A/N: As you probably have noticed, I haven't been updating. I hit a really bad writer's block and then life got in the way, so I've slowly made my way back to my stories. I have updated Wolf Pack Revival this morning and am hoping to have new chapters for the others coming up but this one was kicking around my head and wouldn't go away, so I'm also putting it up.

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Chapter 1: Trouble

"I can say I'm quite astonished to see you before me, Mr. Smythe," Judge Thomas Anderson stated, looking down at the documents in front of him as the young man standing before his bench shuffled uncomfortably beside his father, who also happened to be his lawyer.

"Sebastian has no excuse for his behavior, your Honor," Alexander Smythe responded, glaring at his son sharply to settle down. "We can only ask that you look at this track record within the court and community when you make your decision with regards to his sentence."

Judge Anderson nodded, making eye contact with the young man while shuffling his papers around. "The DA office has also asked me to take this into account as they seem to think that jail time would not be beneficial to either their office or the health of our young Mr. Smythe. You do good work, Sebastian, even with this lapse of judgement. I know that you are a damn good lawyer and the DA office would sorely miss you if I sentenced you to jail time, effectively also taking away your prowess in making our streets that much safer." He paused and studied the young man. "Do you have anything to say for yourself concerning the behavior which has landed you before me?"

"I apologize, your Honor," Sebastian Smythe responded, surprised that he was being given a chance to speak. He had expected to be brought before the court, lightly sentenced with a slap on the wrist and sent on his way. Sebastian knew that they couldn't afford to send him away; his work in the DA's office counter-balanced his behavior ten-fold. At this point, he saw these proceedings as just being to disavow any claims of favoritism. "My behavior was deplorable and brought a black mark against the DA office, my family name and myself. I never wish to be put into this situation ever again."

Studying the young lawyer, Thomas Anderson tried not to snort in derision; he knew that the words were not completely sincere but his hands were tied with the pressure he was receiving from the DA office concerning their star lawyer. He also knew Alexander Smythe from the country club and that the older lawyer would be appreciative if his only child didn't end up in prison. "Regardless of your sincerity about your behavior," Thomas responded, chuckling to himself at the affronted look Sebastian supported as he realized the judge didn't believe him.

"I have to agree with the pleading that the DA office and your father have done on your behalf. While you are not always forced to face consequences, I cannot let you off with simply a warning as that would indicate favoritism for one of our own. As such, I have decided that you will be required to complete a thousand hours of community service with Haven, a boys home in Brooklyn, as well as to attend anger management and AA meetings to deal with some of your less – appealing – issues which have landed you before my bench today. Your progress will be reported to me through the director of Haven, who has also agreed to be assigned as your sponsor with AA. This will allow you to continue your work with the DA office who have come to an agreement with Haven about how you will spend your time. Report to Haven Monday morning at 7:30 to begin your sentence." He paused, making eye contact with Sebastian again.

"I hope you will find this experience eye opening, Sebastian," Thomas stated, "And maybe you'll find more than you bargained for and come to a few realizations about your own situation. Court dismissed."

"What did he mean by that?" Sebastian demanded of his father, as the judge left the bench for the anti-chamber.

"That you should take this as a learning experience, Sebastian," Alexander Smythe responded in a hiss. "You're lucky that you're a damn good lawyer with a phenomenal track-record because if you weren't, you sure as hell wouldn't be doing community service. I don't know why we never taught you consequences for your actions. I know Thomas Anderson personally. You're lucky that the DA office put some pressure on your behalf because Anderson can be a bit of a hard-ass when it comes to this type of behavior especially from one of our own. He expects us to abide by the law and represent ourselves, as well as our profession, in a very specific way which you failed to do."

"It won't happen again," Sebastian stated petulantly, crossing his arms and glaring at his father.

"Don't make promises you don't plan to keep, Seb," Alexander sighed, closing his briefcase and indicating for his son to proceed him from the courtroom. "Just do your community service, attend the required meetings, and keep your head down until you're done. Don't give any lip to your sponsor, either, because he's the one who will be reporting your progress."

On the steps in front of the courthouse, Alexander turned to look at his son. "Fuck, Seb, you could have ended up in prison, today. Keep that in mind next time you act before you think." He turned and waved for a taxi. "Your mother is expecting you at brunch, Sunday. Don't be late and please refrain from inviting Chandler, will you? He's one of the reasons you found yourself in this situation to begin with."

The Smythes couldn't help but dislike Chandler Kiehl, the man Sebastian was currently seeing. They found him to be arrogant and a bad influence, more money hungry for their fortune and the prestige Sebastian had rather than interested in their son, settling down, and starting a family. Chandler had been with Sebastian the night which had brought them to their current situation and the Smythes didn't doubt that Chandler's influence had an impact on the events which had occurred that night.

"Alright, Dad, I get it. Brunch on Sunday, no Chandler, keep my head down and do whatever Mr. Director says. I get it."

"I hope so, Seb, because if there's a next time, the outcome will be very different." Alexander studied his son for a minute, hoping that Sebastian understood the place he was in. "I'll see you on Sunday, Seb. Try to get some rest." He climbed into the waiting car, silently praying that Sebastian would understand the warnings that had been issued.

"Thousand hours of community service, anger management and AA meetings, Hunt," Sebastian stated from where he was lounging on the couch in Hunter Clarington's office.

Hunter looked over at his friend from behind his desk, eyebrows raised in surprise that his friend wasn't going to prison. "You got lucky, Seb," he stated, putting down his paperwork and studying his best friend. "That could have been a lot worst. What did your dad say about it?"

Sebastian snorted, rolling and sitting up. "He insinuated that Chandler had something to do with me getting into trouble, that I should be thankful of the outcome regarding my behavior and to keep my head down and do my time quietly and respectfully."

Nodding, Hunter came around his desk and regarded his friend. "Sound advice," he stated, leaning up against the edge and eyeing Sebastian. Like Sebastian's parents, he couldn't stand Sebastian's boyfriend. "I say we get a pizza and beer, and hang out tonight watching the basketball game on the 60 inch. Let's keep you out of the limelight for a few days until the dust settles. I mean, they had you in and out of court in under a week which must be a record."

"Sounds good, Clarington," Sebastian responded, rising to his feet and heading for his own office. "You're buying!"