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perpetual_motionTitle: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Anita Calls out Jack [5/?]
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law & Order
Pairing: [Ed/Lupo, Jack/Mike Cutter, Mike, Connie]
Rating: PG
Summary: Anita takes Jack out at the knees.
Disclaimer: If I were profiting from this, you know you'd be hearing about it.
Author's Notes: As per the usual, some credit for this goes to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amazonqueenkate, who was chatting with me when I laid down the basics. Mike Cutter, in high school, was probably an awkward kid, and the only person who really got him was his mock trial coach, Mr. McCoy. If you're not connecting the dots yet, you may want to get off the trolley. In short: High School AU, because it can be done.
Part One: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Mike Cutter Meets His Roommates
Part Two: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Mike's First Day of Classes
Part Three: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: One Night in the Mock Trial Room
Part Four: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Ed and Lupo Make a Connection
Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Anita Calls Out Jack [5/?]
By Perpetual Motion
Anita Van Buren is not a woman who misses much. She sees everything, no matter what Ed Green may reassure freshmen when he passes them beers. And she has certainly seen the way Jack McCoy has been watching Mike Cutter.
“I have not,” Jack says, when Anita pulls him into his office for a chat.
“Oh, come on, Jack.” She steeples her fingers and leans against her desk. “We’re not really going to play this game, are we?”
Jack leans back in the chair Anita offered him, hard-backed and slightly slanted. He crosses his arms and tries not to think that Anita had purposefully chosen the chair for interrogation use. “What game, Anita? You’re accusing me of looking at someone? Really? What evidence do you-“
“This is not the mock trial room. This is not your classroom. This is my office.” She snaps off each sentence with absolute precision. “Cut the shit.”
“There’s no shit to cut.” Jack matches Anita’s stare with one of his own. “He needs practice speaking in front of people. Everyone in the room watches him when he speaks.”
“Not like you watch him.”
“I’m his teacher.”
“Exactly.”
Jack can only look at her for a moment, the way she raises her eyebrow is infuriating. “I’m watching for slips, Anita. He has to memorize a great deal of what he-“
“Jack. Really. Must we do this?”
“What are we doing, Anita? All I’m hearing are vague accusations.”
Anita sighs and rubs the side of her head. “Fine. I’ll un-vague the accusation. I think you have a non-educational interest in Michael Cutter.”
Jack’s back straightens against the unforgiving angle of his hardback chair. He watches the way Anita leans back and waits for a rebuttal. He’s not entirely sure he has one. After a long moment of silence which he knows damns him more than any fiery response, he breathes out, uncrosses his arms, and stands. “Prove it,” he orders as he reaches for the doorknob.
“Jack-“ Anita’s cut off by the clicking of the latch as he closes the door from the other side. She raises her voice. “Don’t make me do this.” She can’t hear him walk away, but she is completely certain he’s already gone.
Anita considers her options. They’re few and fragile. She can let it lie and trust Jack to act in a responsible manner. She can call him on it again to see if he changes his story. She can pull Jack out of the classroom on suspicions that she has but will ruin his career whether she’s right or wrong. Her hunches are usually dead-on. Coupled with Jack’s reaction, she knows she’s on the right track, but to jump the gun when all she has is the way he can’t look away when Michael Cutter speaks, and the fact that Jack is acting as prickly as always, it’s not enough for her to do something as disruptive as yank him off the job.
She leans back into her chair and breathes deeply. If she’d really wanted to pursue the issue, she knows she would have stopped Jack from leaving. She wonders on her own fondness for the man and how much it could be affecting her.
Part Six
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law & Order
Pairing: [Ed/Lupo, Jack/Mike Cutter, Mike, Connie]
Rating: PG
Summary: Anita takes Jack out at the knees.
Disclaimer: If I were profiting from this, you know you'd be hearing about it.
Author's Notes: As per the usual, some credit for this goes to
amazonqueenkate, who was chatting with me when I laid down the basics. Mike Cutter, in high school, was probably an awkward kid, and the only person who really got him was his mock trial coach, Mr. McCoy. If you're not connecting the dots yet, you may want to get off the trolley. In short: High School AU, because it can be done.Part One: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Mike Cutter Meets His Roommates
Part Two: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Mike's First Day of Classes
Part Three: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: One Night in the Mock Trial Room
Part Four: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Ed and Lupo Make a Connection
Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Anita Calls Out Jack [5/?]
By Perpetual Motion
Anita Van Buren is not a woman who misses much. She sees everything, no matter what Ed Green may reassure freshmen when he passes them beers. And she has certainly seen the way Jack McCoy has been watching Mike Cutter.
“I have not,” Jack says, when Anita pulls him into his office for a chat.
“Oh, come on, Jack.” She steeples her fingers and leans against her desk. “We’re not really going to play this game, are we?”
Jack leans back in the chair Anita offered him, hard-backed and slightly slanted. He crosses his arms and tries not to think that Anita had purposefully chosen the chair for interrogation use. “What game, Anita? You’re accusing me of looking at someone? Really? What evidence do you-“
“This is not the mock trial room. This is not your classroom. This is my office.” She snaps off each sentence with absolute precision. “Cut the shit.”
“There’s no shit to cut.” Jack matches Anita’s stare with one of his own. “He needs practice speaking in front of people. Everyone in the room watches him when he speaks.”
“Not like you watch him.”
“I’m his teacher.”
“Exactly.”
Jack can only look at her for a moment, the way she raises her eyebrow is infuriating. “I’m watching for slips, Anita. He has to memorize a great deal of what he-“
“Jack. Really. Must we do this?”
“What are we doing, Anita? All I’m hearing are vague accusations.”
Anita sighs and rubs the side of her head. “Fine. I’ll un-vague the accusation. I think you have a non-educational interest in Michael Cutter.”
Jack’s back straightens against the unforgiving angle of his hardback chair. He watches the way Anita leans back and waits for a rebuttal. He’s not entirely sure he has one. After a long moment of silence which he knows damns him more than any fiery response, he breathes out, uncrosses his arms, and stands. “Prove it,” he orders as he reaches for the doorknob.
“Jack-“ Anita’s cut off by the clicking of the latch as he closes the door from the other side. She raises her voice. “Don’t make me do this.” She can’t hear him walk away, but she is completely certain he’s already gone.
Anita considers her options. They’re few and fragile. She can let it lie and trust Jack to act in a responsible manner. She can call him on it again to see if he changes his story. She can pull Jack out of the classroom on suspicions that she has but will ruin his career whether she’s right or wrong. Her hunches are usually dead-on. Coupled with Jack’s reaction, she knows she’s on the right track, but to jump the gun when all she has is the way he can’t look away when Michael Cutter speaks, and the fact that Jack is acting as prickly as always, it’s not enough for her to do something as disruptive as yank him off the job.
She leans back into her chair and breathes deeply. If she’d really wanted to pursue the issue, she knows she would have stopped Jack from leaving. She wonders on her own fondness for the man and how much it could be affecting her.
Part Six
