In which Andy is looking for a new job (In an au where neither black veil brides or palaye exist)

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Sexual assault

"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice," Andy says, once he's greeted the interviewer and sat down on the couch in her office.

"Now that I now what you look like, I'm sorry I didn't see you sooner."

Andy smiles a half smile, unsure of whether to be flattered or slightly disturbed.

"You're applying for the job of editor, I see."

"Yes. I have plenty of experience. I've worked a lot with journalism." He waits for her to give a response, though when she does, he wishes he hadn't heard it.

"That doesn't matter to me, Andrew. I wonder the experience you have in other areas..."

Andy sits up straight. "I'm sorry?" He asks, mildly alarmed and what she's implying. He crosses his legs.

"Let's both be honest, now, Andrew. I know and you know that it's not the job you're bothered about. What would an attractive man like you be doing here just for a job?"

"No, that's not-"

She moves from her chair and onto the couch, shushes him. "There's no need to lie about it, Andrew. I won't tell."

"I'm not lying." He moves away from her. "I came here for the job and just the job. That's why it's called a job interview and not a porno."

"With looks like that, who are you kidding?" She touches his cheekbone with her fingers and he pushes her hand away.

"I can see you're not gonna take me for anything more than a pretty face, so I'm gonna go. Thank you for the opportunity." Andy begins standing up and she puts a hand to his thigh. Andy pushes it off him. "I'm married," he says. "To a man."

"Aren't we all."

"Even if I wasn't, why would I apply for a job to screw the boss? That's not how thing work. Not for me, anyway. And if that's how you do things, I strongly advise you to have a good look at yourself, because that's disgusting."

She doesn't seem offended by his words. Andy realises she probably finds it hot, and she says in a hushed tone, "Don't be afraid, Andrew."

The man pushes a creeping hand off his knee, turns himself away from her and folds his arms. "I'm sorry if my looks tell you otherwise, but I am not interested in fucking anyone for money, alright? And the fact that you would ever think that in the first place is majorly offensive. I have a brain, emotions, a life that doesn't include getting jobs by having sex with the boss. The only person I will ever fuck, ever, is my husband. I would hope you would feel the same, but clearly you don't. God help your poor husband. Goodbye."

"Don't act so crazy, Andrew. Is it so wrong to be appreciated?"

Andy scoffs. "Appreciated? I'm appreciated by my husband, by my friends, by everyone who cares about me beyond how good I might be in bed! The only thing you appreciate is the fact that I'm a younger man who works out and has blue eyes. Don't talk to me about being appreciated, you're a fucking joke!"

"No man could appreciate you the way a woman can."

"That is wrong on so many levels. Are you really so one track minded that you can't imagine that a handsome man might not be automatically attracted to you? Are you so shallow that the only value you have for me is that I might contaminate myself with your disgusting body? There is a man waiting outside for me. He'll ask how this has gone because he cares and he appreciates me enough to care. He loves me, and not just because he thinks I might stick my cock up his arse! I am fucking horrified that you are in charge of such a large corporation, and I sincerely hope that you lose everything and have to live off tinned beans and a blanket for the rest of your sad, disgusting life. And by the way, when he asks, I'll tell him it was a fucking joke and that the boss is a sexual predator with no concept of professionalism."

"Sexual predator? I haven't done anything!"

"Or is it just the first time you've been told off for it? I'm leaving now. If you so much as look at me, I will end you."

She grabs his crotch now. Andy shoves her away, throws her laptop off the desk with force, punches her across the cheek, and walks out, slamming the door as he goes. As he walks through the building, where people are sat at desks, he yells, "This place is a joke!" and kicks a bin over.

"That was quick," Remington says when Andy gets in the car.

"Yeah, you might wanna start driving."

"Why?"

Andy looks at him, flexes his hand.

"Andy, what did you do? Did you punch the boss?"

"Just drive."

Remington shakes his head but starts the car. "I can't believe you," he says. "What did she do?"

"Nothing, Remington. Not now."

"It must have been something if you punched her."

Andy shrugs.

"Come on, just tell me. Should I be worried you'll punch me?"

The man shakes his head. "Not unless you only appreciate me for how I look."

"She mentioned your looks?"

"Mentioned? She tried to get me to fuck her for money!"

"Andy, that's assault."

"I know."

"You have to tell someone."

"I punched her, who do you think will look like the one in the wrong?"

"She tried to sleep with someone she was interviewing, you can't let her get away with that."

"Unfortunately, it's not that simple. Why are we going this way? Home is the other way."

"I know. But the police station isn't."

"Remington, I swear-"

"Give it a rest. You've been assaulted, I'm not letting that go unnoticed."

Andy sighs. "Chill out," he says. "Seriously, she hardly did anything, anyway. And even if she did, who are the police gonna believe? A man with tattoos who just smashed her laptop, or a woman with a black eye?"

Remington glances at him and frowns. "She can't get away with it."

"No, but she will anyway. Just turn around and go home. It's fine."

"What did she do, anyway?"

"Nothing, Remington, seriously."

"What did she do, Andy?" The younger asks firmly, desperately. "Tell me what she did."

"Seriously-"

"Did she touch you?" Interrupts Remington.

Andy leans his head on his hand and sighs again.

In the police station car park, Remington parks, turns towards his husband. "She did, didn't she? Jesus Christ, I will kill her!"

"Calm down, all she did was grab me, it's not a big deal."

"Andy, you've been assaulted! Get out the car."

"No, there's no point-"

"Fine, I'll tell them, then. She's not fucking getting away with this."

"You're acting like I was raped."

"You could have been!"

"Just drive home, seriously, I'm fine."

Remington opens the door and gets out. "No," he says. "It's not fine." He slams the door and begins for the entrance, Andy shaking his head before following him in. "My husband has just been assaulted," Remington tells the officer at the desk. "Sexually assaulted. By the woman interviewing him."

"You don't need to do this," Andy says from behind him. "Just leave it, Remington. I'm fine."

"No! I won't leave it! This isn't okay! She needs to be punished! What if she does it to the next person in there? What if she's done it before?"

"Sir, I need you to fill in these forms," says the officer, passing a clipboard across the desk.

Andy pushes it back but Remington takes it, sits in one of the blue chairs, and begins filling it out. "You can't let her get away with it," he says. "I don't care if you're 'fine'. You're literally not, because you're shaking, don't pretend I can't tell. Fucking stop trying to be a tough guy and tell me what her name is so I can write it down."

"Rem-"

"Name."

"Julia Crawley," Andy mumbles.

Remington writes it down. "Good. Now describe in detail what happened."

"Please-"

"Andy."

"This isn't necessary."

"Your face is whiter than these fucking walls, yes it is. Details."

"Why are you making me do this?"

"Because I care. Because if I don't, no one will. Because I love you. Details."

Andy puts his head in his hands. Then he lifts it and says, "pass me the clipboard."

Remington gladly gives it to him, rubbing his shoulder and mumbling, "proud of you." He watches Andy write, keeps himself from projecting his anger at the words on the paper, kissing the side of Andy's head once he's done and standing up with the clipboard. "I'll murder her," he says, hands it back to the officer. "Not literally. Don't arrest me."

"Can we go now?" Andy asks quietly. He takes Remington's hand and almost runs out of the police station.