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Title: Jealousy
Pairing: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
written as a reward ficlet
Words: 271
Finished: February 2018

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Finally, he found him alone in one of the empty rooms of the ruined house. When he tried to put an arm around his shoulder, Casey shrugged him off.

Zeke frowned. „Hey, what's wrong? You know, you shouldn't be here alone.“

„So what. Maybe it would be better when the zombies would get me, bring it all to an end.“

Zeke wasn't sure if he felt more annoyed or worried. Casey had to go through a lot during the last months, but who had not? Many people they had met were just cracked, but not so Casey. He was so much stronger than he looked like and not willing to give up without fighting. So, what had happened?

„What bullshit is this?“

The boy looked up, his blue eyes dark. „Then you are free to go with them.“

„Huh?“

„Murphy. The doc. You would like to stay with them.“

„They are okay. You are like family. You want to go Minnesota, find your grandparents? We will go to Minnesota. It is that easy.“

Casey kept quiet for a moment. „10K. I've heard you tonight together with him.“

Oh. Great. That was the reason why, in their former life, he would never have started a relationship with Casey Connor. Much too complicated. „Sorry. But, c'mon, Case, life is much too short to turn into a jealous drama queen, okay? Tomorrow, we will already be far away, and he's not more than a faint memory.“

„Yes, I know.“ Casey's eyes suddenly sparkled. „But couldn't you at least have asked me if I'd like to join you two?“

Title: Childhood Memories
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Prompt: cherries
Rating: R
Word Count: 356

Note: This a stand-alone snippet, taking place in my Reboot Universe (crossover The Faculty - Jeremiah TV)

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Zeke winced at Casey's ear-piercing cry and slammed on the brakes, expecting the worst. In times like these, it was better always to be on guard.

Without any explanation Casey opened the passengers door and jumped out of the Chevrolet, only a moment later he vanished between big trees and thick undergrowth. Zeke felt anger rising up while he followed him slowly, the gun in his hand, just to be sure. This time, he wondered what it would be: a half-starved animal, some guy in trouble, or just a rare flower this stupid boy wanted to examine more closely. There were a lot of reasons for Casey to leave every wariness behind. Though he actually should know better, especially after the trouble they had gotten into only a few days ago.

Zeke jerked around when a dark figure suddenly dropped from one of the trees behind him. The well-known laughter made him curse loudly. "Holy shit, Casey. What the hell are you thinking? What's happened?"

The boy grinned wide, but Zeke wasn't sure if he wanted to shake him or hug him. "Cherries."

"What?"

"Cherries," repeated Casey and opened his hand.

Feeling dumbfounded, Zeke stared at the red fruits. Cherries? What was the reason for this drama?

"I remember," Casey said, unimpressed, and put one of the fruits into their mouth. "My grammy had a small farm with fruit trees in the backyard. Apples, pears. And cherries. Whenever I visited her, I climbed around in the trees, and I could eat as much as I wanted. I loved the cherries. My mom wasn't very amused because I always returned with stains on my shirt or tattered pants. But my grandma didn't care. She used to say: A real boy should pick his cherries right from the tree and not buy them at the supermarket."

He smiled softly, lost in memories, while looking down at the red fruits in his hand. "These days on her farm are one of my favorite childhood memories.

Want some? They are sweet and juicy."

Inwardly sighing, Zeke grabbed a cherry. How could he be mad at him for longer?