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Octavian got onto the New York Herald's website and placed their ad. It should be rather embarrassing for Scott, and maybe crack that annoying composure of his. Octavian logged off and went to tell his fellow Mavericks that their ad was posted, and Scott should be expecting calls from the next day.
"So, it's done?" Mordred grinned. Demetria looked faintly worried. "Oh, don't get your knickers in a twist, Demmie. We'll take it out after a few days."
"I know..." She worried her bottom lip with her teeth. "It's just..."
"Well, if he'd just reacted before, it wouldn't have occured to us. It becomes a matter of honour." Octavian sprawled in the chair near them.
"What was the wording again?" Vortigern asked.
"If you want a good time, ring Scott's private line, I got that by going through a cabinet, by the by," Octavian digressed for a moment then continued, "some stuff about how hot Scott is, and how he's just waiting for you to call. Escort service available."
"He's gonna go through the roof," Mordred said.
Octavian raised an eyebrow. "Wasn't that the idea?" They waited for the first caller to take Scott up on their offer.
Scott and Jean
Scott went into his room, leaving the door open, and hit the button on is machine to check his machines.
"Hey there Schotty-boy," a very familiar voice drawled. Scott's eyes widened and he begane to panic. It was his former pimp.
"When you fell off the radar, I figured you were dead or something, but now that I know you're alive, I WILL find you. You're mine, you will come back to me, because I own you."
Jean came back to her and Scott's room to see a panic-stricken Scott curled up in a ball.
"Scott, honey, what's wrong?" Jean asked concerned.
"He found me, Jean, he found me. He's gonna come after me!" Flying through the room, Scott grabbed several things and started to pack a bag,
"Gotta go, gotta get out of here. Pimp, gonna get me, gonna kill me, gonna make me work again. He said if he ever found me again, he'd kill me." Silently, without leaving any clues to her presense, she did a non-invasive telepathic search. The Mavericks had that self-satisfied vibe. Upset, Jean went to find the four.
"Listen, this time you have gone to far." She led them to her bedroom, where they saw a crying Scott curled up in a ball.
"He has been through more shit than you can even imagine."
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"I knew this was a bad idea," Demetria snapped. "You three..."
"How were we to know? All it was meant to be was harmless amusement. A bit of a laugh. No one tells us anything, so how are we to know this would happen?" Octavian folded his arms.
"God, Scott, we're so sorry," Vortigern said, eyes darkening with concern and guilt.
"Bloody hell, yes." Mordred even looked a bit upset. "But as Tav says, how we were supposed to know?"
Scott
Scott, who had always tried to be so cheerful, snapped.
"You weren't supposed to know, but since you seem to want t0o so badly, I'll tell you. Whjere should I start?" he growld. "Ohl, how about when my parents were killed in a plane crash when I was nine and I lived in an orphanage. Or how about when I had to live on the streets after my powers manifested. Or, I know, maybe you want to know about how I had to turn trick just to keep myself fed and clothed. Is that it?' By now, Scott was screaming. "And now he's found me. My fucking pimp has found me, and now he's going to kill me,"
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"Not if Nyx kills him first," Mordred pointed out. All four of them were looking very uncomfortable and guilty. "And she would."
"Slowly. And rather painfully," Vortigern added.
"Is that all you three can think about?" Demetria yelled at them. "You idiots! I can not believe you are being so fixated on that. And why should we look to Nyx to clean up our mistake?" The guys shrank back as Demetria turned on them. "I am deeply ashamed of us right now." She faced Octavian. "This was your idea, brother. I was against this from the start." She slapped him hard across the face. Octavian looked down as his face started to turn a bright red. "You three will amend this. I do not want to see you, any of you, possibly for a very long time. I'm so sorry, Scott." Blinking away tears, she 'ported to her room. Octavian massaged his cheek.
"Well."
"Who knew your sister could hit like that?" Mordred said.
"Quiet. As she said, this is our problem. How can we make this up to you, Scott? You already have our sincerest apologies," Octavian said.
Jean
Jean left her fiance's side and went to face with them/
"It's a little too late for that. Listen, we never meant to get on your bad sides, but we are the teachers here, and you are the students. I'm sorry, but that's the way it is. You may not like it, but we have authority over you, and if you all don't stop causing trouble, I'm afraid that there will soon come a time when you are no longer welcome in this school."
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"Bloody hell, we said we were sorry!" Mordred snapped.
"Wolf, shut up," Vortigern snarled. "We are in trouble, this is probably the worst thing we have ever done, and frankly? I'm not far behind Dem. This wasn't meant to turn out this way, but we need to stop and think occasionally."
"We are sorry. We will accept whatever punishment you feel met, but Demetria never wanted to be involved in this." Octavian looked at Jean sorrowfully. "Can you at least leave her out of it?"
Jean and Scott
"Well, she has a minor punishment of not being able to leave school grounds for a week. That's a month for the rest of you. In addition, you will scrub all of the floors in the mansion, today. And you will wash and wax the X-jet every weekend for a month. And for the rest of the wekk, there will be absolutely NO use of any of your powers. I catch any of you using your powers and your punishments will double. That sound good to you Scott?' Jean asked her fiance, gently. Quietly, he nodded.
"Please, Jeanie, make them leave."
"You heard the man, shoo!" Jean pushed them out of the room telekinetically & then closed the door and took her lover into her arms.
"Shh, baby, it'll be okay." And the two of them just sat together in silence for hours.
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"I can't help using my powers," Octavian said helplessly as they started walking to Demetria's room to tell her. "And Dem floats occasionally when she gets upset."
"We'll just havta try really hard. Don't talk to me, Mordred," Vortigern said, looking straight ahead. "I feel so ashamed. So guilty. Don't even try to justify this, there is none to be found." They told Demetria, and she swiped at her eyes angrily.
"We deserve it. And now that you've told me, you can get out." She curled up on her bed and turned her back on them. They left to start their punishment. Octavian started to bitch, and both Llewlyns turned on him furiously, telling him in no uncertain terms to shut up and work.