AN: As always I own nothing pertaining to Pitch Perfect. The plot is mine same with the errors... *sigh*those are mine as well. if only i could make money off my errors...
Monday morning came way too soon for the twins liking but they knew that it couldn't be avoided. True to her word, Sheila was waiting for them just outside the administration building with caffeinated goodness for them. The three walked into the building chatting about the weekend. They sat in the outer office and the twins were showing Shelia pictures from the dinner with Caleb. Their step mother smiled softly and thinks not for the first time, nor will it be the last, that she is so glad that her firm had sent her to that clients place of business three years ago. Beckham looked so much lighter and free compared to when she happened to stumble across him there. She demanded an audience with him and when the client tried to con her she glared him down and dropped the bomb that she knew Beckham wasn't of legal age and in fact was her step son so they could either arrange the meeting now or she would have the business shut down. The client wisely set up the meeting then and there. She never told Beckham that she had outed him but it hadn't mattered as he quit on the spot after their impromptu meeting.
The Dean's office assistant cleared them to go into the Dean's office a few moments later and it was already an unspoken agreement that Beckham and Blayze would allow Sheila to do all the talking in this meeting. And they had been right to do so as they noticed Henderson's lawyer was present as well. Beckham was listening to what was being said around him but to the untrained eye and of course to those that didn't know him, it looked as if he wasn't. He had a beat stuck in his head and his fingers were moving to said beat. Blayze handed him a legal pad once she noticed what he was doing and he began to write with his left hand and keep the beat with his right.
"Are we boring you Mr. Mitchell?" The suit asked annoyed once he noticed what Beckham was doing.
Beckham ignored his question and continued to write and keep the beat as Sheila answered in his place.
"Mr. Jenksen you have already been advised to not address either of my clients at this time, you do it once more and I will terminate this meeting and request one with just the Dean and my clients."
"Beckham?" The dean addressed.
"Yes Ma'am?" Beckham responded, still not looking up.
"Are you aware or rather have you been paying attention to what has been going on since you started writing?" The dean asked him softly. She hated having to have had the need to bring in the two young Mitchells but she didn't have a choice. She had already established that the twins were already at the top of the freshman class in their short time at Barden thus far. Neither was a disciplinarian case, the only negative that could be said was their lack of actual class time. Sheila had explained a bit to the dean about the twins and how they became bored in a stifled environment of a lecture hall or classroom. They read the text books and did all their assignments and handed them in weeks before they were due.
"Yes ma'am," Beckham answered before repeating everything verbatim that had been said for the last ten minutes. He finished writing out the beat and pushed the pad over to his sister with a raised eyebrow. She quickly skimmed over the notes and nodded her head as she too heard the beat as it was written out.
"I'm also offended at the poorly concealed attempt to buy the silence of the school and sweep the matter of the assault of two female students under the rug. Anyone with half a brain heard it for what it was in all the huffing and puffing of a bogus slander lawsuit. They don't have a leg to stand on not with the video evidence. Sorry Tommy boy," Beckham looks over with a cold smirk on his face. "Looks like daddy won't be able to buy your way out of trouble this time."
"That Bitch deserved what she got, just like every other time!" Tom yelled.
Beckham's eyes flashed so dangerously before becoming ice cold, that even the Hendersons's lawyer was afraid. Instead of losing his cool he turned to the Dean.
"Now Dean Masters, is this the type of person you want in your school or on your campus? Someone who just admitted that he has done this more than once and has no remorse for his actions? Someone that I know has numerous complaints against him for similar behaviours, again I ask; is this really someone you want in your school and on your campus?"
Sheila stared at her stepson in wonder. Beckham had neatly set Tom up to have himself kicked out by his own words, having implicated himself with the blurted admission. With just a simple goading and calling out the actions of Mr Henderson attempting to throw money at the issue to make it go away. Oh yes it was buried under the guise of being a donation but a bribe is a bribe no matter how you try to dress it up, followed by the threat of a slander suit when the donation route failed. She cleared her throat and pulled out some papers and handed them to both the dean and Mr Jenksen.
"What I have just handed you is the paperwork for a restraining order that has been issued against Thomas and Jeremy Henderson. The order states that either man cannot be within 1000 feet of my clients and that also includes Chloe Beale and Aubrey Posen and their families. Technically as it stands right now he is in violation of that order but as we are trying to resolve this issue pertaining to the school right now, the order is to take effect once we leave this office. And just so you are aware, copies of the order have been sent to the Beales, the Posens as well as the local leos from your hometown."
The Henderson's lawyer read over the restraining order looking for any loopholes to have it tossed but Sheila had done her job in such a short amount of time and had it locked ironclad tight. Both Hendersons glowered at Beckham as he sat, looking the picture of complete ease even though he was anything but. He had witnessed the minute changes in both Tom and his father. He wrote on the legal pad for Sheila and Blayze to push away from the table that had been set up in the Dean's office when he double tapped the table. He saw Sheila subtly nod after reading it and Blayze tapped twice with her thumb acknowledging what was written. Few minutes later, once Mr. Jenksen had advised that there was no way to break the order Beckham tapped twice.
"YOU LITTLE FUCKING BASTARD!" The older Henderson roared as he came over the table with his hands stretched out, reaching for Beckham's throat.
Beckham shoved the table at the man catching him in the groin dropping him in a crumpled heap on the table. He was still watching Tom out of the corner of his eye and heard the tell tale snick of a blade being sprung. Beckham stayed where he was, waiting, making sure to keep both his sister and his stepmother safely behind him, as Tom moved forward, Beckham moved them away until Tom was in an open area and the two women were behind the Dean's desk with the Dean who stood in complete shock by what was transpiring in her office. Both Blayze and Sheila had their phones out recording what was happening, Blayze had had her phone at the ready recording as soon as Jeremy stood up. Beckham was waiting, calculating the space he had to work in to safely disarm and keep anyone else from getting hurt. He sighed internally in annoyance when he realized that once again he was going to have to let Tom actually injure him in order to get the maximum effect and penalties against the fucking moron in front of him. He read the telegraphed move and turned his body and arm just right so the blade didn't stab but glanced off his forearm. Turns out the blade was much sharper than Beckham anticipated as he never felt it cut his skin. He was pissed now. The next swipe he avoided all together and easily disarmed Tom, snapping Tom's tendon in his thumb as he did so simply because he could, he then grabbed the back of Tom's head and smashed his face against the table, knocking the older boy out.
Beckham let out a low growl as he felt blood dripping off his left hand. He raised his arm up right away in an attempt to slow the bleeding. The Dean's office assistant came in a few moments after Tom was knocked out and announced that she had called the police once she heard Mr Henderson yell. Blayze had grabbed her small hand towel out of her bag to slow the bleeding on her brother's arm. It wasn't long after that the police showed up and as luck would have it, it was the same officers from Friday night. They took one look around and immediately radio'd for the paramedics to come up. They began taking statements and when they went to get Beckham's statement he asked both Blayze and Sheila just to show the officers the video they had taken. The paramedics got Tom sitting up on a stretcher as he had begun to come around. They quickly split up and the female medic came over to check out Beckham's wound. She whistled lowly before advising him that it was fairly deep and in desperate need of sutures. Beckham sighed as the nice paramedic put a pressure bandage on his arm and wrapped it for him. Shortly after arrangements were made to go to the hospital as Beckham refused for a second ambulance to be called. He stated he was even willing to ride in the back of a cop car to go to the hospital instead of wasting an ambulance on him. They finally relented and Sheila and Blayze followed behind the cops who were following behind the ambulance as they made a mini convoy to the hospital.
Once again Beckham was subjected to pictures of his injury and agreed to swing by the station to sign a witness statement regarding both incidents. While he was waiting for the doctor to come in and assess his wound Beckham was once again writing on the legal pad, this time he was writing lyrics under the notes he had stuck in his head during the meeting. He had come up with the hook. He had just finished scribbling it down when the doctor came in. Sheila stepped out as the doctor poked and prodded the wound, the wound had bled quite profusely before the paramedics showed up and started again during the exam. She laughed as she heard Beckham snark at the doctor when the man squawked that Beckham should have warned him.
"Well how the fuck was I to know that you were going to pull apart the damn thing doctor? You read the chart stating it was caused from a knife yeah? That they wanted me to come by ambulance? What part of that information says to you 'oh I will just pry this apart and expect it to not gush out blood.'? What fucking cracker jack box did your licence to practice medicine come out of?" She shook her head and went and got Beckham some orange juice from the cafeteria as well as a brownie to help raise his glucose levels as he was looking a bit pale
When Sheila came back, she saw there was a different doctor looking after her stepson. When she raised her eyebrow at him he just gave her a cheeky grin. Blayze just snorted out a laugh and shook her head.
"Once he was done berating the other doctor, said doc left grumbling about Becs' hostility and refused to look after my brother and handed his chart off."
"It's not my fault the last guy was an idiot. After the morning I've had so far, the last thing I needed was an idiot doc yelling at me because I didn't tell him that a knife wound on my arm was going to bleed… profusely. The fuck did he think was going to happen when he pulled apart the edges?" Beckham grumbled as he flinched at the freezing needle that was going in and out of his arm numbing the area for sutures. "I'm just glad this is the same doc that fixed me up Friday night."
The ER doc just smiled and flushed the wound with a saline solution when Beckham didn't flinch; it told him that the numbing was working. 15 minutes, 4 deep sutures, and a continuous running suture over the 6 inch gash later, Beckham was getting bandaged by the Nurse and drinking the oj that Sheila bought him. He was annoyed as he had to wear a sling for three days restricting movement and allowing his arm to rest for the first few days as he healed. The doctor came back to check on his ribs to make sure they were healing well. He cheerfully told Beckham that after today he wouldn't have to wrap them anymore. Beckham looked over at his sister muttering that she was his witness for when he got the infamous Posen glare later. Once he was fitted for his sling Beckham grabbed his paperwork and began munching on the brownie with a pout on his face.
"Why are you sulking like someone took your binkie?" Blayze asked her brother once they were in the car.
He scowled at his sister as he answered. "They are going to fuss over me and then yell at me for getting hurt. Not to mention for not calling them to tell them what happened. Fuuuck there were so many people who saw us leaving the front of the admin building…. ugh."
Sheila smiled as the twins lightly bickered. They stopped at the police station so the twins could sign off on their statements and officially press charges against both Hendersons Sheila drove them to the diner that was literally a two minute walk from campus as it was just after noon by the time they got out of the station.
"I figured we would have some lunch before we go back to the dean's office. Once we are done there you two will be free for the rest of the day."
The three got out of the car and headed into the greasy spoon that had some of the best comfort food the twins had ever had. Beckham ordered a chocolate shake along with a glass of water to drink. He decided to get the meatloaf with mashed potatoes. He really wanted a burger and fries and figured this was the closest he would get for the next few days. They kept conversation light as both ladies noticed Beckham fighting off yawns now that the adrenalin had faded, as he drank his shake. Sheila ordered him a second one to go and paid for their lunch. The second meeting with Dean Masters was relatively fast, the woman just wanted to assure them that Tom would not be allowed back at Barden same with his father. Campus PD had been given a copy of the restraining order as well and had been made aware of how serious the situation as a whole had become. They thanked her for the information and Beckham apologized for bleeding on her floor and offered to pay for the cleaning and any damages done to the table. The dean graciously waived away his offer and dismissed them, telling Beckham to go get some rest.
Sheila helped Blayze get Beckham into his dorm as he began to sway on his feet some. Sheila made him drink half his shake before she gave him a painkiller and let him fall asleep. Blayze felt bad knowing that the seniors were going to flip their shit when they found out her brother got hurt because of Tom. She sighed and finally sent the two girls a text telling them that she wouldn't be able to make it to practice and why. Five minutes later she received a group text that Bellas practice was canceled but that tomorrow's practice would be twice as long. Blayze sighed and tossed her phone on to her bed. She took her laptop into the shared area and began to put the beat down that Beckham had come up with during the meeting. Within what felt like a couple of hours, she had the back-beat nailed and was thoroughly impressed with how it sounded. Taking a break she removed her head phones and stood up, stretching her back wincing as it propped in a few places. Blayze wandered into her room and grabbed a RedBull. She looked at the time and was shocked to see that she had spent five hours lost in perfecting the beat her brother had come up with. Hearing a light knock on the door she quickly opened it revealing two very worried seniors. Blayze got them some water and had them sit down before she showed them the video on her phone.
"He could have easily disarmed Tom the first time, I don't understand why…?" Chloe trailed off after she had watched the video.
"Why he let Tom cut him?" Blayze asked before continuing at Chloe's nod. "He did that so it would maximize the amount of charges and potential jail time. Tom had an illegal knife to begin with, second it was concealed, third it was his intent. You don't carry a spring loaded stiletto or a pig sticker if you rather, unless you intend to fuck someones day up. Tom fully intended to stab Beckham today, the video shows it and the fact that he brought that illegal knife with him shows premeditation. Bec thought the trade off of a few stitches and a few days of irritability was more than worth it if it meant that asshat is out of your life Chlo. Everything he has done these last three days has been all for you Chloe. Ensuring your safety and by extension Aubrey's as well. Beckham knows that once it gets out that the three of you are a thing, they would try to get to Brey and your families."
"Seems like he has a hero complex right now." The blonde muttered bitingly before she could stop herself. She immediately clamped her hand over her mouth in shock at what she had said.
"Glad to know what you really think Aubrey." Beckham stated from the doorway of his room before turning around and slamming the door.
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