Yay! I'm back with a sequel!
Scipo: WHY DO WE GOTTA GO TO SCHOOL?
Because Gibbs said so, now hush.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, which is probably good because I might mess up the awesomeness. However, I DO own Scipo, Rupert, and any and all OCs that appear here or appeared in Unexpected and Unwanted Gifts. And they're gonna be in my novel, so you better not steal them!
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"I've made a decision about you three." Gibbs announced to Scipo, Rupert, and Shadow one night at dinner. The four of them were sitting in front of the TV eating takeout Chinese. Gibbs muted the TV to hold their attention.
When the three kids were looking at him, the silver haired NCIS agent declared, "I'm sending you three to school next month after winter break is over."
Rupert turned pale, Scipo's eyes lit up, and Shadow looked confused. "What's school?"
"I-it's where you go to, to learn things." Rupert explained, inching closer to Scipo for comfort. "A-a lot of pe-people go th-there."
"Yeah!" Scipo cried excitedly, bouncing up and down on the couch, eyes aglow. "Gloria an' the other servants set one up in the kitchen for me when I was free! School is awesome Shadow, you'll love it! Ya learn how to build bombs, assassinate people, make poisons, steal stuff, ya learn martial arts an' how ta use an' make an' take apart and reassemble guns, an'-"
"Not that kind of school Scipo." Gibbs finally managed, cutting him off. Good thing he had never laid a hand on Rupert; with the things Scipo had learned in that "school" of his he could have and would have given Gibbs a long and torturous death. Even if he had had any affection for Gibbs Scipo would've killed him if he had hurt Rupert. Those two were each other's world. "In regular schools -which you three are going to- you don't learn that kind of thing. You learn math, history, writing, gym, things like that."
Now Scipo looked aghast. "What? But Boss, that's…. that's boring!" AN' not just boring, but useless too! When the hell will we ever need to know that stuff? I got connections even though my parent's dead, so I can just be a criminal like Gloria! Or work at NCIS like you! An' Rup will too! I dunno what Shadow wants to do, but she could do that too! Boss, I don't wanna go to that school, it sounds way too boring."
"School sounds like a lot of work." Shadow commented, chewing on some lo mien noodles. "Almost as much work as bein' a slave, but it sounds like a ton o' fun too!"
"I-I agree w-with Scipo." Rupert managed, not surprising Gibbs in the least. The red-head looked up at Gibbs nervously, clutching Scipo for comfort. "Th-there's so many p-people in s-school. Th-there was one n-near where Lizzy and the o-others and I lived, a-and a l-lot of kids w-went there. I don't like b-big crowds."
His best friend ruffled his hair. "It's okay Rup, I gottcha." Scipo turned to Gibbs. "You see? Ya can't make us go to school; Rup's freaked out about it! Besides, he's kinda a vulnerable dude! People'll pick on 'im!"
"And you'll be there to beat the hell out of anyone who so much as looks at him strangely." Gibbs pointed out, stating the obvious.
Scipo sighed and slumped back. "We don't got a choice do we?" Gibbs shook his head in answer.
"No. You three have to go to school. Scipo, you and Rupert are going into ninth grade when neither of you have even been to kindergarten-" Scipo's hand shot up. "And no, a school where servants teach you how to steal and kill people does not count." The hand went down, Scipo pouting. "The principal of your new school understands your situation. He's told your teachers, so they won't expect you to know things the other students do."
"An' how do a bunch o' free folk feel about teachin' two used-to-be slaves who still are slaves for at least six more months until the paperwork is cleared?" The black haired boy asked suspiciously, sitting forwards.
Gibbs shrugged. "Don't know. The principal made it damn clear that he didn't want me talking to them. I figured you two could handle them. Do know the kindergarten teacher doesn't care though."
Shadow perked up at that. "Really? Goody!"
Scipo just groaned and sank back again, Rupert still clinging and snuggled up to him. "Great. Rup, we are not tellin' the other kids. Got it?"
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And so it begins! Scipo is not thrilled that it is beginning, but it still is! Review and tell me what you liked and didn't please! Reviews and flames are loved equally.