Title: Babylon, Chapter One
Series: 1/?
Pairing/Characters: Cappie/Casey, Liam/O.C., Rusty, Evan
Rating: PG-13 to be on the safe side.
Summary:
Note: This was previously posted on lj under my penname, liblyn52 about a year ago. It kept nagging me, and finally resurfaced this week. I really wanted to write a fic where Casey is pregnant, and this is what my muse responded , as another side note, I really do like Evan Chambers. Which is possibly why I made him such a douchebag.
Spoilers: None of Season 3 applies. Casey never got together with Max, Evan and Cappie still hate each other, etc.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Greek in anyway. The inspiration from the opening dialogue came from mad_martha's fic Confessions. If you like really great Ron/Harry slashness, I suggest you head her way. And yes, I did receive her permission to go ahead with it.
Chapter Two
"Okay," Phoebe said, slamming shut her European History textbook. "How is it possible for an entire army to be fooled by a wooden horse? And why do we have to read about it if it might not have even happened at all? I've already seen the movie with Brad Pitt and Orlando Bloom. Achilles was hot. Paris was kind of a wimp. And men are stupid. I totally get it."
"Uh huh."
Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "Wanna make out?"
Liam's neck snapped up. "What?!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide as he hastily crawled to the far end of the bed. "I… we… you… uh…"
"Knew that would get your attention," Phoebe smirked.
Liam glared at her. "I was listening!" he said defensively. "I was just… concentrating."
"What have I told you about lying to me?"
"It never works," Liam replied dully. He felt his heart rate return to normal and he scooted back onto the bed, making sure to maintain a far enough distance away from Phoebe, just in case.
Phoebe scooted forward on the bed, looking at him in the kind of way that made Liam wish he didn't have a girl for his best friend.
"You've been acting all weird since you set the chemistry lab on fire," she told him. "And I know you can't possibly still have a guilty conscience about that, so what gives?"
"I didn't mean to set the lab on fire," Liam exclaimed atomically. "I had no idea it would be such a huge deal. I mean, I kind of thought it might be when the fire trucks pulled up, but my mom is still mad at me, and now Uncle Rusty and Aunt Ashleigh are watching me, and I haven't seen Cappie in a week…"
He paused, drawing in a deep breath, focusing on the mattress stream he had been picking at. "Do you think… Cappie and my mom…"
He trailed off hopelessly.
Phoebe just started at him, amazed. "Liam…" she said slowly. "What do you know about your mother's past?"
Liam blinked. "What do you mean?"
Phoebe sighed. "Haven't you ever wondered what she was like when she growing up?"
"Well…" Liam stammered. "Not really. I mean, she never talks about my father…"
"And you never bothered to find anything out on your own?"
"Um. No," Liam said, squinting at her. A thought suddenly occurred to him. "You haven't been digging your nose into other people's business again, have you?"
Phoebe threw a pillow at him. "I'm a journalist, Liam. It's my duty to-"
"You edit the school newspaper," Liam pointed out. "That no one reads."
"Fine," Phoebe said sourly. "I may have done some research on your mother and Cappie."
Liam smirked. "I knew it. So, what'd ya find out?"
Phoebe hesitated. "It's complicated. You may not like it."
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