A/N: Wow! A third installment for this drabble series and I actually have a fourth and fifth I'm currently working on simultaneously. Fillmore (my muse) felt like playing nice this week. (He even let me update my Seblaine drabbles based on a fun prompt!)
Oh! Before I forget, prompts for drabbles you'd like to see are always, always welcome.
As well, thanks to everyone whose added this story to their favorite / follow lists. Gave me warm and fuzzies and even Fillmore was impressed, which maybe why he decided to come out of hiding again. (A special shout out to HeronRainwater for writing a review! Thank you sooo much for your kind words).
Prompts are love, people. And without further ado…
"This is all your fault," Blaine hissed at Sebastian who was sitting across from him on the other "detention" bench.
Sebastian quirked an eyebrow and shrugged at his friend. "Technically, it was Jeff's fault," he stated, crossing his arms over his chest. "No one told him to drink out of that coke bottle in our room."
"Seb, you watched him drink it without warning him what it held."
"Come on," Sebastian scoffed. "You were just as curious as I was about the reaction it would cause. How was I suppose to know he was deathly allergic to grapes? Who the hell is allergic to grapes?"
"Didn't Dad tell us not to traumatize the teenagers?" Blaine asked instead, studious avoiding answering about his own curiosity with regards to the experiment.
"Blaine, Jeff is six years older than we are and has the intelligence of a bean if he thought drinking something found in our room without asking first was the best idea."
"That may be true, Sebastian, but it doesn't excuse the fact that you two sent a boy to the hospital," a deep, male voice broke into their discussion. Both boys turned to see Bruce Banner and Tony Stark glaring at them. Neither man looked very happy about being called to the school because of an incident.
"We've talked about responsible experimenting," Tony added.
"You two are suppose to behave while attending Dalton. They made an exception to allow the two of you to actually attend school while earning your high school diplomas. Sending other students to emergency isn't helping our case," Bruce stated, rubbing his eyes under his glasses.
Both boys looked down with shamed faces. "We're sorry, Dad," Blaine mumbled quietly. "Sebastian and I have been playing with the idea of biological enhancements through food ingestion. I guess we didn't think through what would happen if one of the other boys accidentally got into our experiments." Sebastian snorted, biting his tongue and refraining from pointing out that they should have to worry about the boys like misbehaving pets.
Before either father could respond, the Dean's office door opened and Dean Sheridan stepped out. "Mr. Stark, Mr. Banner, thank you for coming on such short notice. We are still trying to find a solution and appropriate punishment for the boys. If you would please come in." He glanced at Sebastian and Blaine still seated on the "detention" bench. "I think it would be good for you boys to join us as well."
The two men and two boys entered the Dean's office and took the indicated seats. Dean Sheridan studied the four from behind his desk. "I understand the boys are in a unique situation, attending their senior year of high school at twelve, but we can't have this occurring again. Their experimenting in their room is causing me some concern as it puts the other boys at risk, as evident which recently occurred involving Mr. Sterling and requiring his hospitalization." Both boys looked down and refused to make eye contact. "As such, we are going to need to implement some new rules with regards to the boys' living accommodations."
Both boys looked up sharply, fear of separation evident. "You can't separate them," Tony interjected sharply. "they support each other."
"You have nothing to worry about in that regard, Mr. Stark. I would never dream of the boys being separated and would not be comfortable with either of them rooming with any of the older boys, but there needs to be some ground rules with regards to experiments in the dorms." He glanced over and made eye contact with both Blaine and Sebastian. "There will be no more experimenting in the dormitory," he stated firmly. When both boys started to protest, he held up his hand. "You will be assigned an empty science classroom to use as a laboratory. Each of you will be issued a key, as well as the Head Proctor of the Sciences, Mr. Franklin. All experiments are to be conducted in said classroom and no where," he emphasized, ensuring it was clearly understood by both boys, "else on the grounds. Are we clear?" Both boys nodded enthusiastically. Finally, no more cramped space from the multiple experiments littering their dorm room.
"We'll finally be able to use our shower again," Blaine sighed wistfully. All three looked at the two in surprise.
"Do we even want to know?" Bruce asked tentatively. Looking at each other, both boys shook their heads in denial.
"Alright, as for punishment, we are going to expect the boys to spend a week cleaning classrooms with the janitorial staff. We felt detention would be of little use to either boy, especially with their academic achievements. They will also be required to have their dorm inspected regularly to ensure that our understanding of no experimenting in the dorms is being fulfilled. After speaking with Mr. Sterling it was apparent that this incident was an accident, however we do not want it repeated. Apparently, Blaine nor Sebastian were aware of his severe allergy. However, I must point out that should something of this nature occur again, where one of the other boys is put into danger, we may need to rethink our arrangements for Blaine and Sebastian."
"That's acceptable," Tony stated. They stood and shook hands with the Dean. "Thanks again for your time, Dean Sheridan. I'm sure the boys will keep in mind the new rules about experiments, right boys?"
Both boys nodded and made a beeline from the office as soon as all the men had exchanged handshakes. Before they were able to abandon their fathers in the hallway, they were stopped by Bruce. "I trust this will be the last time we're called into Dean Sheridan's office, right boys?"
"Yes," Blaine and Sebastian chorused together.
"Alright, off you go." They both sped away.
"This is all your fault," Blaine moaned, glaring at Sebastian from his seat across from the other boy on the "detention" bench. He pushed his wet, curly hair out of his face.
"At least this time we didn't hospitalize Jeff," Sebastian shrugged in response, shaking his own head to dislodge water. "All he said was no more experimenting in our dorm room and no more putting the other students in danger."
"Seb, we blew up the lab and part of the science building," Blaine countered, sighing. "I think that constitutes us putting other students in danger."
"No, it doesn't," Sebastian argued, wringing out the bottom of his dress shirt on the floor. "It was after hours. Besides it was Idiot's fault."
"I don't think he's going to be happy when we tell him the lab assistant, which is a mechanical arm we named Idiot, was the reason the building exploded."
"Well, it was," Sebastian responded petulantly, crossing his arms.
Sighing again, Blaine looked at his friend. "You and I know it was Idiot'f fault but I don't think Dean Sheridan is going to let us blame the AI unit we programmed."
"Damn right, I'm not going to let you blame the AI. What the heck happened boys?" The Dean came into the office, hearing the last of their conversation. Much like the boys, the Dean was soaking wet from the sprinklers in what remained of the science building. Blaine could swear a vein in his forehead was actually pulsating from his anger.
"Um, Idiot mixed the wrong chemical together and well -" Blaine stuttered, trying to respond and not cause any more anger directed at them.
"Blaine," Sebastian hissed. "Stop giving away lab secrets. He doesn't have clearance."
"Mr. Smythe-Banner, you are going to explain to me how two twelve-year-olds manage to blow up a science building," the Dean snapped, crossing his arms and glaring at them. "I find it hard to believe, but then again, since you began your stay at Dalton, many strange things seem to surround you two. Now talk."
Sebastian glared back before he launched into a very technical, complex explanation of the chemical compounds they had been creating, the hypothesis and the eventual apparent outcome when two very volatile chemicals were mixed. By the end, Dean Sheridan was simply starring at him. Sitting back with a smirk, the boy glanced at the dean waiting for the other man to process what he had supplied Blaine just shook his head in exasperation at his friend.
"Um, alright," the Dean cleared his throat in discomfort, his lack of complete comprehension of the explanation apparent.
Rolling his eyes, Sebastian stated sarcastically, "Mixing Compound A with Compound B creates big boom."
"Seb," Blaine groaned as Dean Sheridan went red in the face and started muttering about calling their fathers, expulsion, paying for damages and criminal charges. "Not helping. Really not helping." Sebastian snorted in dirision in reply.