Hate on me (Seb/Casual)

[MONA LISA DRAGOTI]

Mona hated getting out of bed on Saturdays, that was her day of pure sleeping, no school, no work, and no people. Yet as usual something had happened down at the hospital and Mona was supposed to come in and fix it. So she had two choices, first, she waited till Monday to fix it and have even more work to do, or second, do it now. Now seemed like the more sensible option, so Mona rolled off her small bed and climbed into some jeans, hoddie and sneakers. She left a note on Dolores' door before grabbing her keys and leaving the house.

Mona didn't live on the good side of town. She couldn't afford rent in New York for the good side. She lived out on the streets where she roamed as a kid. She also tried to keep the subject of her sexuality under a tight wrap. She didn't lie if someone asked her, but she didn't throw it out there. Many people weren't comfortable with Gays and Lesbians and Mona didn't want to be killed.

She climbed down the stairs and to the parking lot. She dropped her keys at the the sight that was in front of her.

Her Black car was now covered in spray paint. Red, green,yellow, and pink decorated her once clean car. Words like , "Bitch", "Faggot,","Whore" littered her window shield. it was as if someone just opened a giant can off hate and poured it all over her car. Mona gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. She quickly walked over towards her car. She glared in anger and kicked her tire, which then deflated from the slash put in it.

"WELL FUCK!" Mona screamed before letting out a series of curses that sailors would be ashamed of.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian did not like being on this side of town.

Especially when he was in such a terrible mood. Terrible day at work yesterday which carried over to today, James was gone for the weekend on "business" (let's face it, he was robbing a bank), and he'd just had the worst vision he could possibly have on a day such as this. A damn school bus tipping over a cliff in Washington state. NOTHING he could do about it.

He slapped his palm to his face as he walked slowly down the road, having planned on this being the shortcut home after a morning jog in the park to clear his head. Big mistake. He felt like he had to watch his back at every corner, like some creep would jump out and slit his throat, like that Ripper guy who he kept having visions about. Never the face, only the act, and always the ones in the past. He could never move forward, never catch him in the act. He was, for the time being, uncatchable. Simple enough, but Sebastian couldn't help but get the feeling there was something even more ominous hanging over this particular murderer, more terrifying than just a grudge against the women of the night.

Was this the part of town where they roamed? It was morning, so he doubted they would be out and about now. He felt bad for them, since most of them didn't have a choice in the matter if they wanted to survive... Unlike Andrew.

What had possessed his loving boyfriend, secure in his position, Sebastian by his side, to become something like that? For the sex? The money? Was being a wonderful musician not enough? He couldn't pursue his career like that?

It didn't make sense to Sebastian. The logical thing to do would be to at least tell him, so that they could have worked something out. Honestly, he could have been infested with STDs by the time Drew died, though they hadn't made love that often. After he died, Sebastian figured out why.

Caught up in his ridiculously depressing thoughts, he nearly fell flat in his face after tripping on a white and brown ball of fur huddled at his feet. "Argh! Damn dog!" he cried, stumbling against the dirty building beside him and looking down at the poor thing, collar-less and grimy. It pouted at him when he'd tripped over it, and he frowned. "Oh, don't look at me like that. Its you're own fault for sitting in the middle of the street!"

He sighed when the dog's paw nudged his foot. "Leave me alone!" He said, kicking it away gently as he made his way down the street again. The dog whined behind him, but he was in too bad a mood to take sympathy on it. He rather wished someone would take sympathy on him, instead. That might seem selfish, but he damn well needed a break.

"WELL FUCK!"

The shout startled him as he rounded the corner, and he saw what soul the voice had echoed from. It was a young woman, her back turned away. She had flowing dark hair and dark skin, and he felt like he'd seen her sillhoette before somewhere.

His eyes strayed to the car she was currently screaming profanities at, and his eyes softened sadly, and he moved toward her. It was only then that he noticed that he'd seen the girl before, in one of his classes. It was Monica Dragoti, or rather Mona as she liked better. It was strange seeing students outside of school, but he figured it was a smaller world than he thought.

He walked up behind her cautiously and tapped her on the shoulder, peeking around. "You know if you use that kind of language in my class, I'd just have to report you..." he joked, trying to lighten her spirits with a small smile.

[MONA LISA DRAGOTI]

Mona turned with an angry glare upon her face. Her fist clenched to her side ready to throw a punch if anyone came close to her. She felt her eyes widen in surprise though when she saw one of her professors. She had recently been transferred out of his class and into Professor Edwards' class. She didn't know why or even how it happened but she couldn't complain. She loved Professor Martin, he was nice and a great teacher, but Mona need a challenge. Without that thrill of getting an answer wrong, well then it wasn't worth Mona's time. She needed to learn, to grow, and Edwards would give her that.

Mona made sure that most of the glare that she held was wiped off her face, but her eyes held the anger that she felt. She unclenched her fists, but her shoulders still held tight with tension. She let out a quiet sigh to try and calm down. But what could be the most surprising was that she did not smile. The smile that was put on her face as a defensive action was not there. She couldn't put one on, she was just to upset.

"Professor Martin, I...I didn't see you there. I'm sorry for my rude behavior." Mona forced the words out in a cheery fashion that she did not feel. "I should really control my outburst more."

Mona turned so he couldn't see her angry face, or the slight glint of sadness that lied underneath. She didn't understand what she did so wrong? She was just being who she was. She was Born this way, yet people still didn't like the fact that she liked girls. She was doomed to be an outcast from the world, like so many others who were different.

"I'm truly sorry you had to hear that, i promise it won't happen again, Sir. It just seems like some people really really like..." Mona thought about the right word for a moment before letting one slip out through clenched teeth. "art"

It was the kindest of words she could use, and the only one that didn't have her wanting to scream profanities. Mona felt the full rush of anger come back to wash over her.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian laughed at her constant apologizing. "You don't have to apologize, Mona, I'm not your teacher outside of school... In fact I'm not your teacher anymore at all..." He mentally cursed his boyfriend for taking her out of his class and into Criminal Law with him following that walk in incident. He hadn't spoken to him for a week... Though following the week had been two days of him not getting out of bed... For rather obscene reasons.

"I miss you... I mean, not like that no!" he blushed. "Its just you were one of my best students, you know? There needs to be someone in the class who knows all the answers, or else I'll go crazy trying to get through to them. Hehe." He cursed himself at his choice of words. Damn him and his stumbling.

When she said "art" through gritted teeth, he looked back at the car, and his eyes softened in realization. He dug his hands in his pockets and sighed. "Don't listen to them, Mona. They're just being regular assholes is all." He grinned at his now more appropriate wordchoice, at least in reference to the destroyed car. He anticipated her shocked expression before it would appear, and said "yes, I'm allowed to say asshole. Like I said, I'm not your teacher." He rolled his eyes. "And we're both adults, anyhow."

He moved toward the car a bit. "They slashed the tires too, huh? That happened to me once. Its why I don't own a car anymore. Less chance of that sort of thing happening, you know." He turned back to Mona. "I'm sorry."

[MONA LISA DRAGOTI]

Mona felt a small smile grace her lips. She truly like Professor Martin, he was in lack of better words, adorable. He was always so nice to her and never reprimanded her for always raising her hand. She missed his class, because well she just liked him as a teacher.

"I miss your class Professor, I tried to get changed back into it, but they said it was impossible. I don't know how I got changed out of it in the first place." Mona murmured with a thinking gaze on her car.

She turned away from her car with a light blush on her face when he cursed. It reminded her of the emotional outburst that she had earlier.

"I know you can say whatever you wish Professor, it's your right. Though technically I'm not an adult, I'm only 17." Mona felt the embarrassment come back. Mona didn't like to talk about her age, most people thought her already in her early 20's due to her usual clothes and intelligence. She didn't like the discriminating look that she got when she told employers that she was only a teenager.

"It's not your fault Professor so there's no reason for you to be sorry. This just means I will have to get up early for the bus, if they let me on this time." She whispered the last part. "I just don't know how I will tell Dolores "

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian wanted to grumble. Oh, he knew exactly why Mona had been switched out of his class. Moriarty, the damn git (he often referred to James by his assumed alias and used British language, just to annoy him whenever he was angry with him). It wasn't Mona's fault at all. No, James had just been a royal pain (literally) in his ass, so he was stuck with missing his favorite student. Normally Sebastian didn't like to play favorites, but he had really liked Mona!

Now the poor dear was distraught. God, he hated that. Insensitive pricks who didn't know when to back off. Now, he normally wasn't like this. But people like that, who looked down on other people, messed with their heads, verbally abused them...

They irked him.

Sebastian smiled kindly at Mona, and said, "Don't worry, Mona, I tried too. Believe me, I think its both out of our control... I don't particularly like you being in my boyfriend's class either, you know..." He blushed at the memory of her walking in on them, and he just knew that had been the reason for the switch.

Sebastian hardly payed attention to the age comment. He shrugged at her, and told her intelligence was subjective, not to age, but to maturity, and looked back at the car, sighing. "The people who did this to your car certainly weren't mature enough to behave like rational human beings. You're much better than them, Mona."

"If they let me on this time."

"Sorry, what?" he asked upon hearing her muffled statement. "If they let you on? Do they have a habit of not letting you on?" He didn't ask who Dolores was, as it really wasn't any of his business.

Suddenly, he felt a light pawing at his foot. Oh God... It was the dog again. He looked down, and there it was. The little beagle stared up at him with round and sad eyes, just waiting to be picked up by kind arms and carried swiftly home.

"Shoo!" he whispered, trying not to attract attention to him. He really still wasn't in the mood to deal with the dog, and rather wanted to focus on Mona. "I told you I'm busy, dog. Go... Um... Play? I think?"

He smiled cautiously up at Mona, shrugging his shoulders. "Damn dog's following me, hehe."

[MONA LISA DRAGOTI]

Mona looked away as she answered his question about the bus. "Well yes sometimes the bus driver doesn't like to let me on. He's a bit of a homophob." She shrugged as if it was not a big deal, and too her it wasn't. She had grown used to the dirty looks and hateful people. She had gotten used to them since she started highschool. Even in a place like New York she wasn't excepted well by others, but it was a fate that she had to get used to it. There were people out there that had it much worse then her, and she reminded herself of that every day.

Mona looked down as he talked to the animal at his feet and felt her face light up. The smile on her face shined brightly, and it was rare for her to be so caught up in happiness that she didn't hide her emotions. Mona quickly kneeled next to the small dog and held out her hand for him to sniff.

Mona had always loved animals. They couldn't lie or pretend to love you, plus they were adorable. Every girl loved to hug her plush toys at night and pretend they were real. She had begged her parents when she was younger to let her have a dog or a cat. But her father always told her no. Now Mona was out on her own and could have a pet if she wanted (and if Dolores said she could) yet she couldn't afford one. It was a 300 dollar deposit for a pet plus you had to feed them and take them to the vet. Mona didn't have enough money to take care of herself, she could afford a pet of her own.

She rubbed her face against the dogs head and let out a soft giggle when it licked her face. she hugged it happily and looked up and professor Martin.

"You are going to keep him arn't you Professor Martin?"

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Even though Sebastian had been in such a terrible mood, the dog making Mona smile was enough to brighten his own spirits, and he knelt down next to the girl and the dog. He patted the pup's head, and truly saw how dirty and unkempt he was, like a little street urchin. He sighed, and smiled.

"I dunno, Mona, my boyfriend... I mean... uh..." he blushed, forgetting she knew exactly who he was. "I mean Professor Edwards doesn't like dogs, and, well, we sort of live together, so... I don't think he'd be too happy with me bringing a stray home."

Truth was, he didn't know if he could handle a dog, with all his running around the city saving people's lives and such, his work, going out with James, having sex with James, shagging in the teachers lounge with James (he was adopting his language too, shagging and all), pretty much anything with James. Not to mention James might end up killing the dog if left in his care.

He sighed, but looked up happily at Mona. He knew she probably couldn't afford keeping a dog, so the one with the better situation for a dog between the two of them was Sebastian. At least he would love the dog, even if James didn't. But he couldn't be trusted to take care of it with his busy schedule. So...

"Tell you what. I'll keep the dog, so long as you come over and dog-sit him once in a while. I'm always busy, and I'd be willing to pay you, and you seem to really like him. That sound alright to you?" He gave her a big smile, hoping this would cheer her up. He picked the puppy (it really was just a baby) up and cradled it in his arms, and the dog licked Sebastian's cheek and barked with a strange sort of doggy laughter.

He looked back up at Mona, hoping his solution had been a good one.

[MONA LISA DRAGOTI]

Mona looked up at Professor Martin and almost giggled at his blush. It was just so adorable, even if he was a teacher. She gave him a small smiled and petted the puppy again.

"I would love to do that for you Professor, as long as Professor Edwards doesn't mind." She smiled down at the dog and thought back on how much she wanted a pet. Even a pet rock would of been an improvement. Lately she felt so lonely. She guessed it was just part of her being lesbian. It was hard for Mona to find anyone to accept and go out with her. Espically since she still love Dolores on the inside.

She smiled down at the puppy and gave it a light kiss on the head. She pet it softly on the nose. She wished the dog could be her's badly, but knowing her land lord that was not possible.

Mona felt a sadness wash over her but quickly covered it up with a smile, "So what will you name him?"

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian could tell a long time ago how lonely Mona was when they'd first met. IN a way, he realized he had felt the exact same way a few years ago. Now he was not so lonely. He had friends, and James. James probably wasn't the best influence on him, but he felt happier now than he ever had before. He realized how grateful he was to be so... well... blessed, even if he didn't believe in that sort of thing.

Now he also realized how unfortunate his former student must be.

He smiled at Mona, nodding. "Oh, I'm sure he will, but this is my dog now, so he really can't do anything about it. Can he?" he laughed.

He picked up the pup and cradled him in his arms. "I dunno what I'll call him... Hmm..." he mused.

"How about--"

Suddenly, his cell chirped in his pocket. The theme for Star Trek blared in the noisy silence of the street, ans Sebastian shifted the beagle in his arms so that he could reach for the mobile device. "Just a second," he said to Mona as he checked his new message for any importance. He hummed the theme song that had just been playing as he read the text from a coworker about a faculty meeting next week.

When his phone was back in his pocket, he realized he had been humming the tune to his favorite show!

"That's it!" he exclaimed, bringing the puppy up to his face and kissing his nose. The dog sniffed and winked his face, pawing at Sebastian's own."I'll call you Data, like Data from Star Trek!"

He was such a dork.