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It’s almost 3 am by the time that Andrew and Kevin make their way back to Abby’s house after an extraneous night practice. Well, extraneous for Kevin, Andrew had sat comfortably on the bleachers watching over his run away birdy. Kevin was relentless in pushing himself, dedicated to making sure he was ready to play again in the fall.
The early June air was already balmy as summer rolled in. The school year had just ended, which should have meant that he got a break from the god forsaken sport- but Andrew knew that, unfortunately for him, his exy obsessed roommate already considered the fall season to have started. Although, for Kevin, his whole life was one long, grueling and never ending exy season. It was truly pathetic.
Kevin stomped up the porch steps behind him, Andrew knew he was frustrated with his lack of progress, and by the news that they had just lost their much needed new striker, Janie Smalls. It was only Andrew’s own promise of protection that kept him from hitting the moping asshole himself.
Turning the key in the lock and treating him was the unshakable feeling that something was not right. That something, someone, was out of place. He stopped right in the threshold, and the normally graceful Kevin slammed into his back.
“Wha-“ Kevin started before Andrew stepped on his foot as a sign to shut the fuck up. He reached into his armbands, pulling out a knife with one hand, while reaching to flip the light switch with the other.
“Jean?” Kevin startles, not heeding Andrew’s warning to keep his mouth shut.
But sure enough right in Abby’s worn living room sat the Raven’s backliner, marked clearly by his dark good looks and the number 4 tattoo that donned his face. Andrew wonder’s briefly about his family in the next room, but he can, if he listens carefully, hear Nicky’s loud snoring from the guest room down the hall. If Nicky’s still sleeping, Aaron’s got to be okay. His focus is on the more immediate threat sitting right in front of him.
“How? What? Where’s...” Kevin sputtered from behind Andrew from where he stood, still outside the house. Andrew refused to turn around, to take his eyes off the other Raven for a second, but he’d put money on Kevin being white as a sheet with shock. “How are you here?”
“Kevin,” Moreau acknowledges.
“I believe he asked you a question,” Andrew says, adrenaline pumping through him, ready for a fight. He’s mostly sober due to the late hour, thinking more clearly then he has for days. As he talks he doesn’t bother to keep his voice lowered. He notices the absence of snoring in the tense air.
“Left the nest a week or so ago,” Moreau supplies, not very helpfully.
“But how? And where’s Nathaniel?” Kevin asks.
Huh. Nathaniel. That’s a new name, one that Kevin has yet to mention. He tucks it away to interrogate his ex-raven about later.
Moreau just looks at them not saying anything.
“Where’s Nate?” Kevin asks again, this time his voice a little more broken. Andrew hears the sound of foot steps. Once again Moreau ignores him.
“You answer his questions, or you get a knife in your throat. Your call Frenchie,” Andrew drawls. Kevin let’s out a surprised huff when suddenly Andrew feels the unmistakable edge of a sharp knife being pressed to his side.
“You don’t get to make threats here,” a cloying voice says in his right ear. He turns to the voice to find the clearest of blue eyes staring back at him. The boy has auburn hair, a dangerous smile, and the number three tattooed below his eyes. Andrew let out a curse, pissed at himself and unsure about how this kid got the drop on him.
“Nate,” Kevin whimpered, and stepped around Andrew to finally enter the house. He tried to grab him, pull him away from the threats in the room but the knife pressed into his side breaking skin.
“Nuh uh,” the blue eyed demon taunted.
“Andrew?” A bleary eyed Nicky called from the hallway, looking, but not understanding the scene in front of him. Aaron came out behind him, more alert and more concerned.
“Nate let him go,” Kevin demanded, being useful for once in his life.
“Yeah Nate, let me go,” Andrew repeated, twisting to look at the kid and his awful bearing of teeth pretending to be a smile.
“I don’t know that I will,” Nate taunts. But Moreau speaks in soft French and Nate sighs in response.
“However, as my lovely partner just reminded me, knives are not conducive to the conversation that we are trying to start, so how about you put your knives away Minyard, and I’ll put away mine,”
Andrew thought about his options and started to make a show about putting away his own knives. Nate was kind enough to keep his word and pull his knife away. When Andrew was sure the knife was far enough away he struck out with his fist, aiming for the kidney. But Nate was too fast managing to pin Andrew to the still open door frame, half out of the house.
“Andrew-“ Nicky calls out, concerned.
“Now, now,” Nate sneers, his smile pulling a little more genuinely amused. “I thought we agreed to conversation,”
“I did no such thing,” Andrew informs the bastard.
“Behave, or you won’t be invited to be apart of it anymore,” Nate warns. And, despite himself, Andrew can’t help but notice how attractive the man that has pinned down is.
“Nate,” Kevin says again, because that’s apparently all he is capable of saying tonight.
“You keep your hands to yourself and threats out of your mouth, and we won’t have any problems, now will we?” Nate asks, his awful smile reaching a crescendo of awfulness.
Andrew nods, knowing that it’s his best option for now. The blue eyed demon lets him go, and Andrew pulls Kevin around him and stands by his family. He doesn’t know who this kid is, but he’s too good. Quick and quiet. It’s been a long time since Andrew has had reason to be afraid.
Abby appears from the same hall way that Nicky and Aaron cane out of.
“Oh good you’re here,” Nate says, “call Wymack tell him to get here ASAP,”
Abby looks shocked but she follows the order easily.
“Wymack? Why what’s going on Nate? How are you here?”
Nate smiles and goes to sit next to his partner on Abby’s couch.
“Don’t look so concerned Kev,” Nate tells him, his smile back in full force. “You should be excited. Me and Jean are going to become Foxes,”
The noise Kevin made was almost inhuman.