After Soldiers Bridge
It is a first season story about Duncan & Richie and of course Tessa.
Warning / Spanking of atTeenager in later chapter's
Richie had witnessed the fight and the Quickening at Soldiers Bridge.
The boy had heard them talk. He wasn't able to understand all but some of it.
He had understood that they had discovered him behind the bushes and then also talked about him. Sir Lancelot had asked Macleod, "what about the boy? He'll need watching Duncan!" And Macleod had answered "I know, I will".
For Richie was clear, that he didn't want to wait around anymore.
He run and only stopped when he was sure that he wasn't followed. He went to one of his favourite hangouts a little very cheap diner. He bought a sandwich and a coffee and sat down. What should he do? He was in a bad situation and it got worse. His latest foster family had moved in another state two months ago and had left him alone.
He was out with his friend and when he came back in the evening the apartment was cleared out and his belongings were in his suitcase next to the door of their apartment.
He was staying at the moment for some days with Garry's family and had told them that his foster family was out of town for a week. He had to leave them soon. Garry's father had told him already that he could not stay any longer and he would inform the social department about the situation soon.
Richie was desperate. He had changed his record when he was bored at the computer lesson at school. He would be officially eighteen in some weeks but his real birthday had been some weeks ago and in reality he was just barley 15 years old. But Richie chooses to ignore that with success and lived in his dream world.
He had noticed that it worked when Powell interrogated him. Powell had not noticed that the record was changed. He would be free in some weeks. He didn't want to have another foster family. He would live on the street again for the rest of time no problem.
But he needed a job and an apartment. He could not officially rent yet but he had to stay somewhere. If he stayed together with other street kids it was not easy to avoid the police and the social workers.
The warehouse would be probably a good idea, Richie thought. The one the Macleod's had their sparing session. He had noticed that there was no alarm system and it was end of May so he did not need a lot for the time being. Decision made. He went to Garry's family and told them, that his foster family was in town again and he would go back tonight.
Richie settled down in Macleod's warehouse. He was intrigued with Macleod and felt a weird connection. He wanted to know more about the man even he was a scary one. Every day he had stopped by the antique store but it was always closed. After a week he stopped and thought that they maybe would be back in another week. He would be back again. Once he had seen Sir Lancelot Macleod come out of the store but he had left without noticing him. And this was all right for Richie then he thought that this one was as dangerous as the antique store owner.
Ten days after the fight at Soldiers Bridge Duncan and Tessa were back from the island. Duncan had talked with Tessa about the little thief and told her that he had witnessed all.
Tessa was not enthusiastic about Duncan's plan to let him work off his debt to them and to offer him a job. She wanted nothing to do with his social project but knowing Duncan she would let him. The boy would be eighteen years old in some weeks and he probably would not want to work for them after his debt was paid and would leave.
Conner had promised to make a background check on the lad. Duncan found the material on his office desk. Duncan sat down and studied the information. It was a lot more than he had expected. Conner was really good at this.
There was his rap sheet and information from the social service including some confidential reports. His social worker was a Mrs. Tyler. She was responsible for him since the boy's first foster mother Emily Ryan had died, before there was another social worker responsible for Richie. The boy had big problems to integrate into a foster family. He was in several orphanages and 15 foster families in about ten years. Not really a good or a nearly normal development, Duncan mused.
Then he noticed that there was a police search request for Richie, just a few days old. A social worker named Mrs. Harrington had found out, that the boy's former foster parents had abandoned him. They had left the state Washington two months ago. Since then the boy was living on the street.
He also found a copy of his birth certificate. Suddenly he realized that something was not correct. The boy was on his criminal record seventeen years old but on the birth certificate he was only fifteen years. This had to be reviewed yet.
Duncan read the confidential reports and he was shocked. This boy had to endure too much in such a short life. Duncan could understand why Richie had problems to fit in with some of his foster parents.
There were reports from teachers and from several hospitals about broken bones, scrapes, bruises, concussions, underweight and poor nutrition, and also suspected neglect and assumptions about mental and physical abuse.
The social worker had always reacted with just another placement. With time it got harder and harder to find a decent family for Richie because of his tantrums and his rap sheet.
It was very clear to him that Richie had a hard time the last ten years. To help him would not be easy. To gain this kid's trust would be very hard. He was sure the boy was fifteen and not nearly eighteen as Sgt. Powell had told him.
He was glad that he hadn't pressed charges against Richie. He was debating with himself if he should show this material to Tessa but in the end it was clear to him that he had to. Otherwise he had no chance to really help Richie.
After reading this material he was determined to give this pre-immortal child a permanent home for the next years. The boy needed a chance to mature and learn what a family is and means.
If possible he would adopt Richie, so it was easier when they wanted to go abroad or had to move quickly. It certainly would help Richie to believe he was a family member.
If he continued with this lifestyle he would be soon an immortal. Then he had to teach an eternal teenager. The game was hard to survive for a teenager. It was also always hard for him as a mentor when a student died.
He remembered the little drummer boy from the civil war. He wanted to take the boy in and be his mentor. Unfortunately another Immortal found him, when he had to fulfil an important task first. When he came back for him the boy was already dead.
Richie had seen all at Soldier's Bridge so he could tell him the truth. It would be possible to take care of him and the boy would be aware of the danger.
He informed Tessa about his intensions and thoughts and showed her the reports. This time she reacted with more warmth and understanding. She agreed with him that the boy needed a decent home and a real chance.
"Duncan, it should not be a problem to get the permission to become his guardian and later to adopt him. He is a difficult child and then they are more willing to approve a single parent. You are American citizen, a rich man and in a stable relationship with me.
"It will be certainly a challenge for us to parent this child but I think it is worth to try it. He needs a firm hand and strict house rules but also love and understanding. I am sure that we are able provide what he needs. But be aware that it will be more challenging for you than for me. Because you are the one to show him that we take it seriously and his actions have consequences.
You must ensure that he obeys us. We can't allow him to do criminal activities and illegal stuff in the future. His tantrums and his stubbornness and general distrust in adults will challenge us enormously. A spanking will probably be necessary from time to time.
"Oh, Tessa you're not against corporal punishment?"
"Generally I'm more against it. But I fear this kid will not be impressed only with a sermon or a lecture on proper behaviour. The line between punishment and abuse is fluent, but I'm sure that's not an issue with you.
"So you're not against a spanking from time to time", Duncan stated.
"No, he is not a tame or normal teenager on the contrary" Tessa retorted.
"So then I have to find him first and then talk to him. Then we have to accompany him to the social service and talk to his social worker. If possible I apply for the guardianship."
"Yes Duncan, it sounds like a good plan."
"Okay then I will start at his last foster home; perhaps the janitor can tell me something about Richie." That's a good idea and I will look after the store till you find him and we can act out our plan.
The next morning he checked out Richie's last address. The janitor told him that they have cleared out the apartment two months ago. He did not know where Duncan could find the boy.
This were quite disturbing news. Should he visit Sgt. Powell or the social service? No, not a good idea, he decided to try first to find the boy on his own if possible and talk to him first.
The next two days he searched for Richie but had no luck.
He had promised Tessa to go grocery shopping this morning and search this afternoon again. So he had a task and went to a mall in the middle of the town.
He wanted first to drink a coffee at Starbucks. When he had his Cappuccino he sat down and looked out of the window. Suddenly he noticed a certain red-head and saw how Richie easily facilitated a purse from a middle aged woman. Without hesitation the lad walked into the Starbucks and ordered a coffee and a sandwich.
Richie had not noticed Duncan and was shocked when someone grabbed his ear.
"Hello my little rascal." Duncan leaned down and whispered Richie in his ear, "you will give the woman's purse back."
He pulled the shocked Richie out of the Starbucks and walked towards the woman. He held him firmly at the left upper arm and made sure that he could not run away.
"Excuse me Madam, your purse fell out of your handbag. We want to give it back to you. Richie, please give her the purse back."
"Oh, I did not notice that I lost my purse, said the woman but looked suspicious at Richie. She grabbed the purse and said, "Thank you!"
"You're welcome. Have a nice day, Madam, Duncan said."
"I wish you the same and thank you again!"
Then Duncan shoved Richie back to the Starbucks and ordered two late macchiato and a sandwich and paid.
"You and I sit down and have a little talk", he told Richie. Then he bent down and whispered in his Richie ear. "Don't try to escape. If I need to come after you, I will punish you. Collect your cappuccino and sandwich. We sit down over there", Duncan ordered firmly and reinforced his strong hold on the lad's left arm.
"What the hell do you want from me you bastard", Richie asked in a hushed tone.
"I expect that you use a decent language, or we go to the rest room and I wash out your dirty mouth with soap, understood!" Richie was a bit shocked and nodded.
"What do you want from me, Macleod? I betrayed nothing, or divulged."
"Yes, I know Richie. Eat your sandwich and listen to me. This is not the right place for a quiet chat. I know that you live currently on the street and I think that is not a good thing. I must go grocery shopping yet, and you will accompany me. You're going to behave properly and do not steal or run away. Then we go back to my home and you will receive lunch. After that we will sit down together and talk about everything."
"What if I do not want to", Richie pouted and made a face.
"Then you have a big problem and Richie be aware that you will receive a spanking for your previous behaviour and for not cooperating. I hope you understand now that there is no option as to do as I tell you!"
"You forget that I will be eighteen in a few weeks. Adults don't receive a spanking and are not ordered around", Richie pointed out.
"You can be sure I do not care how old you are. You have already done enough today to earn a spanking. Understood?"
"Yeah, however it is just your opinion Macleod!"
"Richard", Duncan said in a warning tone with a raised eyebrow and a look reserved normally only for an evil immortal. "
That made an impression on Richie. He knew that this man was stronger than he was, and certainly better trained in martial arts. "Yes, Sir, I understand and I will follow your instructions as you expect me too. Please just be cool now man I will be a good boy. "
Good lad, finish your breakfast and then off we go grocery shopping!"
At the grocery store Duncan went straight for the things they needed and had a watchful eye on Richie.
Richie meanwhile was preoccupied with his own thoughts. Should he try to escape? Macleod was a tough guy and had a lot more power than he had. Macleod was attentive to his every move, Richie noticed. So it would not be easy to escape.
He had told him that they would go back to his home after the grocery shopping and he would get lunch. Richie was always hungry. Why should he reject a free lunch? Hopefully he would not be alone at home with this guy his girlfriend would probably be there too. Richie was curios if Macleod was an alien.
Duncan let Richie carry the two heavy shopping bags and took the easy third for himself.
"Hey, Macleod that's not fair! " Richie complained.
"Yes you're right, but you cannot run away so well, Duncan smirked. A little weight training is not harmful, Richie."
As the food was stored in the trunk, he held open the door to the passenger seat. "Get in", he ordered and closed the door.
"Nice car", Richie said admiringly after Duncan was in the car as well.
"Yes, I like this one too." The drive home was a silent one.
The boy looked out the window and pouted. Duncan was very much reminded of Amanda and Cory.
Once home, he parked the car. He ordered Richie to carry the bags inside. Tessa had a conversation with a customer and so he conducted Richie in the kitchen.
"You can sit down. Would you like to drink something?"
"Yes, I'd like a beer! Richie smirked.
"Well, I think this is a bit too early and it is illegal. This is not an option. How about bottled water or orange juice?"
"Then orange juice."
Duncan filled a glass and put it on the kitchen table near Richie. Richie grabbed the glass and gulped it down.
"You're welcome", Duncan said. The lack of politeness gnawed on his nerves.
Duncan busied himself with unpacking the food. When he had finished he turned around and crossed his arms over his chest.
Richie had picked up an apple without asking and started to eat it noisily.
Duncan looked the boy up and down. "Richie, you're a little dirty slob. You smell and your clothes are dirty. You need a shower!"
"It does not concern you. Leave me alone you asshole!" Richie said in an angry tone.
Duncan raised an eyebrow and looked at him sternly. "But Richard, that concerns me, because you're still a minor and in my home at the moment. You have robbed this woman, because you were hungry and you are currently living on the street. In my opinion, no child should be in such a situation."
"I do not need anyone, I can take care of myself, you fucking idiot, Richie shouted furious!"
"If you could really take care of yourself you would not live on the street, steal and do criminal or illegal stuff" Duncan stated calmly.
"You do not know me you son of a bitch. You have no right to talk to me like that asshole!" Richie yelled and put the rest of his apple on the table.
That was enough for Duncan. He pulled the boy out of the chair and led him into the empty corner of the living room and turned him towards the wall.
He told Richie: "You have to calm down before you say more things you will regret later. You stand in this corner until I tell you otherwise. Absolutely, no talking or moving around!"
Duncan let him go and stepped back. He expected Richie's next outburst because he had felt the tension and anger in the boy's body but wanted to give him a chance to control his temper.
Richie turned around and shouted even angrier. "Fuck yourself asshole; I'm not fucking five years old and you are a fucking idiot if you think I will stand quietly in this god dammed corner, hell I won't."
Duncan turned him strictly around again and led him back into the corner and held him there, so Richie was not able to move again. He leaned in and told him in a harsh and very strict tone.
"Richard, I told you at Starbucks that I expect you to use a decent language, or else I wash out your dirty mouth with soap!
If you want to prevent a spanking to convince you to stand quietly in the corner and in addition the promised one for not cooperating and stealing you do exactly what I say and now. Do you need my assistance?"
"No, Sir, I do not need your help. I give in and stand in the corner, Mr. Macleod."
"Wise decision, stand straight and put your hands on your neck and interlock your fingers and keep your elbows over your shoulders. No talking and no moving. Focus on your behaviour and attitude towards adults."
Duncan went to the kitchen because he wanted to make some tea.
Tessa came into the kitchen and said," I've seen you came in with the boy, where is he now?"
Duncan answered her in French. "He is in the living room and has to stand in the corner. You don't want to disturb him." "Why Duncan, Tessa asked curious?"
"He's a cheeky little brat and this morning he has insulted me already a few times. Now he did it in my home again. I had to put a stop to it; otherwise he will not take me seriously.
In a while I shall add some soap. I hope afterwards he remembers to use a decent language.
This morning I had a coffee at Starbucks. I watched him, as he stole a woman her purse. We gave her back the purse and I bought him a sandwich and a coffee. I forced him to come with me. This cannot go on like that. He is still a minor and in need of someone to take good care of him."
"Oh, Duncan, you're right. What are you going to do?"
"When he has calmed down, we first have a little chat. Then he will take a shower and a nap. He stinks and he is tired and grumpy. After Lunch I will lead a long and honest conversation with him.
We will proceed according our plan. That means tonight he will stay in our guest room. Tomorrow we speak to his social worker how to help Richie best.
Then I can also find out for sure if he is fifteen or seventeen. But when I really look at him then I think he is fifteen although Sergeant Powell said he is seventeen. This will be clarified later. It is not that important at the moment. As I said Tessa, I want to help him and I hope that you support me."
" Oh, Duncan, you can count on me."
"Thanks Tessa."
"Then I go back to the store and let you handle him. It looks that you do not need my help at the moment."
"No, my love, I am confident that I can manage a grumpy teenager!"
Duncan hugged Tessa and kissed and nibbled at her neck. After a few minutes, Tessa broke free from the hug and went back to the store.
Duncan took his tea in the living room and sat down on the sofa. He read the local newspaper in peace and watched Richie from time to time.
Richie had not understood a word. But he was sure that they had talked about him. That made him nervous and anxious.
From time to time he heard the paper rustle. His back and his shoulders began to hurt. He noted that Duncan left the room and he immediately changed his arm position.
This was not a good idea because Duncan was back sooner as Richie had calculated. "It seems that you really have problems to do what you're told. Turn around and look at me!"
Richie did what he wanted but Duncan could still see the lingering anger in his eyes and body.
"Now take the same position again", Duncan told him. Richie followed his instruction but very slowly.
"Now we want to do something about your dirty mouth. I warned you and I always keep my promises. Open up your mouth!" Duncan waited and Richie did not respond.
"Okay my little one, I give you three minutes to decide and open up your mouth. I will count down the minutes for you. If you don't open up your mouth you go over my knee and receive your first spanking. Then you will reassume and hold the requested position with a sore posterior and soap in your mouth. After that you shall receive the promised second spanking for not cooperate and steal. It is entirely your decision."
After this announcement Richie opened his mouth and Duncan did not have to count the minutes. Duncan placed a piece of soap in his mouth and said; "You may close your mouth again. Stand up straight and the elbows over your shoulders. Duncan corrected Richie's position a little. This position you hold!"
Duncan sat down and drank some more tea. He watched Richie constantly.
Richie felt miserably and looked down. The soap had at first only slightly prickled on his tongue and had the hated taste of lavender. Then it was getting sharper and sharper. After some minutes his tongue started to burn and then it started really to hurt. He could not swallow and he felt almost sick. The tears began to run down his cheeks.
This was the signal for Duncan that the boy had reached his limit.
He went to him and said. "You may go into the kitchen and spit the soap into the sink. However you are not allowed to rinse your mouth. Come back here and reassume your position!"
When Richie had reassumed his position to his satisfaction Duncan sat down and started to read again. From time to time he watched Richie.
For Richie it was terrible. His shoulders and his back hurt like hell and he had a bad taste in his mouth. The time stretched and stretched for him but in reality it was only ten more minutes.
"It appears that you have calmed down considerably. You may rinse your mouth. Then come and sit down in the armchair.
However, no talking allowed. Richie did what he was told and plopped down in the armchair. He turned his head away from Duncan and pouted.
"Now look at me when I talk to you." Richie lifted his head and looked at him. Duncan could see that the boy was anxious but not as defiant and rebellious as before. It was clear that the boy was not used to be disciplined in this form.
"Richie, I'm sorry I had to discipline you, but you have to curb your temper and watch your language. This behaviour brings you only in unnecessary difficulties. To behave appropriately in our society and to be polite and civilized is important; otherwise people do not take you seriously, exclude and abandon you.
Tessa and I only want to help you. But we demand that you behave respectfully and courteously towards us. You are in our home and you'll do what we tell you. If not you will be punished like a child. You behaved already disobedient enough today. So if you want to avoid a spanking then try now to be a good boy.
I tell you what will happen now. First you take a shower and I'll give you clean clothes. You seem to be a little tired and grumpy. Therefore, you will lie down on the sofa and relax till lunch.
Meanwhile I will prepare lunch. After that we will lead a long and honest conversation. I'll tell you what happened at Soldiers Bridge and why. I will inform you about my secret and trust you not to tell. After that, I expect that you will answer all my questions honestly and tell me about yourself.
Then Tessa and I will have a talk and decide together how we want to proceed further. You will be informed about our decisions. Probably tomorrow we will visit your social worker. This means that you will stay with us and sleep in our guest room tonight.
Richie, please be aware that this is not up for discussion. We will proceed in this manner. Always keep in mind that you're still a minor. We want to help you. Now you may speak if you want to."
Richie was not used that an adult showed some understanding for him and managed to talk in a strict but calm tone without yelling at him. Usually, they had beaten him up, yelled, molested, ignored, neglected or immediately deported him to the next orphanage. So far nobody wanted to help him. He felt a bit ashamed about his behaviour.
"I'm sorry that I had an outburst and that I insulted you Mr. Macleod."
"Apology accepted, Richie. So that means you take this much needed shower then. It also helps to unblock the shoulder and back tension."
"Yes, Mr. Macleod, whatever! Do I have a choice?"
"Nope, I show you the bathroom and give you some towels come on. Duncan simply took his hand and led him into the bathroom.
Soap and shampoo can be found in the shower. So, I think you need no further help. I'll leave you alone but don't forget to scrub behind your ears."
"I told you Macleod I'm not fucking five years old!
"I remember and you don't forget to speak up decently. There is always soap in our home." Duncan gave him a light tap on his posterior as a reminder and Richie yelped.
With that Duncan left him. A few minutes later he put the clean clothes in the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later the boy stood in the kitchen door with a towel around his neck.
"Mr. Macleod, may I watch TV."
"Yes, why not, I'll be right there, go into the living room and make yourself at home."
When Duncan entered the living room he noted that the boy had still very wet hair. He grabbed the towel and began to gently rub. He chided, you get sick. Next time you will rub your hair dry or blow-dry it. Richie let him and did not complain.
Then Duncan explained him briefly the TV remote control and ordered him to lie down. He took a blanket and covered Richie up with it and told him to stay put.
Richie wisely ignored this comment and started zapping happily through the TV-programs.
When lunch was ready they found Richie asleep on the sofa.
"Duncan, why do children always looking like little angels while sleeping? My mother told me, so we will not be tempted to strangle them."Duncan sat down and stroked Richie slightly several times over his back. "Wake up Richie, lunch is ready."
The boy moaned and then he stretched his muscles. "Yes, I'm coming."
A few minutes later he stood hesitantly in the entrance to the kitchen. "Come on in do not be shy", Duncan told him.
"Hi, you must be Richie; Tessa said and pulled out a chair for him. Come and sit down."
"Hi, Mrs. Noel, thank you." "You're welcome, Richie."
"I hope you like tomato salad, mashed potatoes, vegetables and fried chicken wings and for dessert we have lemon cake."
"Oh, great I like everything. I really hate broccoli and I do not see any."
"Then you are a lucky boy. We usually eat tons of broccolis every day." Tessa laughed.
Duncan shot her a dark look and Richie noticed it.
"Duncan hates broccoli also therefore you don't need to worry, Richie".
"Yes, certainly not when I am the cook", Duncan confirmed and smirked.
Tessa distributed the food and said, „if you want more do help yourself!"
The adult talked then about business and Richie was bored. After lunch Tessa had to reopen the store for the afternoon and Duncan put the leftovers in the fridge and the dishes in the dishwasher.
"Richie, I have to make some phone calls. You are allowed to watch TV, till we can start our conversation." Richie nodded, and for once Richie had no objection and went to do as he was told.
Twenty minutes later Duncan entered the living room and sat down on the sofa next to Richie. He took the remote control and switched off the TV.
Richie fidgeted and looked anxious and worried.
Don't worry Richie. I'm sure we can solve your problems and find a good solution for you. Duncan patted him reassuringly on the back. Then he changed to the armchair opposite the anxious kid.
"You can call me Duncan or Mac; it will be easier for you."
"Then I go for Mac, it is shorter." Okay, that's fine.
"Now we shall talk about what happened at Soldiers Bridge?"
"Huh, will you really tell me the truth Mac?" Richie asked.
"Sure I will, but I'm not sure if you believe me. Now, tell me first what you remember, Richie."
"I saw Sir Lancelot, you know the other vintage Macleod guy fight with the hockey-mask guy. He got deadly injured and went over the bridge. I thought he was dead. And then you started your fight with the guy and then you cut off his head.
Then I saw a white mist rise and there were suddenly some lightning and thunder and the lightning struck you. Then you have fished Sir Lancelot out from the water and pulled the knife out of his heart and he lived once again. That's it."
"I understand", Duncan said thoughtfully.
"Are you an alien, Mac?"
"No, Richie I'm not an alien I am an Immortal and 399 years old."
"Oh, you are an Immortal? How old is the oldest of your kind? Do you know him or her"; Richie asked.
"Yes, I know some old ones over two millennia's. There is a rumour about an old immortal over 5000 years but I don't know him. Sir Lancelot as you call Connor is my kinsman. His real name is Connor Macleod at the moment he uses Russell Nash. He is 484 years old and was my first Teacher".
Then he instructed Richie about Immortals and about the game. And he also demonstrated it with a cut to his arm. Richie was very fascinated about that and asked him to do it again. Duncan gave in, but told Richie that he would not do it a third time, because it would hurt him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it wouldn't!" Richie, I'm Immortal but still human, injuries and coming back hurts.
He thought that the lad had taken it pretty well, even better than Tessa some years ago.
Duncan continued. "Now you know my secret and I trust you not to tell. If you do, it would be dangerous to all of our kind and for mortals too. It is a very old secret and mortals normally don't know about us. We try to live a normal life and to blend in".
Richie was silent for a moment and then told Duncan in a sincere manner:"I will keep it a secret. I won't tell, I promise" he said solemnly.
"Thank you Richie", Duncan added.
"Huh, Mac, this Slan would he have killed me when he had won the challenge?"
"Yes, he would have and Tessa too, so it was not an option to lose this fight".
Richie then fell silent after a lot of question about immortality and Connor.
"Well I think it's time for a pause, Richie. Do you want some tea? Yeah, why not, I guess you won't offer me a beer, Richie joked.
"Nope, but you want another slice of that lemon cake? You seemed to like it."
"Great, I love lemon cake", Richie exclaimed.
Duncan just smirked and went into the kitchen. When Duncan returned to the living room with a tray he saw, that Richie was sitting on the sofa with his knees drawn up to his chest, folded arms and head on top of them lost in thoughts. Richie looked like a little lost kid in this position.
Duncan put the tray down on the coffee table. He sat down next to Richie and rubbed circles in his back in a comforting manner.
Duncan noticed that Richie was not used to be comforted. But the boy obviously needed it and therefore he let Duncan do it for a while. Suddenly Richie sat up straight. That was Mac's signal to stop. He said, "So, now you're feeling better! Enjoy your cake."
"Thank you", Richie said with a shy glance at Mac and he not only meant the tea and cake.
"You're welcome, Richie." Duncan let the boy in peace for some time and just sipped at his tea and watched him.
Richie, now I would like to know a little bit more about you."
Richie felt uncomfortable. He didn't like to talk about himself and it showed on his face and in his eyes, easy to see for Duncan.
"I will ask you some questions Richie, if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. Just feel free to say so but I expect you to be honest with me! Okay?"
"Yes", Richie said. "What you want to know Mac", the teenager asked curious.
"Richie, how old are you, Sergeant Powell told me you are seventeen."
"Do you expect the Police to not tell the truth?" Richie asked.
Now, Duncan was sure Richie was only fifteen but let that go for the moment. The boy was really evasive.
"When your foster parents left why didn't you go to your social worker? She or he is supposed to take care of you."
"She hates me and I wanted out. I really have enough." I don't need parents anymore; I can take care of myself.
Duncan wisely did not react to that comment this time. He didn't want Richie to hold back with his opinion. It was obvious that this was only Richie's idea.
"When did you drop out of school, Richie?"
"Just before my last foster parents deserted me, they took me out of school. They thought I should work for my keep, because I was nearly eighteen. But I didn't care about school, so it was okay. I never liked it. It was just boring for me. I never had good grades; it never mattered to my caretakers."
Duncan found this statement odd, he would think about it later.
"How did you survive the last months, Richie?"
"Well, I tried to find a job, but it was not easy because I had no graduation. I didn't find a good job that could guarantee a good life. I did odd jobs here and there that I could at least eat. If I couldn't find a job, I had to go through the house waste or steal money or food where I could.
Sometimes I could stay with friends for a day or two. But I often slept in a park or in a deserted warehouse. It is early summer and the weather this year isn't so bad. Because I need money so I decided to be a thief again. I wanted to rent an apartment with eighteen. So you see I needed the money. Your antique store was a good opportunity."
"Who has trained you to be a thief?"
"One of my latest foster fathers, he was a thief and impostor. He just took me in for the extra money and to do the jobs in tight spaces. I was with him about eight months, but he was not the first one who made me steal and trick out people."
"Why you became an orphan and how old were you?"
"My mother died when I was five years old. The last ten years I spent in foster homes or orphanages. No one wanted me or helped me. I had no luck with my caretakers. I've learned to look for myself and I am relying on no one. So it is best for me. I do not need parents anymore."
Duncan thought, so he is still only fifteen. He did not respond to the fact that the boy had given away his real age without even noticing it.
"What do you do when you are eighteen? How will you finance your life without criminal activities? I do not think you'd like to go to jail."
"I want to be a professional motorbike rider. So I'll earn enough money and I will be famous."
"So everything is better when you are eighteen. Then you need no one and you can regulate everything alone."
"Yeah sure, I'm not stupid."
"No, of course not, but without a degree from high school life is often harder to master. You should think about it and try at least to pass the GED.
"Okay, I'll think about it."
"That's something. So that is enough knowledge for me at the moment. Tessa and I will now have our talk and then determine how to proceed. You stay here in the living room. You can watch TV or read. We have a small library in the guest room."
"Oh, I would rather watch TV."
"I'll see you later. Tessa and I will inform you about the outcome and then we will have dinner."
It was almost five and Tessa decided to close the store when Duncan asked whether the discussion can take place now or must be postponed.
"Well, Duncan, what did you find out?"
"I assume that he is only fifteen years old. He told me that his mother died when he only was five years old and the last ten years he stayed in several foster homes and orphanages.
He was very evasive about his age. He said that the police officer was honest, therefore he is seventeen. He stressed that he can take care of himself and no one needs. He had enough of foster parents and social workers.
The tenor was if he is eighteen years old, everything is better. He will be a famous motorbike rider and will earn enough money.
As long as he isn't eighteen years old, he cannot find a job that provides enough for his life. He has to steal because he needs the money. With eighteen he wants to rent an apartment. This is his plan."
Tessa smirked. "Well, the little boy imagines his future so very colourful. This alone shows that he's only fifteen. I assume that he does not want to go to school. Am I right, Duncan?"
"That's right."
"Could you explain what happened at Soldier's Bridge and why?"
"Yes, he took it surprisingly well.
Tessa he is a pre-Immortal and that scares me. Teenagers have no good chance to survive this game. He is curious and reckless and has a knack to bring himself in dangerous situations."
"Then you have to watch and protect him Duncan. He needs you now as his guardian and surrogate Dad and as a mentor later. Yes, I would like too, but what is best for him."
"Duncan, we always wanted a child. Maybe this is our chance. He knows your secret, and he needs parents. That is so clearly visible."
"Yes, Tessa, he needs parents. But are we the right ones?"
"Why not we would be good parents, I am convinced. I have listened in on your conversation and I was impressed how you've mastered it."
"Tessa it will not be easy to integrate Richie and to take good care of him. He has many problems and is defiant and stubborn. He has to learn what a family is and means and how to behave in general."
"If we act from the start as a unit, then it will be easier for him and us. It requires strict house rules and a strict and firm hand. It will be hard on us but we can be what he needs, Duncan.
We will talk with his social worker and you will fill out an application for guardianship", Tessa said.
"Yes, I will tomorrow arrange an appointment with Richie's social worker. We will see what happens, Duncan retorted.
However Duncan, I feel that Richie should agree. Otherwise it is meaningless and we cannot help him."
"I am not sure about that. It is not he, who can decide. He is still a minor and I'm not sure if it would not be too much for him and he does not know us yet." Duncan said.
"Duncan, if he don't want to stay with us, it will be very hard to help him. We really should discuss it with him before you make an application for guardianship", Tessa retorted.
"Then we should now discuss this with Richie, I hope it is not a mistake, Tessa."
Tessa and Duncan entered the living room together and this time Richie turned off the TV immediately.
He looked at them tense and nervous.
"Well Richie, Duncan and I have spoken about your situation.
We believe that you need a decent home, at least until you're eighteen years old. But normally, children need a little longer until the required autonomy and financial independence is a given and that will not be any different with you.
Duncan and I would like to take you in as our foster child. Tessa explained to Richie. We feel that every child needs parents and support and you too Richie. You are no exception."
"But since you already had so many foster parents and it did not work out for you, we want that you agree to stay with us before we talk to your social worker. Then I will fill out the necessary application for guardianship if your social worker supports it. But without your consent, it is meaningless and we cannot help you", Duncan stated.
"We also do not know whether Duncan's application is accepted or not Richie", Tessa declared.
"However the following things will be important for you to know before your decision, Duncan stated.
We promise you that we will try to do the right thing and treat you fairly and correctly.
We will treat you how we like to be treated. That means with dignity, respect and understanding.
We will not beat you up. No yelling and no abuse.
If you do not obey us in important matters or you do criminal or illegal stuff again and we notice it, you will however receive a spanking and house arrest. We will not let you make foolish errors or dangerous things.
You are too curious and too reckless for your own good and you have a knack to bring yourself in dangerous situations." Duncan said, and looked at Richie with his look only reserved for evil Immortals and Richie gulped visibly.
"If you understand and respect these demands and expectations we would like to welcome you in our home when your social worker agrees", Tessa stated.
"But Richie, it is also your decision. Take your time for this decision, you can inform us tomorrow. We now expect no answer. But you are allowed to ask, of course, all that is important for you to know. We'll try to answer honestly.
Tomorrow we will visit together social service. We will talk to your social worker. It has to happen something. You're still a minor. We can't let you go on like that", Duncan told him.
This all was definitely too much for Richie. He looked at them very angrily and furious. He started too yelled at Duncan and Tessa.
"Why do you want to mess up my life? I am soon eighteen and I do not need anyone. Do you understand I do not need a dammed and stupid social worker and certainly not you two? You are a killer and you're just a stupid woman because you love this bastard.
I do so not want to visit this fucking bitch of a social worker again. She hates me, everybody hates me. I've had enough of it! It's probably better if you kill me too. Take your sword and strike off my head you bastard. One more or less is certainly no problem for you asshole."
That was definitely enough for Duncan. He and Tessa had not expected such a tantrum. Duncan and Tessa spoke quickly in French.
"I think first he has to be calmed down and then we'll see. It was all together probably a little too much." It was a mistake to ask him to decide if he wants to stay with us. He is not an adult yet and he is overwhelmed. I will correct that, and tell him it is not any longer his decision, because he is a child."
"I agree with you Duncan. I'm sorry, I misjudged this and you were right. Should I stay or go?"
"Can you prepare dinner, my love? I take care of Richie."
The fact, that the two used French, unsettled and annoyed Richie even more. He wanted to gain attention and went off to the bookshelf. He smashed an old and valuable pitcher on the floor and continued with an even more valuable statue.
This in return caused Duncan's attention. And that was so not a good sign. To have the undivided attention from Duncan Macleod of the clan Macleod was not always a good thing. Richie would remember this evening for a long time to come. Tessa fled from the living room towards the kitchen.
"Richard, that's enough", he stated very firmly but in a calm manner. He walked over to Richie and embraced him simply.
Thus, the teenager could not move anymore. Richie tried to free himself but was not able to do it. He drummed with his fists furiously on Duncan's back, ranted and insulted him.
But Duncan let the teenager not go. He kept repeating like a mantra, "Richie calm down, it'll be all right. You are not alone and have no fear. Just calm down and breathe slowly in and out."
After ten minutes, Richie began tiring and then started to weep his knees buckled. Duncan caught him and sat down in the armchair. He moved Richie on his lap.
Richie hid his face in Duncan's chest. Duncan started to rub soothing circles in his back and murmured more reassuring words.
Half an hour later the tantrum and collapse was nearly over. Richie was very quiet now. He did not dare to move.
"So now you seem to have calmed down a bit Richie. Now look at me", Duncan demanded.
Richie did not respond because he was so desperate. Never in his life had he been so ashamed of his behaviour as just now.
Duncan noted that Richie needed more time and continued with the reassuring words and rubbed gently more soothing circles in Richie's back. Suddenly he heard Richie murmur into his chest.
"Richie, I do not understand what you say, please look at me!"
Richie was aware that he could not sit for all eternity in Mac's lap. But he was afraid what would happen after that. He was sure Duncan would spank his posterior till he was sore and could not sit down for a week or two.
He looked up and said," Mr. Macleod I must apologize, I am very sorry for how I behaved. I am ashamed. But now I cannot change it. I will not cause you any more trouble. Bring me back to social service. My social worker will then take the necessary steps and find an orphanage or a foster home for me."
"I accept your apology, Richie. You also owe Tessa a big apology later on. But it is not that simple and you know it.
It was our mistake to ask you if you want to stay with us. You are not an adult yet and it is not your decision. For that I apologize and I will correct it now.
You will stay with us if your social worker allows it and that's final. It is not an option anymore and not up for a further discussion."
"Huh, but", Richie said, but Duncan cut him off.
"You are certainly an independent child and you can take care of yourself to some degree but it is not enough to live on your own. You still need support and guidance. You cannot go on like that. Adults choose to have children, Duncan stated in a very calm manner."
Tessa sat down on the armrest and tousled Richie's hair.
She stated, "Richie, we decided to give you a chance and a home if possible. You will have to accept that, when your social worker agrees. You are a child and you have the right to be treated like one. It was probably all a little too much today, and I was the one who thought that you should agree to stay with us. But Duncan was right, that it is not you who needs to decide. It is absolutely not your decision."
"Mrs. Noel I apologize for my behaviour. Please forgive me."
"It is forgiven Richie and she kissed him on the forehead. Call me Tessa. Dinner is ready. I'm sure you're hungry now."
She simply took his hand and led him into the kitchen. Duncan followed them immediately.
During the meal, no one spoke. Duncan and Tessa had to think and review and this grated on Richie's nerves.
Richie did eat very little and was tense like an arrow.
He couldn't stand the silence anymore and asked Duncan with a shaky voice. "Mac, do I get now the promised spanking for my tantrum or another punishment?"
Duncan and Tessa turned to him immediately. "What", Tessa asked shocked.
Duncan put his hand reassuringly on Richie's shoulder.
Richie, we have too much expected of you. You had an exhausting and a very emotional day. I think it is no punishment required. You have apologized and you know it was not what we expected. But we postpone this discussion. You go to bed now."
"But it's only eight. May I watch some TV?"
No, Richie. Oh please Mac, and then I go to bed without a murmur, just half an hour. Please. Stop arguing with me, Richie."
Suddenly Duncan realized that it was not about watching TV or not.
"Why is it so important for you, Richie?"
"Huh, Mac, I do not want to be alone right now", Richie confessed and looked vulnerable, lost and very young.
"This is a very good reason and I'm glad you told me, but you still go to bed now. I will stay with you till you are sleeping. Say good night to Tessa."
Richie did as he was told and Tessa gave him a peck on his cheek and wished him a good night.
"Richie, I'll show you now the rest of the apartment and our guest room. Come with me." Richie was impressed and somewhat inhibited. He noticed that these people were richer than his previous foster parents.
Mac also showed him their bedroom. "Richie, this is our bedroom. I expect you to knock and wait for our permission before you enter. But you are allowed to knock if you need some help. I'm a light sleeper. Understood?"
"Yeah Mac."
"So that's our guest room. Open the door." Richie followed Mac's suggestion and opened the door. First he saw a large and comfortable bed and next to it a desk. There was also a large closet.
"Go inside Richie. The bathroom is behind this door.
You'll find everything you need in the bathroom. Brush your teeth and then off to bed with you little brat."
Richie looked around. It was the first time he received a beautiful and tastefully decorated bedroom and a bathroom also.
After a few minutes Richie came out and lay down. Duncan covered him with the comforter and sat down in the armchair next to his bed.
"Mac, can I really stay with you and Tessa when my social worker allows it. I have never behaved so badly and I am really ashamed about it. I'm sorry."
"Well, it certainly was not the best way to start our relationship my little brat. We cannot change it now."
"Mac, I'm fifteen and I have changed the data during my computer course at school because I wanted out of foster care."
"Well now I know that at least for sure. We'll see what happens tomorrow. Try to sleep now. I will do a relaxation exercise with you. Duncan took Richie's hand in his. Close your eyes and listen to me. Let it affect you and try to relax. Ten minutes later, the teenager slept soundly.
Duncan gave him a kiss on the forehead and whispered, sleep well my lad. Then he left the room and switched off the light, but let the door a crack open.
"He sleeps Tessa."
"Oh, I'm glad. You've mastered this awful situation very well and I am very proud of you. I felt very useless and helpless when the tantrum started", Tessa said.
"Actually I was always very interested in people and their psyche and emotions. I have read many psychology books over the years and I had the opportunity to edit some Manuscripts written by Sean Burns. He is an immortal psychotherapist.
I have worked several years as a supervisor in his Clinic. He has treated many children who were disturbed by the war. It has been good for me to take care of them. Because I myself had seen too much, it has also helped me to find peace again.
I have learned a lot from Sean and I'm sure Richie has some mental and emotional problems and certainly a temper he can't control yet. With time, patience, love and acceptance, understanding and clear rules for him to follow it can be corrected and resolved."
"I agree with you Duncan and I am sure we can help Richie. At least we'll try. Tessa noticed that her lover was tired and kissed him and started to rub his back. Not long and her lover drifted off to sleep. He had had an exhausting and emotional day as well.
Duncan was a light sleeper. Their bedroom door was only ajar and Richie's too. Duncan was out of his bed in an instant when he heard Richie moan and lit the light in the hallway.
First he heard only moaning and then the lad began to speak. "Please, leave me alone I do not like it. Please, leave me alone, I don't want to do that, please."
He opened the door to the guest room and said reassuringly, "Richie it is just a nightmare. Wake up you are safe. Richie wake up!
"Mac"? Richie asked.
"Yes, it's me Mac. May I sit down on your bed, Richie?"
"Uhm, yes why not!"
"You had a nightmare you want to tell me about it?"
"No, its okay I cannot remember."
"Would you like something to drink?"
"It is not necessary."
"Are you sure I make some tea for myself."
"Okay I'll take one too. Can I accompany you?"
"Yes, if you like, but you have to put socks on your feet. I go fetch a pair for you"
Duncan handed him a pair and waited for him. Then they walked together into the kitchen.
"Mac, I'm hungry." "Do you want a sandwich?"
"Yes, I would like that." Duncan made some tea and a sandwich with ham, salad and tomatoes for Richie. He placed the sandwich and the tea on the kitchen table next to Richie.
"Thank you Mac."
"You're welcome. This is a tea that helps you relax and fall asleep again. It is a special recipe from my old friend, Darius. He is about two millennia old. I take this tea whenever I have nightmares or wake up in the middle of the night."
"You have nightmares, Richie asked astonished?"
"Yes, I participated in several wars as fighter, paramedic, or secret agent. In 400 years you can collect a lot of good and bad experiences and memories."
"I can believe that, Richie retorted.
Richie sniffed at his tea, and then took a sip. "This kind of stuff normally doesn't taste good but his tea does."
"I'm glad you like it." After that they sipped their teas in silence and Richie did eat his sandwich.
Duncan accompanied Richie in the guestroom and put him to bed again after the boy had brushed his teeth.
"Do you want me to stay till you drift off to sleep again?"
"Huh, yes if you are not too tired", Richie said hesitantly.
Duncan tousled Richie's hair and kissed him on the forehead and sat down in the chair.
"Why did you do that Mac?"
"It's a tradition in my family to kiss children good night. My parents did that till I was a man. It helps to keep away bad dreams my Dad told me, when I was a teenager.
It is easier to fell asleep again if you turn to your right side, Richie.
"Why?"
"It has been found out, try it." Richie turned on his right side. Duncan took Richie's hand in his large one and started the relaxation exercise again.
"Breathe slowly in and out. ... "
Ten minutes later Richie was asleep again. Duncan disentangled his hand and went back in his own bed.
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