Okay I just want to say I read in the paper here in B.C Canada that a women found a little used archaic law saying children should support their parents in old age. Said women abandoned her son and is now suing him and a few of her other children for parental support. I hope she loses, but the case has been going on for years now. Anyway this story just popped in my head, when I was talking to Siriusfan13 about it.

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Dave was elated, no other word for if he felt like he didn't need magic to hover, as he walked up the stairs and onto the stage to accept his award, the Bruckheimer physics award.

Not only did it come with prestige and the ability to get a job anywhere but it came two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

He grasped the award, shook hands with the dean of the university. He turned to look at the crowd. There was Becky, Veronica and Balthazar, cheering him on. He waved at them. Then had to give his acceptance speech.

"Hey I know no one likes hearing acceptances speeches, I don't like giving them. So I'll just thank my teachers, friends," he looked at Benet and Becky "and my tutor." He altered his gaze to Balthazar. "So I'll just be going now."

"Nice speech Dave," laughed Balthazar as the youth approached the group after the ceremony.

"Thanks so what now?"

"Now we go to diner," replied Balthazar wrapping his arm around Veronica. "My treat."

Dave smiled and wrapped his arm around Becky's waist, she leaned into the contact, and turned to kiss him.

A half hour later the group sat at a table and Balthazar popped the cork. He poured everyone a glass, then raised his own. "To Dave."

"To Dave," echoed Benet and the two women, their glasses clinking, with the master sorcerer's.

Dave raised his own glass half heartedly and mumbled "To me."

A week had passed since Dave's award ceremony, and he was surprised to see a woman standing outside his door. "Hello," greeted Dave smiling.

"David Stutler?"

"That's me."

"You've been served," she informed him holding out a paper.

"Umm excuse me?" asked Dave accepting the offering and unfolding it quickly to read it's contents.

"Have a nice day," she wished him pleasantly as she walked away.

Dave finished reading the paper and realised his hands were shaking. He leaned against the door and tried to steady himself.

"Dave, focus," Balthazar was fast becoming irritated, it wasn't unusual for Dave to whine a bit during training or for his mind to wander, but this was the fourth time he had had to reprimand his apprentice in four minutes. They had only been training half an hour. Yesterday had been just as bad, Dave had been an hour late, and wouldn't say where he had been.

"Sorry Balthazar," said Dave glancing at a paper sticking out the front pocket of his backpack before turning back to his master.

Balthazar, seeing what his apprentice had been looking at, started walking towards the backpack. The paper flew out of the pocket and into Dave's hand.

"Dave," said Balthazar turning towards the physicist "let me see that paper."

"It's nothing Balthazar," snapped Dave.

"Still a bad liar, Dave," replied Balthazar dryly, he raised his hand and levitated the paper out of his apprentice's hand and towards himself.

"No!" shouted Dave and before he could think, he had ensorcelled Balthazar through the air and against the wall.

Dave, stood gaping at what he saw, Balthazar on the floor rubbing his head, and looking up at him.

"I am so, so sorry," stuttered Dave as he darted to his master.

Balthazar held up a hand, Dave stopped in his tracks and Balthazar got to his feet. He levitated the paper back into his hands, and handed it to Dave.

"Whatever this is, it's making you lose focus on your studies and your training. Talk."

Dave stared at the floor. Balthazar continued to stand, crossing his arms to show he wasn't going anywhere, after a few awkward moments Dave handed him the piece of paper.

Balthazar took it and unfolded it, his frown became more pronounced as he read the writing. "Dave, this says your been sued for parental support by Martin Stutler."

"Yeah, my dad walked out when I was a kid, guess he heard about the quarter of a million dollars I won."

"He can't expect to win."

"No, but he can expect that lawyers cost a lot and it'll be worth it to me to settle out of court."

"Are you planning to settle?"

"Yes, it would cost too much otherwise. I have student loans to pay, and I was hoping to buy the lab."

"You won't have enough money after?"

"Not if I want o make a down payment on a decent place to live after."

Balthazar's expression soften. "Take the rest of the day off," he ordered handing Dave back the paper "Try to get things in order. I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early."

Balthazar Blake had a good memory, a necessity for a sorcerer, especially one as old as him. He had memorized the lawyer's name.

Molly Cullen was a high priced lawyer, she had been born on the East side and had fought and clawed her way trough law school and into a comfortable practise she had a lot of cases at the moment and the Stutler one was one of the easiest. It helped that while the son wasn't a push over it did take a lot to get him riled, and he was more focused on what he had to do to get a good place to live and paying his depths then fighting his dad.

She wouldn't get much but it was a couple hours work for a few grand. She looked up at the sound of a knock.

"Hi my name's Balthazar" said the master sorcerer as he opened the door "I'm a friend of Dave Stutler. I was wondering, where's his dad?"

Cullen leaned back in her chair "I can't—"

Molly was lifted out of her chair and thrown forward over her desk and across the room, stopping just short of her head hitting the bookshelves opposite her desk. She fell straight down with a thump. Eyes wide she propped herself up using her arms and stared at her attacker.

"You've got some air conditioning system in here," he told her pleasantly. "Sorry you were saying? Martin Stutler's location."

Confused and scared Cullen gave the strange man the address, she hadn't signed on for this.

About an hour later Balthazar stood in front of a grimy wooden door in one of Manhattan's cheapest hotels "Martin Stutler, I'm David's lawyer, Blake."

Balthazar heard muffled voices on the other side of the door and cocked his head so he could better hear. "You got a lawyer?"

"Don't answer that!" Balthazar recognized the voice as Dave's.

Balthazar used magic to unlock the door and trough it open with a flourish "Dave, hey—"

Dave had a black eye.

The young man took a sudden interest in the floor.

"Something wrong pal?" asked Martin Stutler.

"Yes, you're suing a son you abandoned.

"Hey pal I'm his father, everything he is he owes me!"

"Balthazar it's fine."

"No it's not, he hit you."

"You gonna tell me how I discipline my kid?" sneered the senior Stutler, he moved to strike his son again. But his hand stopped mid air. Both Stutlers turned to Balthazar who was holding up his right hand, the ring on his index finger glowing a greenish yellow. Glaring Balthazar gestured and sent the abusive man flying.

"Balthazar stop!"

"As you wish." Balthazar turned to Martin Stutler who was groggily rubbing his head.

The master sorcerer cocked his head slightly at the pathetic excuse for a human being on the floor. "Do you want him out of your life?"

"What are you suggesting?" asked Dave.

"I can make him forget, about you. Permanently. The memories will be there but buried. If you ever want to you'll be able to bring them out again, but only if you find him."

Dave looked from his father to his master and back again. He nodded.

"What are you two talking about?" hissed Martin Stutler.

"Sleep," ordered Balthazar waving his hand. Martin Stutler closed his eyes.

The master sorcerer walked over and knelt in front of his apprentice's father, and gently placed both hands on the sides of his head. Breathing deep Balthazar closed his own eyes and focused. Five minutes later he rose and turned to Dave. He was pale and sweaty, but his eyes were bright and he was smiling.

"Are you okay?" asked Balthazar closing the distance between him and Dave.

"Yea… no, but I will be thanks."

"Let's go grab a bite to eat," suggested Balthazar clamping his apprentice on the shoulder and guiding him towards the door. "By the way you're buying."