Title: In perpetuum
Authors: vkdemon and karomeled
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: supernatural, implications of suicide, mystery
Ship: Sebastian/Dave
Summary: AU, ghost!Dave. Set in 2039.
AN: Inspired/accompanied by a photoset found on my tumblr at vkdemon.
Our other OTPs have awesome ghost!fics so we thought, hey, Sebofsky needs one too!
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The first time Sebastian sees him is exactly a week since his parents moved in the old, mundane house in at uptown of the Lima, Ohio dragging him into small town boredom from the glamor of Paris.
He freezes, half bent over his desk in search of a pen as the transparent silhouette flickers through his room in Letterman jacket and backpack, looking all the stereotypical jock and then disappears into the wall without even a glance in his direction.
Sebastian blinks rapidly and stares at the spot where the figure faded for a good minute before shaking his head and turning his lamp off. He flops on the bed not even bothering to change into pajamas and swears solemnly to never study past 2am again.
But the second time happens in the light of day and the shimmering form cannot be blamed on lack of sleep anymore.
"What the hell?!" Sebastian gasps, following the ghost with wide eyes as it once again makes its way through his room. A ghost. He has a freaking ghost in his bedroom. Expect that the figure already had the time to disappear again and Sebastian is left gaping numbly at wall, a part of him wondering if his going crazy.
***
It would be a swell explanation. He had a lot of stress recently, the moving, new school, football team and the position in the show choir leaving him barely enough time to breath. That must be it- his brain is overloaded with crap and rebels by sending him a creepy reminder about his responsibilities. Sebastian nods to himself pouring coffee into his mug. He puts the dish on the tray next to his dinner and shuts the microwave sighing over quality of food he's shoving in himself lately. His parents were never ones to cook at home -or even make sure the fridge was full for that matter- but at least in Paris he could go out to the first itsy bitsy restaurant he laid his eyes on and dine there. The one time he checks out Breadstix scared him away from ever trying to eat out again.
He stops before his room and takes a deep breath, chastising himself for the little hesitation.
It's all in your head, for fuck's sake. He grits his teeth and pushes the door open. They slide smoothly revealing dark inside. Sebastian balances the tray on his forearm and gropes over the wall in search for the light switch. The lamp flickers a little and Sebastian convinces himself that no, he absolutely does not feel uneasy.
The boy sets his food on his desk and drops on the chair, determined to flood any thoughts of ghost and such stupidity in the sounds of some show or movie. He turns on his laptop, fork stirring the meal with his other hand and waits for the matrix to light up. A millisecond before the logo pops out on the screen, he catches a glimpse of him, behind his back.
Sebastian sucks in a breath and swirls on his chair around to see the boy with a backpack passing by his bed, again without any sign that he acknowledges Sebastian's presence. The transparent silhouette is steps away from the wall in which he'll surely disappear as usual. Sebastian jolts from his seat without thinking.
"Wait!"
The boy stops and turns slowly until his eyes connect with Sebastian's. Sebastian swallows against the tightening feeling in his throat, shuddering a little when the piercing gaze doesn't leave him for even a blink.
"W-what are you doing here?" He manages finally.
The ghost cocks his head as if Sebastian asked the dumbest question possible and answers with a shrug of his transparent shoulders. "I'm going to school. Have a practice today," he says and fades in the air.
Sebastian's knees give up and he flops down on his chair. He wipes the sweat off his forehead with a shaking hand.
So much for a small town boredom.
***
Sebastian would like to say he slept in his room that night, but, really, he can't. In fact, sneaking out to a guest room every evening became a sort of a habit. He isn't sure if he really conversed with supernatural being or if he's just going insane but he has no interest in getting an opportunity to find out.
Besides, ever since he lowered the time spent in his room to bare minimum, the boy didn't show up once. Sebastian grew relaxed and-
"Holy fuck!"
A glass falls to the ground, splattering his drink over the floor. The shimmering figure of a boy his age moves through corridor, past Sebastian, and there's not even a twitch to betray he noticed Sebastian's shivering form.
"Hey!" He yells after the ghost. "You're not supposed to go out of that room!"
"Geez. Don't sneak up on people." The ghost slaps a hand over his heart as he turns toward Sebastian. "Why is the world out to keep me from going to school?"
Sebastian licks his lips, fighting against his suddenly dry mouth. The thing talks. To him. He clears his throat. "Are you going to roam around the whole house now?" He asks wincing at how timid his voice sounds. "Why are you out of my room?" He repeats.
"Room? You alright man? This is my way to school. I have to go to school." The boy flickers into a bit more opacity.
"Are are nuts?" Sebastian snaps and part of him thinks that question is more meant for him. He straightens himself off the wall and points at the door of his room, voice fraught with anger. "This isn't school! You're... you're hunting my house, you prick." The words sound more ridiculous out loud than in his mind.
"H...haunting? Like a ghost?" The boy flickers as his face fall. "But I don't want to die."
Sebastian scoffs. "Good for you. I doubt you can die twice." He's aware that angering the paranormal creature is not the way to go, but the guy... the thing... was fucking with him for weeks. Sebastian smiles cruelly.
"No, that's not right. I don't want to die." The boy flickers and his clothing changes from the letter man to a suit, there are red marks around his throat. "But, I don't want to die."
Sebastian feels a cold gust of air lick past his neck. He shivers as the atmosphere in narrow hall seems to grew claustrophobically dense. "Y-you're dead. You're already dead," he forces the words out.
"NO!" The boy screams as tears fall from his eyes and then he's gone.
Sebastian breathes out heavily, leaning on the wall. It takes him a moment to convince his legs to move again. He inches away from the cursed part of the house and spends the whole night in the living room.
