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Poison	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Treasure Planet Views: 642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev
A/N: And now, the moment you've all been waiting for! Same legal ramifications still apply!
Jim stepped out of the shower, feeling better now that the warm water had massaged his joints and aching back. Sighing contentedly, he stretched and grabbed the fluffy gray towel that awaited him from the chrome towel rack. Wrapping it around his hips, he wiped the steam from the full length mirror on the back of the door and grimaced.
Long, bright scratches marked his left shoulder and wrapped around to his back. He turned around and peered over a shoulder. Criss-crossed patterns glowed red from his shoulder blades and spine. No wonder he felt so sore! Dimitri practically used him like a scratching post!
The reminder of what happened a little earlier today brought a smile to his face. Jim had been taken to community service, as usual, only for him to plan on getting out of it for the day. He had come upon one of the trash compactor robots and managed to pry the back open and pull the wiring from it's hard-drive. It wasn't a new model,, since Montressor was an old, industrial and mining planet for the most part and made do with old equipment, so pulling the small machine apart to cause a distraction was easy enough. After the robot went on the fritz and started tearing things apart, Jim had taken off and hitched a ride with an unsuspecting factory worker on the back of a freight cruiser, headed farther into the city and towards the therapist's building. When he had left the freight cruiser behind, he had casually strolled in, told the receptionist a bogus story about an evaluation, and proceeded to a blissful afternoon with Dimitri that involved teeth, tongues, nails, and less clothing.
He put on his leather jacket, hiding the marks, and picked up his soiled clothes from the floor and left the room.
"Hi there, Jim."
"Whoa!" Jim almost ran into Delbert, who had been ready to knock on the door. "You need to use the bathroom, Doc?"
"Ummm... heh... No. Actually, I need to talk to you about some things."
"Okay." The brunette said warily, leading the way to his bedroom down the hall.
Upon entering, the room seemed barren. A small, solitary bed was pushed parallel against the wall under the sill of a four inch by five inch window. A small chest of clothes sat underneath the bed and a dresser sat in the corner farthest from the door. A projection laser clock sat on the dresser, flashing the time in mid-air, and dirty clothes were strewn all over the floor.
As Delbert sat down on the bed, Jim made his way over to the dresser, dropping the clothes in his arms in the process, and pulled out a pair of boxers, black shorts, and a red t-shirt. He slipped the boxers and shorts on underneath his towel and let the wet towel fall to the floor when his garments were properly zipped and buttoned on. He was about to reach for his leather jacket, but thought better of it, and dropped down on the mattress, forgetting the shirt.
Delbert made note of the action.
"What did you wanna talk about?"
"I wanted to know about your therapy sessions. How're you getting along?" Delbert couldn't bring up the real reason of wanting to talk to him. Not yet.
"Oh... Well, Dr. Sudayev said that we should probably keep those talks just between me and him."
Delbert momentarily gave a skeptical look over his glasses. "Uh huh... Well, how was community service? You were saying someone had fallen asleep on the job?"
"Yea... Jackson ended up falling asleep about two blocks away, which caused all of us to be held back because we had to help him pick up his slack. And a trash compactor bot went haywire at one point, just making a complete mess."
"I see... Maybe this Jackson caused the commotion, perhaps to leave community service to sleep."
"Yea, I wouldn't doubt it. He's really lazy on the job." Jim answered, not sure why Delbert was asking these questions.
"Hmmm... Are you sure it wasn't Jones that fell asleep?"
The obvious confusion on the eighteen year old's face confirmed his suspicions of how Jim got away from community service. He silently wished that Jim had stuck to his lies a lot better so that he could have had some excuse to dismiss the case and leave. But he knew that if Sarah had found out what he did, she would have insisted that he go and straighten out her son.
"You had said Jones fell asleep on the job, not Jackson." He answered his confused stare.
"...Oh! Well I can't really keep up with all of their names." Jim said dismissively, pulling his jacket tighter around himself.
"Aren't you gonna put on your shirt?" Doppler asked, grabbing his shirt from the bed and holding it out to him.
Jim took it from him. "Yea, in a bit."
"Aren't you cold?"
"Only a little."
"Then why don't you put on your shirt? I'm pretty sure that water doesn't do any good for that leather, anyway."
"I-I'm good. That jacket will be fine, Doc. It's only water."
Delbert narrowed his eyes. "What are you hiding?"
"Nothing..."
"If it's nothing, then put on your shirt."
"Why do I have to?"
"Why don't you?" Delbert grabbed a hold of Jim's sleeve. He winced, the pain from the scratches on his back causing him discomfort when his jacket rubbed against them.
"Are you hurt?" Doppler asked worriedly.
"It's really nothing. Just got injured at community service, is all."
"Lemme take a look."
Jim resigned, thinking no other way around it. It was either this, or having Doppler tell his mom about an injury he wasn't willing to show. He shrugged off his jacket. The astrophysicist looked him over with a critical, disbelieving eye.
"This wasn't an injury," Delbert said at last as Jim put on his shirt. "This was deliberate." He added quietly.
Jim looked at him, bewildered. "You think I did this?"
"...No."
Jim sighed inwardly. "The trash compactor bot got a hold of me at one point while we were trying to stop it."
"It seems you had a hell of a time today, huh?"
"Yea." The brunette agreed. "How was your day?"
"A little confusing."
"How so?" Jim was glad that they had managed to stray from the original topic. Delbert could see the relief on his face and wished he didn't have to do this to him.
"I was at your therapist's building today to deliver a note from your mom."
Jim blanched. Oh, shit...
Doppler continued. "I had to use the bathroom down the hall from Sudayev's office, and when I went to leave, imagine my surprise when I saw you waiting outside his office."
"Uh... uh..." Jim began to sweat. He had been caught, but he fumbled for an excuse. "Uh... I was requested to go for an evaluation today. Sudayev contacted my community service rep."
"I see..."
"Yea! I was surprised as you are."
"Usually, therapist's don't contact their patients at work." Doppler stated bluntly. "They contact them at home."
"Well... ummm... It was really important and-"
"I know what's going on, Jim."
Heart pounding fast, the eighteen year old gave him a confused look, hoping that he didn't just hear what he thought he heard. "What are you talking about? I had an evaluation today. What do you think-"
"You went to see Sudayev, not for-"
"-we did? We talked about my progress!"
"The door was open, Jim." Delbert interrupted.
Jim sat there, stunned speechless.
"I know what's going on. I saw what you two were doing... unfortunately." The astrophysicist looked down at the floor, embarrassed as much as Jim was. "I know you and Sudayev are messing around."
Jim let his face fall into his palms, beyond embarrassed. This was worse than he thought. Not only had he been caught ditching community service, but Delbert knew about him and Dimitri...
A/N: To be continued... :D
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