his head obstinately, "I don't, because there's nothing to face up to."
"Jesse - "
"Please don't make me do this." the counselor paused. "Please don't make me leave."
"Jesse, I'm not asking you to leave - "
"You may as well. If you register me with them, you know what will happen."
"Even if I don't register you, it'll happen. Someone will find out eventually. And then they'll still come after you, only I won't be able to do anything to help you." Jesse slouched sullenly in his chair. "Come on, Jess, do your part. You know what's going on. We're all going to disappear if people like you don't start helping." Jesse scoffed.
"People like me."
"Look, just let me register you. I don't want to see you get into trouble that you can't get out of. I want to see you safe, and happy."
"I'm happy here."
"But not safe."
"I'm safe now."
"Not for much longer." Jesse bit his lip.
"Nobody ever has to know." he said in a very small voice.
"Someone will, Jess, eventually, and then you'll really be in trouble." Jesse sighed, and Brackman tried to console him. "But just think of what you could do with this, Jess. There are men out there who would kill for your luck. You can have anything you want in the world. This is real power. A gift."
"No, it's not a gift, and I don't have any power. If I did, I could do the one thing I want, but I can't, can I? I can't stay here, can I? No. Because of this, this stupid curse, this stupid disease, my stupid fucking body." There was quiet in the small office for a minute, until Jesse ground his jaw and exhaled. "Put me on the list." the counselor nodded, smiling a small smile of relief.
"Should I have a few of the potentials contact you?" Jesse shrugged.
"Whatever. Have them call my room."
"Oh," the counselor cringed as he turned back to Jesse. "You'll have to be moved, immediately."
"Immediately?"
"It would be unsafe for you to be allowed to remain, for any period of time. Jesse, you can imagine what might happen." Jesse sighed. "You can go back there now. I'll wait until 1 to put you on the list, so you'll have two hours to move some of the basics. I'll send a jeep to take you." Jesse got to his feet and nodded.
"Thank you, sir, for your help."
"Thank you, Jesse, for your cooperation." Jess turned on his heel and headed towards the door. He paused, mid-step, and hesitated.
"If you need to talk about anything else, Jesse...I'm here." the counselor smiled warmly at him, and, for the first time, Jesse thought he might actually begin to like the man.