
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/4360016.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Pocket_Monsters:_X_&_Y_|_Pokemon_X_&_Y_Versions
  Relationship:
      Calme/Dr._Platane_|_Calem/Professor_Augustine_Sycamore, Fleur-de-lis/
      Other(s)_|_Lysandre/Other(s)
  Character:
      Professor_Sycamore, Lysandre, Protagonist_-_Male
  Additional Tags:
      Pokemon_-_Freeform, Pokemon_Fanfiction
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-17 Chapters: 4/? Words: 6536
****** The Trainor that Stopped Him ******
by renotheknight
Summary
     After becoming the champion, Calem starts working in the lab with
     Augustine Sycamore. One night someone shows up at the Pokemon Lab in
     Lumiose City taking Calem by surprise. Now Calem will have to fight
     him all over again, fighting his jealousy and rage at the cost of
     loving Professor Sycamore.
Notes
     Notice: This fan fiction does involve rape and violence. Please read
     at your risk.
     The story takes place months after Calem becomes champion and
     Lysandre labs is destoryed but Lysandre survives the blast.
***** Chapter 1 *****
I was in the lab late, the Professor was out talking Diantha at one of the
cafés. I heard the door open and welcomed the noise with " "good, you're back
Professor." But I didn't get a response. "I've found out one of the trainers,
Lia, has seen 82 types of Pokemon so far on her journey. I'm just waiting for
two more trainers, Zeos and Eri, to show me theirs." The only response was
footsteps that echoed around the room. I started to get annoyed with the lack
of answers the Professor provided. "Look, Professor, you have to answer me
sometimes, I mean it would be ni-" my voice came to a halt as my body turned,
then stood still. Orange and black filled my vision and I couldn't believe the
colors I saw. I moved towards the person, hoping it wasn't him. "You aren't the
Professor." My voice shook with my body as I moved towards him. He turned
around and looked slightly surprised at the small space in between us. His hand
reached towards me and held my neck, and backed me up against a wall.
"Just the person I was looking for," he grumbled. My body filled with fear, I
couldn't move. "I hear you're with Augustine now, is that how you got this
fancy lab job?"
"Not quite, you see people barely challenge a champion and I was the trainer
that tested mega evolution. So I guess that's why the Professor had interest in
me," I snapped back. He held onto my neck tighter as his face turned a light
red.
"You ruined my plans, ruined everything in life I worked for, and took the one
person that meant most to me," his voice was becoming louder. Despite my fear I
had to be smart about what I was going to do, and I knew exactly what I needed
to do. He grappled on just a little tighter, enough to make my face red. I
found myself breathing less.
"Well I guess that makes two of us. After the explosion we all thought you were
fucking dead, and guess who was there for the Professor?" I gasped, "You're a
piece of shit, you know that?" I spit on his face and quickly reached for my
Holo-Caster. I tried to hide it as he wiped his face, his fist tightening
around me. He saw the Holo-Caster in my hands as I was about to connect to the
Professor. He grabbed it from me and threw it on the ground, the device
shattering. He moved me away from the wall and then slammed my head into it
full force. My head throbbed with pain as he shoved it into the wall again.
Lysandre let go of me, my body sitting against the floor. I curled up into a
ball clenching my skull, my fingernails digging in as far as they could. The
tip of his shoe rested in my chest, his shadow casting over me.
"What else did you do with Augustine?" I just clutched my head tighter. "What
did you do with Augustine?" His voice became more gruff and louder. Why did it
have to be hours? Why was the door unlocked? Why did I have to be alone? I
wanted to break into tears but I didn't, I had to be strong. "WHAT did you do
with AUGUSTINE?" he asked again.
"Nothing that matters to you," I snapped back with as much effort as I could.
He kicked me in my chest, the pain releasing from my head.
"That's a lie, your little friend told me, the smart one," he huffed out.
Trevor. What did he do to Trevor? The fears filled me, what could he have
possibly done to Trevor? "I know about everything you did with Augustine, I
know you had sex with him."
"Yea? So what! You were dead for as much as we knew!" I screamed back in agony.
He kicked me in my chest again, even harder than the first time. I couldn't
breathe at all, I laid sprawled out on the cold floor. I couldn't talk at all,
I could barely move. He yanked me up by my blue tie, my body dangling on my
feet.
"I'm gonna make you regret it trainer, I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET IT!" he screamed in
my ear. I couldn't take the torture, my body ached. He removed my lab coat,
throwing it anywhere. His right hand moved to my belt, his arm trying to push
down my pants. He couldn't get them down me as effectively as he thought he
could, then he pulled on the buckle. He pulled hard enough that the entire
buckle ripped off, my belt broken. While he was looking down I clenched my fist
and slammed it into his cheek bone. He pulled my pants open and down along with
my underwear. They were just below the end of my ass, the tip of my penis
barely covered by my now, untucked white shirt. Lysandre's hand was now on my
penis as my pants barely stayed on me.
"STOP TOUCHING ME!" I screamed, trying to push him away from me. His hand was
tight around me and moved up and down forcefully.
"Do you like that?" he asked softly, "DO YOU LIKE THAT?" I kept trying to
escape his grasp, each attempt getting weaker. He then shoved me against the
wall near the elevator, the room shaking from the force, things falling from
one desk. His hand kept moving hard, he was trying to make it painful for me.
He was jealous and outraged about everything that happened. If I wasn't pick as
a trainer his plans would have worked. He wants me to suffer and then die for
destroying his work. My struggling increased as he raped me, each up and down
made me even more upset. He stopped fondling me for just a few moments, enough
to punch me three times in the stomach. My body hurt worse but I had to escape.
I lifted my leg and kicked him a couple of times in the stomach, enough to
knock the wind of out him and then twice in the crotch. He let go and I fell to
the floor as he curled up in pain. I turned over and tried crawling to the
other half of the room when I saw a Holo Clip. I hoped that the Holo Clip could
communicate to the Caster, I really hoped it worked. I crawled towards to
device, the cold floor not bothering me anymore. When I got ahold of it I
looked for a way to connect to the Professor. I heard a small beeping noise and
I knew I was connected to the network. I felt my pants be dragged down just a
few inches lower when I heard his voice. It was the Professor. I felt just a
little safer hearing his voice, I knew things would end.
"Hello?" he said questionably.
"PROFESSOR!" I yelled back, "help me!"
"Who is this?" He asked, his voice worried.
"Lab!" I yelled back at him. That when I felt something push inside of me. It
was fast and forceful, it was like being rammed. I screamed in pain, my tears
couldn't be held back anymore.
"What's wrong with the lab? Who is this?" the Professor questioned.
"HELP ME PROFESSOR PLEASE!" is all I could scream as sobs followed. The shoves
against me hurt, every part of me hurt. Why did Lysandre have to live? Why does
he have to rape me to get back? Why is this happening to me? Lysandre threw the
Holo Clip across the room, the Professor's voice could not longer calm me. The
shoving became faster and even harder as my cries echoed. It felt like it was
going to go on forever when Lysandre's grunts were muffled. I looked over and
in front of the elevator was the Professor, stunned. My vision was blurred from
my tears, but I cried out to the Professor as my voice cracked. The Professor
ran over and kicked Lysandre in the face, and in that instant he was out of me.
I laid on the floor crying still as Lysandre fixed his pants and looked at the
Professor.
"Augustine, why did you betray me?" Lysandre asked.
"I thought you were dead," the Professor's voice skipped.
"I survived the blast," he said, his voice didn't change. "I'll be back for the
trainer." He walked away from the Professor and went down the elevator. He left
like he always did, like nothing happened. I looked at his face, his eyes wide.
The Professor's eyes closed as he looked at me on the floor, my face soaked. I
couldn't move at all, it hurt too much. He moved down to me, resting my head on
his arm. He looked into my eyes, his whole world shattering before him. He
picked me up in his arms and held me close to him.
"Hold on Calem, you'll be okay," he assured me. His voice sounded drained from
the events that just occurred. I held on to his coat and walked into the
elevator.
"I know I will because I am with you," I told him.
***** Chapter 2 *****
The Professor ran down the street carrying me, running as fast as he could. The
wind cut around us as people turned and stared at us. Comments flooded our
ears.
"Why is the pokemon professor carrying the champion down the street?"
"What happened to the champion?"
"I saw Lysandre walk into the lab a little while ago?"
"Did a pokemon hurt the trainer?" Every comment was wondering what happened and
all I could do is hold onto the Professor. That's when Serena ran up to us.
"What happened to Calem?" she asked worried. Her face looked drained as the
Professor just pushed through her. She ran next to us as she tried to budge an
answer out of him.
"No time to explain," his voice was huskier and was filled with panting. He
took and right down one street as more faces looked dead in surprise.
"Trevor said he saw Lysandre, he's at the hospital now recovering, that's why I
came looking for you two," she told us. "What happened, did an experiment go
wrong?" I had to tell Serena what happened, I had to tell her though I could
barely talk. My body hurt all over from the beatings. People began to run up,
one person grabbing my broken belt. It just was pulled off with ease as Serena
and the Professor pushed through them.
"Lysandre..." I croaked. Serena's face went paler but she continued to run. We
finally reached the Poké hospital, Nurse Joy looking at us stunned.
"Professor Sycamore, what happened?" She gasped at the Professor.
"No time to explain, please just take care of him!" The Professor huffed out.
"Professor please follow me," Nurse Joy said, her voice shaking. Serena
followed the Professor behind Nurse Joy when she closed the door to the back.
"Hey what about me?" Serena asked, her face getting red.
"Serena, you're going to have to stay here for now dear," she told her. Serena
sighed, obviously not satisfied by her answer and slammed down into one of the
chairs. Everything that had happened rushed in front of my eyes as the lights
above me flashed. My head pounded from the adrenaline and the pain, my chest
felt heavy with my legs. My arms were the only thing I could move efficiently.
I held onto the Professor's coat even tighter. I didn't want to seem weak but I
know I needed him now, I couldn't pretend to be okay after all that happened.
My head hurt too much to stay awake, I slowly closed my eyes and let my body go
limp.
------
I woke up to dim lights above my head, several bodies around me. It was the
Professor, Serena, and my mom. My head was pounding against the mattress, my
eyes hurt anyway that they went. I looked at my mom hovering over me, the
Professor looking at me closely, and Serena's wide eyes.
"Mom... Serena.... Professor?" I mumbled out.
"Oh Calem!" My mother exclaims. She wraps her arms tight around me, the pain
filling me immensely. I wheeze out a grunt of pain, my body feeling worse than
before. She lets go of me quickly and I hit against the hard mattress. All the
air escapes me again and my eyes and closed tightly. I tried not to show my
pain but with the stifled breathes, everyone knew. "I'm sorry dear," she
apologized. She almost like she was crying, I knew she felt bad.
"It's okay m-mom.... I just- just, can't move or- or breathe," I gasped out
softly.
"Calem, we know everything that happened, you are really strong for facing
Lysandre like that," Serena commented.
"Y-you don't k-know what happened before- before the Professor arrived but
I'll- I'll tell you when I- I can talk," I stuttered.
"Shauna, Trevor, and Tierno are here to see you," she said, "come in you guys!"
Trevor? Trevor is here to see me? When they all walked in the room, their
expressions changed from blank faces to like they watched something horrific. I
looked at Trevor, he was dressed in normal clothing but he had heavy bruises
around his neck and face.
"Calem!" Shauna yelled. She ran up to the bed and held the railing, some of the
bed shaking. "You look terrible!" I nodded a bit, trying to stay awake. I saw
mom leave the room, I didn't know if it was to save space or because she looked
pained. I understood everything everyone was saying but I couldn't spur a
response. I looked at the Professor blankly, my eyes closing slightly every few
minutes. He rested his hand on my shoulder, his touch made some of my pain melt
away. His affection was like a drug to me, I don't know why. I looked at
Trevor, his face looked more drained than ever. His puffy cheeks looked dark,
his hair covered a lot of his eyes. I looked at him and tried to form words. I
tried stretching my fingers myself to see if I could point to him but I knew it
I couldn't talk, I couldn't move. I verted my eyes to Serena and then back to
Trevor a few times. She pointed to Trevor and I nodded slightly. He moved to
where Serena was standing and looked down at his hands.
"I couldn't stop him..." Trevor sighed.
"You didn't need to go through that... he- he told me he hurt- hurt you," I
apologized. He looked at me concerned. His hair was away from his face, it
showed more of his empty face. "If- if I didn't get involved with the
Professor, this never w- would've happened."
"If I fought back and didn't tell him everything, you wouldn't of been like
this!" Trevor told me.
"This would of happened soo- sooner or later, it's not your fault Trevor, I'm-
I'm sorry he hurt you," I assured him. He looked like he was about to burst
into tears, I couldn't see Trevor like that. I used all of my energy to pull
myself, pain rushing through my body. I put my arm on Trevor's back and tried
to pull him into my hug. When he realized, he slowly wrapped his arms around
me, it was like he was holding glass. I patted his back trying to comfort him.
"You did the right thing, if- if you g-got hurt I wouldn't of f- forgiven my-
myself." He put his head into my shoulder and held on just a little tighter.
"E-everyone gets a h- hug," I tried to announce as loud as I could. Trevor
moved away as Shauna, Tierno, and Serena hugged me. I felt Serena wave my back
during the hug. She moved away and I was now looking at the Professor. He bent
down and hugged me gently, it wasn't like when he was running across Lumiose to
the hospital with me. I held on a little tighter and enjoyed him holding me.
"Mon amour," he whispered in my ear.
"Mon espoir," I whispered back. Serena and Shauna let out a big aw and Tierno
looked puzzled.
"The Professor called Calem his love while Calem called the Professor his
hope," Shauna whispered to Tierno while elbowing him.
"I'd hold you until you got better, but I think it would hurt you a lot," he
told me. I grappled his shirt and just let my sore chest touch his. He let go
of me but held onto my hand. He stood next to me and the others just holding my
hand. Shauna rushed a chair over for the Professor to sit in so I wouldn't have
to move as much. He sat and held my hand and brushed through my hair.
"We'll tell your mom you fell asleep so she doesn't come in the room," Serena
said. She waved and walked out the the others. My mom didn't understand that me
and the Professor had romantic feelings. I loved my friends more days than
others, this was one of these days.
"I'm sorry," I muttered out.
"It wasn't your fault, you fought back," he assured me.
"Everyone is gonna know when you're missing work, everybody knows something
happened." He just played with my hair, twiddling the strands of hair away from
my face. It was bugging me he wasn't answering me, I wanted him to tell me it
was my fault.
"I still haven't gotten used to this haircut, dirty blonde and short?" He
chuckled, "wasn't like the long and brown hair I first saw when I met you." I
tried to form words but I know I couldn't fight with him. I huffed my chest and
enjoyed him playing with my hair, it felt soothing. He ran his fingers through
at different paces, his touch always felt amazing. I slowly drifted into a deep
sleep for the night hoping I felt better when I woke up.
***** Chapter 3 *****
I woke up to the Professor reading a book, a hardcover I couldn't see the title
to. I yawned and tried to stretch my arms out as much as I could. I gurgled out
a small noise and tried to sit up. All I did was move my arms before I felt
tired again.
Lysandre's plans floated around in my head, the things he did to try and
achieve; the actions he made when he was ultimately stopped. Why did this
happen to me? Why did he want a perfect world when there was already
perfection? If anything he was the source of chaos for the attempts he made.
"Good evening Calem," the Professor said. I looked at the orange sunset out the
window, my body confused. My concentration was broken by his words.
"How, how long have I been out?" I asked hazily.
"Two days, your mother just left the hospital." He didn't even break his
concentration from the book.
"How long have you been awake?" I questioned. What happened? He seemed less
compassionate than ever.
"I've been awake since the morning, nothing different," he replied. His voice
was a little more less husky, more relaxed but not, concerned. Something
happened, he was never like this to me, to anyone. I reached over to the rail
on the side of the bed, the metal cold against my hand and steadied myself. I
slowly slid my feet under my thighs and put all my pressure on my left hand, my
right hand with all the IV lines extending. The metal and plastic clanged
against the metal bar and the Professor veered his attention to me. I held my
hand softly to his face and used the energy I had to keep my eyes locked with
his.
"Are you alright? You don't sound the same..." I mumbled out as sincerely as I
possibly could.
"Yea, I'm, I'm alright," he let out. He wasn't okay, I knew he wasn't. My hand
was shaking from the weight placed on it but I didn't care. I tucked a piece of
hair behind his ear and moved my lips to his. I let my face relax, let him know
things were going to be okay no matter what. My hand grabbed onto his purple
shirt,I knew I was getting weak. I moved my lips away and put my forehead
against his, our noses just touching. I kept my eyes closed for a few minutes
but when I opened them, I was captivated by his eyes. I never understood how he
always made me feel so drugged, like I was unconcerned of the world around me.
I never understood the way I could melt so easily. I smiled while looking into
his eyes, they screamed fear but the glint in his eyes gave hope. My arm then
gave out on me and my stomach hit against the bar. The Professor held me up by
under my arms, the pain still filled me but not as much. I slid my feet from
under me and slowly laid back against the pillows. I closed my eyes and tried
to regain my strength. I heard heels click into the room, I had no idea who it
was, I just wanted a few more moments to regain my strength.
"Oh Professor... is Calem still sleeping?" her voice questioned. I knew who it
was, Serena.
"No... I just woke up," I replied as clearly as I could.
"Oh! How are you feeling?" Her voice sounded more energetic.
"I'm doing better, still hard to move. I just used most of my energy but I can
talk still," I told her. I closed my eyes again to relieve my eyes which were
already tired.
"Oh that's good that you're doing better! I'm glad you're at least a little
better, it gives me a little hope," she replied with a bit of a chuckle, "I
brought food for you and the Professor!" Her heels clicked through the room,
the echo breaking the silence. I heard a chair move to the right of me with a
few more clicks.
"I suppose I'll tell you both what happened a few nights ago," I sighed out. I
opened my eyes and mustered the courage to tell the story. I explained every
part of damage caused to my body in the most detailed way possible, the
memories haunted me. I wish that part of my memory could be erased forever, it
was like it was stained to my brain. Even if I scrubbed hard enough would the
things he did still be there? I could feel every time I was thrown against the
wall, every hit to chest, even where every fingertip was on me, it's something
you don't forget easily. Serena's pupils seemed to get smaller as her jaw
widened, the Professor's eyes just closing the more I explained. "Maybe this
would of been different if I managed to hide or run away."
"No way Calem! You did what you always do, you were brave! You can't just, you
can't just blame yourself for being strong like that...." Serena yelled. Her
eyes started to tear, the sobs becoming clearer. "It wasn't your fault that you
were the hero you always were... it's my fault that I wasn't there to help you.
I planned to meet up with everyone and surprise you around that time, only if I
didn't decide to train. The whole reason you got hurt was because I was so
selfish!" she screamed, her heavy sobs following shortly after. Her gasps
scared me, it wasn't like her.
"Serena is right..." the Professor mumbled. He looked down and his pants and
scrunched them in his palm. "Only if I was there, only if we were both there,
you would have been safe. This wouldn't of happened." His crying was silent,
his light sobs were the distinctive trait of his crying. I couldn't take them
blaming themselves, I wanted to scream at them that I was to blame, that I was
the one who acted out of impulse. And then I gave into impulse again.
"You guys did nothing wrong! You had no idea Lysandre was coming, nobody did!
You can't blame yourself because you weren't there! We all thought he was dead,
did you guys really expect him to survive and come back and find me!" Tears ran
down my cheeks as I clenched my teeth. They both stopped crying in that moment,
only sniffles filled what was once their crying. "It's all on me because I was
there at that exact moment, not you two! It was only me and Lysandre, he had
his intentions from the start, everything that happened is caused by me and
him! Not you..."
"But Calem," Serena tried to respond.
"No Serena, there is nothing you can say to change that fact! Just leave it as
that! It was how we both acted, not you two!" My gasps for air became louder,
the shaking of my body could be heard in them. I pulled my knees into my head
despite the pain. I cried into them, soaking the covers that muffled me. Serena
then grabbed the hand wrapped around my knees and held it tightly. It wasn't
tight like when she hugged people out of passion, it was like the soft hugs out
of remorse. I kept crying, my shouts loud as could be. I heard the door close
and I felt like I could cry without being ashamed. I have never cried this
much, not since my dad left me when I was little. I swore I would never let
this side of me, but I couldn't stop it. I tightened my hand around Serena's as
much as I could. I packed myself up tighter in my knees. I couldn't contain my
frustration anymore, for too long I've let it sit inside me, buildings its
wall. Serena let go off me, her hand melting away slowly, allowing mine to form
a tight fist. I was embraced tightly by the Professor, his arms around my lower
back. My eyes rested on his shoulder, my right arm over his shoulder. I pounded
my fist into his back, the rage I felt controlling my body but the pain I felt
controlled my feelings. "I'm so stupid! I'm so fucking stupid!" I screamed to
his legs.
"Calem, you aren't stu-" the Professor tried to express quietly. I grabbed his
purple shirt in my fist, and shoved my forehead against his. I opened my tear
filled eyes and looked into his light blue eyes.
"I am! Why don't you get it yet! I AM!" I yelled in his face. The rage I had
couldn't be drowned by the Professor. "Don't you see? Don't you see everything
wrong with me?" I asked him, my rage growing. "You're Professor Augustine
Sycamore, of course you see." The Professor held onto me tighter, his fingers
digging into my sides.
"We're human Calem, we all have impurities, this world will never be perfect
because we aren't perfect ourselves," the Professor told me. Perfect World?
Those words hummed in my head, my focus solely on them. I then realized the
world was not perfect, there could be no such thing. I remembered my entire
trip, everything I did. Lysandre wanted a perfect world, and the Professor...
he told me he didn't agree. It was more than just being morally wrong to kill
all that oppose, but there is no definition of true perfection. Lysandre was
trying to make a world that couldn't exist, he wasn't perfect himself. We are
all human, we all make mistakes but everything we do won't always help. I
understood what Lysandre wanted, there could be no mistakes, no wrong, only
some sort of good.
"I understand what Lysandre wanted," I mumbled, "if there were only perfection
we wouldn't have any mistakes, only right. Lysandre wanted some purity to this
world, but he wasn't doing it correctly. He wasn't being true to his ultimate
goal, he showed that his own goal was impossible. I understand there will never
be any such thing as perfection in this world, in this universe." The words
came out of my mouth suddenly. How could I just say I understood what he truly
wanted? Did I over assess my own actions, actions of others, and of my
surroundings? No, I didn't. Serena and the Professor seemed about my response,
their eyes locked on each other. I could hear the Professor mumble to Serena,
"That's why he didn't respond for so long." I was confused by what he said.
Answer? Nobody tried to even talk to me. I was assessing the situation again,
my mind trying to find answer when the Professor held me tighter. His embrace
broke my thoughts again. All I know is I wanted to drop the conversation,
forget everything about it.
"I wanna stand up," I told the Professor. I made the conversation irrelevant at
the moment at an attempt to function properly. The Professor grabbed my wrists
as I slowly slid my feet down to the cold ground. My knees straightened as he
stood up still trying to hold me. My legs felt weak, like if I didn't have help
I would fall. I could feel them shaking as I tried to stand up fully. Serena
rushed over and moved my I.V. pole towards my side. I tried to find stability
in myself, looking for balance. The Professor slowly let go of me, when most of
my support faded I quickly grabbed onto the pole. I held onto it tightly and
tried to stand up straight. I kept falling but I wasn't going to allow that to
stop me. Several attempts later, the Professor wasn't going to allow me to keep
going, he didn't want to take the chance of me hurting myself.
"Calem, you need to stop, you're going to hurt yourself," he told me.
"No, I want to keep trying!"
"Calem, I agree with the Professor, you gotta stop," Serena said. I kept trying
to stand up straight with all of my energy. I felt like they were treating me
like a kid, I've grown I know my limits. The Professor knew I grew from my
adventure but he thought I was still immature when I wanted to prove a point.
While I was struggling, the Professor picked me up bridal style and held me
close to his chest.
"Let go of me!" I stammered and I flailed my body in his arms. I kicked my legs
and pushed away from his arms but his grip was tight and I was weak.
"Calem stop struggling," he said in a monotone. I kept struggling to get free
and stand on my own, I didn't need someone to help me, I didn't need to be
held. My movements became more desperate as I tried to break free when the
Professor violently shook me one time. Once, one time was all it took. I
stopped struggling and looked like a little baby in his arms. He held me
against his chest, his heart ringing in my ears. He walked around the room
slowly, his arms swaying. I had just now noticed how big the room was, and the
bed besides the wall closest to me. The way the Professor held me, the way he
slowly walked, it was all so calming to me. I let out a sigh as I smiled,
sincerely happy despite the constant reminder of what happened to me, of what
he walked in on. He looked at me, his eyes and smile looking as sincere as my
happiness. I shut off my IV and detatched the cables going to the tubes in my
arms. The Professor looked at me in surprise and panic, rushing over to the
wires.
“I want to be free for just a few minutes, I want you to carry me as far as you
want,” I sighed cheerfully. The Professor then swayed his body with mine and,
carried me around the room, almost as if he was waltzing. As we glided across
the room Serena moved anything in the way so we could move freely. His small
steps were joined with spins as the world twirled around us. I wrapped my arms
around his body and giggled softly. His lips grazed my hair softly, and then he
landed a kiss on the top of my head. My arms grappled around him tighter as the
words “I love you” escaped my mouth. The Professor held me against him tighter
as we looked out at the twilight sky together, our laughter joined with more
spinning. Even if my body did hurt, I loved him too much for him to let me go.
Our giggles echoed in the room until door slammed open, light coming from the
open hallway. His head shot up quickly, eyes were no longer fixed on the smile
on my face. Instead, my face dropped as I was held as tightly as possible, the
Professor’s face masking everything it could.
***** Chapter 4 *****
“I told you not to contact me or come near Calem, did I not?” the Professor
lead sternly. My eyes skirted around the room looking for Serena, fear filled
me.
“Serena…” I gasped softly. She must have left before he arrived… is she okay?
In that very moment sirens roared to life, red mixing with the light of the
room and hallway.
“You didn't worry about your safety at all, let alone his did you?” his voice
slithered out, “staying in an unsecure part of the hospital, I think Professor
Augustine Sycamore and the brat Champion could get a private room.” He was
trying to tempt us to fight him, he knew about us and wanted to use that
against us. His footsteps echoed and buzzed in my ears as he got closer to me
and the Professor, my fear growing in my stomach. His eyes gleamed at the sight
of my fear, he was hungry for my pain. “Augustine… why must you fight me?”
The Professor backed away slowly when he was getting too close for comfort, his
hand just inches from my face.
“Lysandre, leave,” the Professor gritted through his teeth. We were backed into
the wall by Lysandre who was now even closer. I felt something against my hand,
something cold. I felt the object and realized that the letters made the word
“Emergency”. My eyes shot wide and I murmured my plan to distract Lysandre to
the Professor, his head bobbed in agreement. I slowly brushed my hand over the
small button and jammed it quickly, a loud noise piercing from our room.
Footsteps banged from both ends of hall when the Professor suddenly dashed out
of the room. We broke out into the hall as employees rushed at us, the cold
hospital chilling me to the bone. He took a sharp turn and ran down another
hall looking at the eyes of patients looking at us brightly.
“Professor!” I yelled, but was quickly cut off by the sound of him shushing me.
His head moved from left to right as his lab coat floated behind him. The
Professor ran into an office room and slammed the door behind him, locking it
quickly. He ran to a desk and shoved me under and joined me several seconds
after, pulling me next to him as his body shook. I wrapped my arms around him
tightly and looked at him deeply. “I'm gonna be okay, you will be too. Please
don't worry, we'll make it from this I promise, he won't find us.” I whispered
calmly to him as his eyes shook. He couldn't respond, his cool personality was
stripped away and left him with pure cold fear. I pressed my lips against him
as softly as I could, assuring him that I
am perfectly fine and that nothing could get us here. His hands rested on my
back as his breathing slowed and hallowed, my lips pulling from his. I rested
on his shoulder while he rubbed my back slowly, my eyes fluttering to stay open
until they could no longer stay open.
--- I woke up again in a hospital room, much different than the one I was in
before. It was around 10 PM when I woke up. I looked over the room and saw that
it was much bigger than my other room. It was like a small apartment with a
bathroom, kitchen area, and a “living area”. The Professor was slumped comfy in
the chair next to me, it was a high class recliner made of brown leather. I
pushed myself up and tried to sit up. The bed I was in was much larger than
before, almost as if was made for two people, but there was a small mattress on
the ride side of me.
“Calem?” the Professor questioned. I looked over to him, still tired from the
events few days prior. For that split moment we were looking into each others’
eyes in the dark. The lamp that I didn't notice next to him came to life, as if
it was a spotlight on him. “Is there anything wrong?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“How are you feeling then?” he asked.
I nodded with a shrug.
“Well is there anything you want?”
I sat there for a moment thinking about it. I then nodded again. “Can you rub
my back?” I asked quietly. The Professor let the rail down slowly and sat on
the side of the bed. I lowered myself down to face him, closing my eyes slowly.
The Professor slowly touched my back, rubbing my spine slowly. I sighed, the
way he touched me made me feel amazing, in a way that relaxes you. Several
minutes pasted by with silence as I relaxed even more.
“I don't really feel any pain, I mean I feel some, and I feel really groggy,” I
slurred out.
“They put you on some newer medicine to relieve the pain. I told them to
increase the dosage, you seemed like you were in a lot of pain,” the Professor
replied.
“Well, when you have a man two times bigger than you beating the tar out of
you, there will probably be a lot of pain,” I said sarcastically. The room was
left with silence again as he iust rubbed my back. “Hey,” I mumbled.
“Yes Calem?” he answered.
“Do you think you could get them to let me shower tomorrow?” I asked. He
giggled.
“I'll try my best, but if I can I'll get you some proper clothes from your
room,” he said, “and we can get you out of this dress.”
I smiled.
After a long period of rubbing my back, the Professor slid down next to me and
held me close to his side. He had one leg perched up with the other one laying
flat as he played with my hair. He did get up on moment to shut off the light,
but besides that we stayed put the rest of the night.
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