Rated M to be safe

Warning: This story includes violence and slightly sexual content, do not read if you aren´t mentally ready for this

I don´t own Disney or Fillmore

(obviously because if i did there would be around a hundred more episodes...26 it´s so sad)

(and i´d be rich af)

No, i didn´t take my time to write this, i didn´t take my time to search just the right words. I watched a forgotten yesterday and my idea of Fillmore returning to the dark side just made me write. I KNOW, who the fuck is still watching Fillmore, but a month ago a german youtube chanal uploaded all episodes of Fillmore in an amazing quality and the episodes have so so much views, The first episode almost 400.000 in a month, so i guess this show was even more popular here than in the US because the (bad quality) youtube episodes have only a few thousand views in English. So sad, this show is amazing.

But i know this fandom is pretty little and old.

Why did i write this in english? I´ve got my final exams this year and i want to practice. Sorry for the bad gramma, sloppy chosen words and easy sentences, no native speaker and one of the first fan fictions i ever wrote (AND FINISHED, i started about a thousand)

Enjoy anyways (If anyone is ever gonna read this...)

Note: In my fan fiction, the officers are in last years of high school age, around 17 (not hard to imagine, they could be the same age in the show...so adult like) but still at X, it just changed into a high school somehow, bra abracadabra. Why? You will see. It´s rated M, little hint. But don´t be to exited, you are going to hate me soon :D

„It was a mistake to give him this case" i was walking through Vallejo s office. The junior commissioner waved my worries aside. „Fillmore is a big boy. He knows what he is doing Ing." I looked to the ceiling. He doesn´t understand. Why has everyone be so blind? „But the way he talks to me is different, even in the HQ. He seems bugged by me and slightly aggressive." i shook my head. There is something wrong with my partner. No one in the patrol has noticed so far. They all think it´s just his undercover case. Fillmore didn´t show up in the HQ the whole day so i decided to visit him after school.

Joelle opened the door and smiled relieved. „Oh Ingrid, so nice to see you darling. Come in" She closed the door after me and sighed.

„Or son is behaving so strange lately...the way he used to be when he was delinquent. I just..." tears started to fill her eyes. „I don´t want him to become like this again."

I also sighed as well. „We´re on a case where he has to play an undercover agent at a criminal gang. But i guess he forgot about his job. He hasn´t been in the HQ for two days now and totally ignores me in school. Always hanging out with the bad kids. Doing illegal stuff"

I remembered this morning when Fillmore forced a kid to give him his money. Laughing, joking around. „But maybe he is just very good undercover. I don´t know. Can i talk to him?" Joelle nodded. „He´s in his room. I know he likes you Ingrid. He will listen to you. At least i hope this." I went upstairs and knocked on his door. No music was playing and I didn´t want to surprise him. No answer.

I carefully opened the door. Fillmore was smoking at the open window! I was totally speechless. He hated smoking, so did I. „Ah shit close the door!" he hissed and looked at me angry. „Want my dad to kick me out for smoking in the house?" That made me angry. What does he think he is? „What´s wrong with you Fillmore? That isn´t you! Stop smoking! You are supposed to be an undercover agent and not join the club again!" My partner smiled.

„No one tells me what to do. Safety Patrol has always been lame. I forgot where the real fun happens. Now if you don´t plan to strip for me you can leave sweet thang" That sentence made me even more speechless. And sad. His eyes traveling down my body made me want to vomit in his bed.

That bed where i sat on a hundred times to talk with him about deep shit, disbosom my heart and soul. And now this guy that i trust so deeply looks at me like my sports teacher when we have to do squats. „Aren´t we best friends? How can you talk to me like that Fillmore!" I tried to suppress the tears and starred angry at him. Fillmore rolled eyes. He came a bit closer. I could smell the smoke better when he stubbed out his cigarette out on his stone table.

„I´ve found better friends but..." His one hand grabbed me around the waist, the other cupped my chin „I don´t mind if we stay in touch" He underlined „touch" in a dirty way, held me tighter and pushed my chin up to look into his eyes. It was mean. He is a pretty guy. I´ve dreamt of him touching me that way. But not like this. So i couldn´t do anything but starring in his paralyzing gaze.

Then, his hand traveled down and squeezed my butt. immediately, I slapped him on the cheek and uncaged myself. I ran out of the room, downstairs, far away as possible. Tears were steaming down my face in records. I hearded his mum calling after me, but i just ran. It wasn´t a far distance to my house but i was totally out of breath arriving there. What just happened? That wasn´t the Fillmore i know.

Being so...dirty and aggressive. I got home and shut the door behind me, leaning at the wall to calm down my breath. Ariella came out of the living room and looked at me worried. „What´s wrong Ingrid? Holy shit did you cry?" I bite my lip. Maybe i was just...overacting? He didn´t rape me or something. It was just a touch. And he is my best friend. She would laugh and tell me finally we got a bit closer. Finally we got a little touchy. „I just had...a really bad day...strange things happened" I beamed a fake smile. She still didn´t looked like she believed me.

„What about if i cook something, I´m really in a cooking mood." Awkwardly i stepped in the kitchen and started searching for ingredients. My family loved Fillmore. Like a son and brother. They would never believe me. I barely believe myself. While the noodles cooked, I reached for my talkie. Maybe I caught him masturbating. Maybe he had a really strange day. „Fillmore?" I looked at the talkie, waiting for an answer. It stayed quiet.

I had a bad night. Really bad. Almost no sleep, my partner was in my thoughts all the time. What if i had stayed? Would he had continued touching me? Would he had kissed me? F...fucked me? My mouth got dry. After all not a bad thought, but his attitude horrified me. Leave if you don´t plan to strip for me...His hungry creepy gaze... If the Fillmore from a week ago had tried to kiss me and touching me, I guess i would have let him. But his new way...or do i just imagine all this? Even Vallejo told me i shouldn't worry... The door to the HQ was open and everyone was there. Except for my partner. Vallejo came up to me.

„Morning Third. There is a note on your table from Fillmore, it´s his handwriting. He must bought it here very early, the HQ was locked when i found it, but you know, he has a key." A note? Exited and a bit nervous, i opened the envelope. There was a plain piece of paper in it „11 o´clock, storage room 5G. Come alone" I read out loud. What does he want? Excuse himself? Getting more touchy? A shiver went down my spine. I had slapped him. „You look horrified Third." Vallejo looked worried at me. I swallowed and tried to calm myself. „I´m just worried if there are any problems..." my voice sounded study, good. The junior commissioner smiled.

„Ah don´t worry he just wants to tell you everything he has found out. These are good news. All your worries have been unnecessary." He padded my shoulder and left. More nervous than ever, i constantly checked the time, keeping my thoughts down. Fillmore is my best friend. He will just give me and update on this case. It´s an undercover. Finally, it was almost 11 and i started walking to the room on the paper. It was in the north wing, in a not very used part of the school.

My hands started to shake a bit. Should i have asked for backup? It´s just Fillmore, i tried to calm myself. MY BEST FRIEND. I arrived at the room and took a long breath before opening the door. It was dark in here, just a bit of daylight from the very small windows above the shelves lighting the room. I shut the door and leaned at a shelf, looking around me. My hole body was shaking, i did´t even knew why. Something was so wrong in this whole situation.

„Hello officer"

I almost jumped and turned around, seeing Fillmore behind me. He was dressed in a black leather jacket, pretty unusual. My breath got caught in my throat when i heard a sound behind me. I spun around and saw some other dudes step outside of the dark. Three strong guys i´ve never seen before and Soony. They all smiled very creepy and i took a step back, my face full of with pure fear. I stepped right into Fillmore, who grabbed my underarms with a hard grip.

„ Nah nah officer you want to leave so soon"

he whispered in my ear. At this point, my calm side was totally lost. I tied to free myself, kicked, scratched, using all techniques Fillmore had taught me.

A few years ago he held me in similar grip for lessons and i hit him a little bit freeing myself. „Ouch!" i remember him saying and me being worried. „Oh sorry Fillmore" He smiled at me, than looked serious. „Don´t be. Promise me, whenever someone is holding you like this, don´t care if you hurt him while freeing yourself. Your safety is the most important. Promise?" I remember his warm smile, his deep look in my eyes and his worried face. As if losing me or him seeing me in pain was the worst thing that could happen. As if this could break his heart.

Now his eyes are cold. My safety is the most important. You said it yourself Fillmore. But...i can´t hurt him. Not him. „Would you stop fighting slut" My best friend (are these words still fitting?) pushed me on the wall, still with a hard grib on my wirsts. My head hit the wall and everything started spinning. „And now..." His harsh voice was soft and gamy again. One of his hands traveled to the inner side of my leg. „No! Plea..." I whispered, my tears were starting to stream down my cheeks, there was no power left to push him away, my words were caught in my throat.

„Where is the key to Folsom office sweety?" His hand reached my panties. „It´s Friday, and this week it´s your turn to clean up there." All he wants is the key? But why? His fingers found their way under my panties and i couldn´t take anymore of this. I spit into Fillmore's face and pushed his hand away, stumbling to the door. My head was blank. One of the guys punched me back at the wall, my knees felt weak and i could barely stand, beeing totally broken and pressed me to the wall with his body, touching my wet cheek. "F...fill...fillmore...p...please"

No i love Fillmore. He is such an amazing person and totally out of character in this chapter, don´t worry. I don´t know why i had to make him bad again...one of my favorite episodes is a forgotten yesterday and i always wondered what could have happened if he was a little bit gangster again...

BUT I PROMISE YOU A HAPPY FILGRID ENDING

PEACE AND CRACKES