Fic, untitled, PRDT.

[estirose]

tptigger and I were discussing our Charmed/DT fics the last few days, and I got this plot peep out of it. (Yes, there is a connection between the discussion and this fic.)

Anyway, PRDT, unbeta'd, rated 8+ maybe.


"Trent, this is Sarah Boyer. She's an art instructor, and I've agreed to let her teach you how to draw other than... comic style."

Trent looked at the petite woman with hair in a bun oddly. Admittedly, his father had financed the comic book thing, but his father had never been really fond of Trent's penchant for art.

"Sarah Boyer, this is my son, Trent."

"Pleased to meet you." Sarah was eyeing him as if he had come in splashed in paint - or, in his case, ink, and not a clean white shirt and white pants.

"The same," he said, though he wondered what his father had in mind.

"I'll leave you two to discuss the curriculum," Anton said, making his way out of the room.

Trent watched the woman warily. "So, you're an art tutor? What are you doing private teaching?"

Sarah frowned. "I was approached by someone who knew that your... art... was not pleasing to your father; I made a proposition to him that he accepted. For the moment, you are my only private student."

"Right."

"You and I will be meeting every week. My class will include visiting museums, studying art history, and developing your skills by imitating the masters. Have you ever used a paintbrush before?"

"Um. No," Trent said. Of course his father had decided to deal with his interest in art by making it as boring as possible.

"Then you will learn," Sarah said. "Eventually, I'll allow you to draw, but first you must learn to appreciate what's been done before. Your first lesson will be Friday, after school. I've left a list of suggested books with your father; I trust that you will at least start on one of them before I see you next."

With that, she swept out of the room, and Trent wondered what he'd done to deserve her.

I might expand this one out someday. I don't know yet.