Hey there Tootsie, this one is for you. Hope you like my take on your request 'Casey and Scarlett alone in the same room together'. I thought it came quite naturally after the last chapter and, spoiler alert, neither of them dies :)
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Ugh, Casey.
I kept my eyes fixed on the t.v. and refused to acknowledge him as he sauntered into the lair like he owned the joint. I knew the exact moment he spotted me because his sneakers shuffled to a stop and he let out a small huff. From the corner of my eye I could see him hesitating, head turning left and right as he searched for the guys. Of course he didn't see them, or April for that matter, because they were all still in the dojo.
The silence stretched out, long and loud. Eventually he cleared his throat, a little 'ahem' that made him sound like a prissy school teacher. I kept ignoring him and I could sense him stiffen at the snub. I couldn't give a rats. Since the guy had started coming around in the last month or so I'd tolerated his presence to keep the peace, treating him like an annoying piece of furniture that was always in the way or a yappy dog that refused to go home. The mood I'd been in the last few days though I couldn't even bring myself to be that pleasant to him so cold, stony silence it was.
A few moments passed before Casey realised I wasn't going to give any sign I knew he existed. "Where's Raph?" he asked snappily. My only answer was to pull my hoodie up over my hair then jerk a thumb over my shoulder in the direction of the dojo. My peripheral vision was cut off by my hood but I heard Casey give an irritated snort and allowed myself a small, mean smile. Casey wouldn't go into the turtles training room, even to watch. I had no idea why and I couldn't care less. "So why aren't you in there then?" I heard the teen ask snidely. The smile dropped off my face. I'd been kicked out for my attitude half an hour ago, punishment pending. But Casey didn't need to know that so I flipped him the bird rudely, frown deepening when he barked out a laugh. "Yeah, I bet you got banned by Splinter for biting someone or something." He dropped his tone to mutter under his breath "They need to call the pound to come pick you up." I kept ignoring him pointedly.
Over the next ten minutes I couldn't even tell you what show was on the set, all I could hear was the sound of Casey rattling around the lair as he poked at this and that. From the punching bag to the pinball machine to the tyre swing and back again. The increase in huffs and sighs sent a clear message that his boredom was growing steadily which, funnily enough, perfectly matched my rapid decline in patience. Couldn't the guy wait quietly? I cranked up the volume for the fifth time and recrossed my arms as I drew my knees up to my chest. Maybe if I managed to squish myself into a little ball I could wish myself away from here.
When the unmistakable sound of a cymbal rattling caught my attention over the noise of the t.v. I was up on my feet in a flash. "Don't you dare touch that!" My voice rose to a venomous shout that startled even myself.
Casey froze, hand hovering in mid air over my drum kit and face slack with surprise as he gaped. After a few seconds of staring at me the shock transformed into a sly smirk. Without taking his eyes off me he slid his skinny ass onto the stool and picked up my drumsticks that I'd left on the snare. "You mean like this?"
He made a half baked attempt at a drum roll and I literally snarled, "Put my sticks down or I will end you Casey Jones."
Instead of complying his face stretched as his shit eating grin grew even wider. His eyes raked me from head to toe before he cocked an eyebrow at me insolently. "Make me." he drawled. I could feel the heat rising in my face, my limbs literally trembling with fury as his foot found the base pedal and he began stomping on it roughly. All my pent up anger from the last few days exploded at the exact moment Casey gave the high hat a heavy handed smash.
"Oh I'm gonna make you!" I hollered as I charged...
"Scarlett! Scarlett calm down!" Raph dodged the end of the baseball bat, trying again to get close enough to the enraged teenager to disarm her but getting driven back again by her wild swings. She was snarling wordlessly as she smashed the wooden weapon against the brick wall again and again. Chips of brick and wood were ricocheting off in all directions with each impact. The red banded turtle had serious doubts if she could see or hear anything beyond the anger driving her, she certainly wasn't reacting to anyone, even Mikey...luckily for Casey...
"She's out of her mind man," Casey was pacing restlessly a few feet out of reach, face pained as he watched Scarlett destroy his favourite bat. "I was only messing with her a little, I didn't know she cared so much about a stupid beat up old drum kit."
Donny rounded on him angrily "You're lucky that isn't your face she's pounding into mush you moron!"
Scarlett gave the wall a few last whacks then ran out of steam. She turned her back to them wearily, shoulders slumping as she leant against the wall in exhaustion. "Finally," Casey muttered angrily "finished your tantrum princess?" Her head snapped up, amber eyes narrowing as she fixed on the lanky teen that she'd all but forgotten about as she vent her pent up anger and frustration on the bricks. With a growl she rightened and began stalking towards him.
"Hey hey hey," Raph stepped up, neatly plucking the bat from Scarlett's grip while she was distracted then slinging an arm around her shoulders to pull her in tight against his side "let's keep working it off. I know exactly where we need to go." She allowed the turtle to redirect her, following his lead as he steered her towards the turnstiles. As they passed Raph stooped to snag Casey's duffel bag "I'll take these thank you very much." He hefted the large bag of sticks over his shoulder and kept heading into the tunnels.
"Hey!" Casey yelled, "Put my bag down Raph, that ain't funny man!"
"C'mon idiot," the red banded turtle ignored his friends protest and instead jerked his head towards the turnstiles "this is your doing so you can come help undo it."
"I'm not going anywhere with him." Scarlett panted, teeth clenching as she tried to see around Raph's bulky form.
"Sure you are," Raph said dismissively as he manoeuvred her and blocked her view at the same time "let's go."
The junkyard was quiet and cold, my breath plumed in front of my face and as it dispersed I nodded. At my signal Raph lobbed another piece of trash at me, this time the plastic wheel from a toy pram, and I swung hard. The satisfying crack it made echoed across the mounds of waste and as it sailed away from me it took another small piece of my anger with it, loosening my chest so I could breathe a little easier.
I stepped back, watching until the missile was out of sight, then turned and handed the bat to Casey. "Not bad." He said as he accepted it. I met his eyes but didn't say anything, still not trusting myself to open my mouth. After a moment he turned away and readied himself. "Batter up!"
I came to stand next to Raph who plucked another projectile from the carefully selected pile next to him then lobbed it to Casey in an easy underarm throw. "Feelin better yet kid?"
"Yeah." I shrugged and scuffed at the ground with my shoe. A trickle of embarrassment at my earlier meltdown worked it's way through me. I couldn't quite believe I'd gotten so mad. Lifting my chin towards Casey I added "He's still a douche though."
Raph threw another piece of trash to his friend. "But not the douche you're actually really angry at I'm guessing."
I let out a sigh, "Nope." We stood shoulder to shoulder for a while, the only sound the crack of wood and the occasional whoop when Casey was pleased with the distance he'd achieved. "Can I have a turn?" I asked the red banded turtle and he obligingly stepped aside. I hefted a crushed tin can in my palm then cocked an eyebrow at the lanky teen. Casey nodded wordlessly so I bent my elbow then let loose as hard as I could...
A bit long again, I could have gone on and on I think! Especially when you consider that Casey has his own mysterious background story when it comes to his own family. It is supposed to be a one shot though. Hope you enjoyed it!