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Fred had gotten up and up and made his way to the dining hall. He had a light breakfast with his dad and his stepmother. They didn't talk much, mostly eating in silence, but the silence was nice. It came from a comfortable atmosphere that a family should have rather than the barely restrained malevolence his mother would have been.

Eventually he said "goodbye," and they wished him to have a great day at school as he got into his van and drove to school. He got onto the highway, making quick time, and made his way into the school's student parking lot with time to spare.

Fred put his backpack over his shoulder and began to walk into school. His guard was up though, as he still suspected Daphne of planning something for him, and God knew what she would do to him if he let her get the drop on him. So that was how Fred spent his first few classes, paying attention to the teacher but also making sure to take a quick glance around the room for anything Daphne might be trying to pull on him.

Eventually, halfway through the school day, he was called into the school's office. Not really sure what he did and worried that Daphne had framed for something, he made his way over to the principal's office. Once he made his way into the office, he got very afraid.

Because sitting there opposite the principle was Daphne's lesbian cop mom's, and considering the last time he'd been framed for a crime, they'd shot him in the leg. He'd rather not find out what they do to him because of what their daughter said. Maybe he could count on the principle stopping them and coming to his defense, but considering at the last school assembly she kept raving about toxic masculinity, that wasn't all that likely.

"Hello Fred. Good to see you've finally arrived. These two lovely ladies wanted to have a word with you. So while they do that, I'll patrol the halls for a bit." The principal said as she walked out of the room. Fred was stuck wondering if he should ask her to come back and wondering if her being there would make a difference considering she was such a man-hating feminist.

As Fred was trying to figure out the nearest escape root if they tried to shoot him again. He didn't notice the looks on the Lespo cops faces. When Fred entered the room, they were looking at him with stern, hard looks that promised swift **** if they didn't get the right answers.

Then there was the sound of wings flapping and a bowstring being pulled, and then the sound of two arrows hitting their mark—not that any mortal could hear these sounds. Now they had confused blushing looks on as Fred suddenly looked like the most beautiful thing that both of them had ever seen.

Fred eventually is still not looking at them directly yet but at the windows and door like a frightened animal looking for escape, knowing if he doesn't find it he's finished. As both Lesbo cops began to take in his frightened expression and not just his six pack that they could see through his shirt and beautiful blond locks, which on any man they would care about but on Fred they knew was perfection.

As both began to wonder why Fred was so afraid of them, they both promptly remembered simultaneously shooting him in his legs, barely missing his knee caps. They tried to recall why they did that and remembered why and came to the sad conclusion they listened to the moron Velma. Who only proved that some other woman had been blackmailing Fred for money? In fact, when they shot Fred, they effectively caught Velma doing the same thing.

So both one again came to the same conclusion. Though this time it was why Fred was afraid because, as far as he was concerned, they weren't cops; they were a firing squad, and he was to die today. The two women looked to each other and had a quick, silent conversation while looking into each other's eyes. They then quickly looked to Fred, putting on the most friendly faces they had.

"Fred, your not in trouble; we just wanted to apologize." Donna said in a calm and gentle tone of voice.

" Apologize?" Fred asked incredulously, wondering why the two lesbian cops were apologizing to him now and was staring to get worried it was going to be one of those 'I'm sorry you had to die bam' type of things.

"Yes, Fred. Just recently we've had to go over our case files and go back over the situation where we shot you in your legs. We realized we overreacted and fired prematurely for that. We are very sorry." Linda said also in a gentle voice, explaining why their apologizing, though it was complete crap; they'd never really cared about shooting him until they fell in love with him, then it became a very important mistake.

"While I accept your apology, I guess. There was a serial killer on the loose who was mom. I can't really blame you for getting jumpy and shooting wrong, Jones, I guess." Fred said he was trying to be understanding and be a better person.

"Thank you, Fred. It's great that you're so understanding." Donna said in a happy voice, clearly trying to butter up Fred.

"Yes, it is. Now, Fred, we can't exactly leave things as we are." Linda said in a gentle voice, surprising Donna and Fred, causing them to stare at her in confusion. "We owe you one, Fred. Just remember that Fred called us, and we help you as best we can to try and make up for our mistakes." Linda said in a happy tone.

Fred and Donna were surprised, but Donna quickly nodded and had her hand out for Fred's phone, and he duly handed it over. She quickly put in both their personal numbers before sending him on his way back to class.

The two women sat there a moment. Before both said at the same time "shit." As both had their lives upended in a single moment as they fell in love with Fred. They both headed home, and Fred spent the rest of the school day wondering if the two Lespo cops he'd probably made a good bet would be his end had just apologized for hurting him at all.

Eventually the day ended, and both the cops and Fred headed home. While Fred had dinner with his family, he then went to bed to sleep like a baby. The Lesbo cops dealt with their situation a bit differently.