Break Bad

Let's forget, atleast for today.

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August 7th, 4:48Pm.

Keith took a deep breath as he stood before the courthouse. He'd hoped he would have more time. Weeks, months. Yet less than a week after being let out, here he was.

Keith wore his typical black tshirt and jeans. No sense getting fancy now. Lance stood beside him in a blue dress shirt, and light gray pants.

Lance grabbed Keith's left hand.
"It's just a pre-trial, not the real thing, right? It'll be okay."
Lance said, trying to comfort Keith, but also himself.

Keith took a deep breath, and slowly let it out. He felt the nonexistent sweat on his back, and the anxiety at the borders of his mind. "Fuck I need a cig."

Lance squeezed his hand.
"You and me both, but I'd rather you not go in another coma."

"Okay, is Adam almost here?"
Keith asked, hoping the man would be a few more minutes, so they could delay the inevitable.

Lance shook his head.
"He's already inside."

Keith sighed.
'So much for that.'
"Okay...let's go then."

They stepped up the courthouse, and walked in. Inside it was a small waiting room, with a desk, and a receptionist. Keith walked up to her.
"Uh, Keith Kogane, here for pre-trial."

She typed it into her computer.
"Date of birth?"

"That's actually a matter of debate."
Lance said with a chuckled

The receptionist heklld her dead stare, unblinking. "Um, August 11th."

She typed it in, then pointed to a hallway behind her.
"Down that hall, fourth door on the right. Judge Caroline will be in shortly."

Keith nodded, and the both of them walked the hall, to the fourth door. Keith hesitated before it. He took another deep breath, and let it out slowly.
Lance pulled Keith to face him, and planted a kiss on his lips.
"It'll be okay, it's just a pre-trial."

Keith sighed.
"This is where we find out if he's going through with it. If we can get plea deals, if this is really going to court."

Lance rubbed his shoulder.
"I know. Worst case, he presses charges. Best case, he pisses himself and says sorry."

Keith let the shadow of a smile pass over his face, but it didn't last. "I hope your right."

Lance kissed him again.
"I'm always right. Now let's go."

Keith shook off the nerves, and opened the door, stepping inside. It was a long room, with a single table, and several chairs in either side. On the right, sat Adam. No one else was here.

"Oh, about time you guys showed up. Prosecution will be here in a few minutes."

"I thought they already were?".
Keith said.

"No no, we gotta clarify our points first. Go over things. One last run through."

Lance shrugged.
"We get to put it off longer? Works for me."

He and Keith sat beside Adam, Keith between the two of them. Adam spread out several papers on the table.
"Okay, so, your willing to accept plea deals right?" Adam asked.

Keith nodded.
"The most important thing is limiting jail time."

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind. But remember, if I say something you don't like, don't say anything in front of them, call for a timeout. And we'll discuss privately."

"Got it."
Keith said, nudging Lance..

"What? I wouldn't blurt anything out."
Lance squawked.

Adam shook his head.
"I've known you less than a week, and even I know that is not true. But okay. Next up, the story, are we sticking with what as discussed?"