Fanfiction for adults
Created from: Mishap's Works
I gave up trying to convince Brad that Jean-Claude was dangerous and started asking about what they had been doing. I couldn't believe his answer. Basically, they had had a long play session and had dueled using broomsticks as swords. It had progressed to Brad trying to hit Jean-Claude with pillows while he tried to avoid them.
We got home and I got Brad to go to bed and me to mine. I knew that my life would change bringing the kid home with me. What I didn't expect was that Brad would also change everybody else's lives as well. I fell asleep wondering what new changes would happen in the days to come.
Anita had a surprise for the both of us when we got up. She had contacted Richard and he was waiting for us.
“Anita has told me a lot about you, Brad. I understand that it has probably been a while since you have attended school. So I am here to do a few tests and set up some lesson plans for you.” He stated, looking Brad in the eye.
I had never seen Richard acting like a teacher and it was a lot different than the way he usually acted around Anita. I could tell by his scent that he wasn't real comfortable. I decided that I had better stay out of the firing line. I knew that nothing would make him let on that he was a Werewolf with Brad around, but he wasn't real happy that Anita let me sleep with her and that I helped to feed her ardeur although he had been the one to break it off.
Brad surprised me; I expected him to argue and complain. Instead he sat down and dived into the tests that Richard had brought with him. I could smell the surprise that Richard was experiencing when he began to grade the tests. He reached into the briefcase that he had brought with him and withdrew a few more tests for Brad to take.
I hated to interrupt it was just not something that you do with an Alpha especially the leader of a pard or a pack. “Um…Richard” I interrupted hesitantly. “Brad hasn't eaten yet and I'm sure he's hungry. Do…do you think that we…I could get him something?”
He looked up at me in surprise and seemed to be astonished that I had interrupted. As what I had said sunk in he replied. “Of course, I should have thought of it myself. I have to say though that I am extremely please by the results of Brad's tests. I expected that he would need a lot of remedial attention, but he seems to be an extraordinarily bright young man.”
“What do you mean by that?” Brad piped up looking at him challengingly.
“What I mean is that I believe that you are possibly one of the most intelligent and talented students that has ever been my privilege to have as a pupil.” Richard spoke, looking at Brad very seriously.”
Brad's response to this was typical. “Right. You're trying to tell me I'm some kinda genius? Are you crazy?
I could tell Richard was a little irritated by his response. “I don't lie. I have been a teacher for five years and I have never seen scores like these. You shouldn't even have been able to answer half the questions on the last couple of tests. Those tests are from courses I am taking to get my master's degree.
`No shit,” Brad exclaimed. “That is so cool.”
Richard continued. “Unfortunately, it doesn't do you a bit of good if we don't know who you are so we can get you into an accelerated classroom.”
At this Brad's face turned a sickly gray color and the scent of fear just rolled off of him. “Forget it. I ain't tellin' nobody who I am or where I am from they will just make me go back. I will die before I ever go back.” Brad shouted shoving his chair back from the table and running to his bedroom and slamming the door.
It took me two hours after Richard had left to calm Brad down. I don't know what had happened to him, but judging by the scars he carried and his insistence on secrecy, it had to be bad. Real bad.
Anita showed up a short time later after I had finally convinced him to eat something and had sworn that nobody would ever force him to go home. She came in on the tail end of our discussion.
“Brad I can tell that you are scared of wherever it is that you came from. I am going to promise you that you will not have to be scared here. I know that Jean-Claude is going to teach you to fence. I am going to take it a step further. From now on you will be going with me when I go to the dojo. I will also be taking you to the shooting range and will make sure that you can protect yourself.” She took his hands and with the fierce look that she got when somebody threatened one of her people she stated emphatically. “That will only be a very last resort. Anybody trying to hurt you will have to go through me and my friends and believe me I have some of the meanest, nastiest people who owe me and would come if I call.”
I could see the tension seem to disappear from Brad's thin shoulders. With all that I could offer him and promise he hadn't relaxed until he heard it from Anita. She is good that way. She has a way of making people feel safe and protected. I should know.
The next two weeks seemed to pass in a blur. Brad was by no means perfect, but he really was a bright spot in all of our lives. I laughed and shouted more than I ever had. I discovered a streak of practical joking in him a mile wide. He really was a joy to have around even when he was driving everybody out of their minds.
Zane had changed his hair again to a white blond color and the little twerp added blue food coloring to his shampoo. I am pretty sure the striping was an accident but everyplace the soap had run down his body had left blue stripes. Cherry and I had to play keep away with Brad until laughing hysterically Zane finally gave up chasing him.
Even Anita was a victim of his sense of humor. She had fallen asleep on the couch and he had filled her hand with whipped cream (because there wasn't any shave cream) and had tickled her face with a feather. She threatened to give him to Jean-Claude as a midnight snack, but she was smiling as she said it.
It was really heartbreaking when Dr. Lillian called and gave us the news.
Brad's lab results were in. He's HIV positive. How the hell am I going to tell him?