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veiledndarknessTitle: Gone 5/?
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Future Bobby/Jack
Rating: R for violence, swearing
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, no harm intended.
Summary: AU. Jack's been taken, a pawn of Victor Sweet's game.
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Bobby sat by the window in Jack's bedroom, his fingers moving over the rosary in his hands. He whispered the prayers, one by one, reaching back to his childhood, of days with no food, accepting whatever the church donation handed out, of prayers and wishes and fading hopes each night that his bedroom door opened.
He closed his eyes and hung his head. He'd tried sleeping, but even Jack's pillow, the one that still held traces of his scent, was no good, not enough. Bobby sighed and ran his thumb over the beads slowly. Evelyn had given him the beads after the first month that he'd spent with her.
On his sixteenth birthday, he came home in the middle of the night, a bandage covering his partially done tattoo, a set of beads that he couldn't lose wrapped around his neck. She'd understood why, and took him to task for not being more careful about keeping it covered while it healed. Bobby ran his thumb along his neck and blinked back tears.
The longer he spent in the house, the more memories started to flow over him. Bobby put the rosary down abruptly and stretched out on Jack's bed, wrapping the sheets around his body, pretending that he could still smell Jack on them.
*
Jerry sat in the living room, his shoulders hunched. Angel lifted one of his guns and checked the chamber. He clicked it closed with a satisfied grunt. Bobby rubbed his forehead wearily, dark shadows under his eyes.
"What about Fowler?" he asked, his voice strained. "Without Green...He's waitin' for us."
"We gotta keep him outta this or Sweet'll turn away," Jerry said.
Angel rubbed his fingers along his thumb. "We need to take Fowler out before the meet," he murmured.
Jerry stared at him. "We can't kill a cop even if he is dirty," he said.
"He handed Ma to Sweet, okay? He ain't walking away from this," Bobby said coldly.
"So, what then? We just walk up and put a bullet in his head?" Jerry snapped. "You think for one second that the cops won't figure it was you?"
Bobby looked out the window, his eyes haunted. "If it means Jack's safe, then yeah, I'd do it," he muttered.
Angel blinked and looked at Bobby. Jerry shook his head at him silently. "No, we need something better, something that'll show Fowler for the piece of shit he is," he said.
Angel sat up a bit. "We need a distraction to keep him offa Sweet an' us," he said. "I can do that," he added, his lips curving in a grin.
*
Jack shivered and groaned when he heard the heavy footsteps on the stairs. He blinked and peered over the edge of the blanket, his stomach dropping when he saw the small group of men. He licked his lips nervously and stayed silent, watching them.
"We just found one of my men," the man in the middle of the group announced.
Jack bit the inside of his cheek, shivering again. The usual man, his ski mask in place stood at the side, close to where Jack was. The smaller man glared at Jack.
"Did you hear what I said?" he asked harshly. Jack blinked, looking at him.
"He mute or somethin'?" the man demanded. "Answer me, you sniveling fucker!"
The masked man nudged Jack lightly with his boot. "C'mon kid," he urged him quietly.
Jack sat up a bit. "So?" he asked in a strained voice. "What's that got to do with me?"
The smaller man laughed and nodded. "Whole lots got to do with you, sweetheart," he said. "Your brothers fucked him up and someone's gotta pay for that."
Jack cringed, his heart aching for the times that he heard Bobby call him sweetheart in his soft, husky voice, late at night when he'd climbed into Bobby's bed, fleeing the monsters in his dreams.
"Don't you know who I am?" the man yelled. Jack shook his head.
"I'm Victor Sweet, you dumb shit," he said, smirking coldly at the look on Jack's face.
"Yeah, that Victor Sweet," he continued. "Come to see you for myself. You ain't much, but you'll do." He eyed him. "Take that blanket off!"
Jack clutched at the blanket with nerveless fingers. "N-No..." he whispered.
"What'd you say?" Victor growled. "Did you just fuckin' say no to me? Nobody says no to me, you little bitch!" He clicked his fingers at the masked man beside Jack. "Take that blanket offa him."
Jack looked up at the man, pleading with him silently. The man sighed and lifted Jack upwards. "Just do it," he whispered in his ear.
Jack clung to the blanket. "D-Don't..." he said, his teeth chattering as the cold air hit his exposed skin. Victor chuckled and nodded. "Now, or I'm gonna pay a visit to your bitch girlfriend," he said to the man.
The masked man swallowed hard and pulled the blanket away from Jack completely. Jack let out a small cry, naked to the waist before Victor Sweet. He stared at the ground, tears of humiliation gathering in his eyes.
"Yeah, not so bad," Victor said, moving closer to him. "Got a real pretty mouth, eh sweetheart?"
Jack closed his eyes, shaking as he was inspected. "Take them jeans off," Victor said.
Jack's eyes flew open and he looked at him in horror. "N-No!" he said, edging away from him.
"Strip off or I'll have them cut the jeans offa you," Victor said coldly.
"Please..." Jack whispered, sniffling and struggling not to cough as he looked at the masked man.
The man looked back at him, pure pity in his eyes. "He really shouldn't be naked," he said aloud. "Boy's got a bad cold."
"Aw, poor baby," Victor sneered. "I don't give a shit if he's sick."
"He ain't worth nothin' to you if he needs a hospital for pneumonia," the masked man said calmly.
Victor eyed Jack, who was doing his best not to cry, his lips blue tinged, his chest rattling and hitching with each breath. "He ain't worth much to me now," he snapped. "Once I got Bobby taken care of, me and Jackie here, we're gonna get real close."
Jack froze, panic flooding him. Victor touched Jack's cool cheek, his fingers gripping him in a tight grip. "Oh yeah, real close," he crooned. "You an' me sweetheart, you on your knees, I bet you're real good at it."
Jack felt the first flickers of raw fury surge through him. He stared Victor in the eye, one tear trickling down his cheek. Victor smiled slowly until he felt the gob of spit hit his face, Jack's lips curved in a smirk.
Victor growled and backhanded Jack viciously, sending him reeling backwards. "That was a big mistake, sweetheart," he hissed.
Jack stumbled against the concrete wall, his lip split from the gaudy ring on Victor's finger. He clutched at his cheek, pain blossoming in his face. "You...You just wait," he whispered thickly. "He's comin' for me."
"And I'm gonna make him blow his fucking head off before I give you up," Victor snarled, storming up the stairs as he wiped at the spittle on his face.
Jack dropped to the floor, silent tears spilling over his cheeks, stinging the cut on his lip.
"You...You're so stupid!" the masked man grumbled, hurriedly wrapping Jack in the blanket. Jack leaned into his touch, sniffling and coughing wetly.
"You woulda done the same," he mumbled. The man snorted and rubbed Jack's cold hands in his own. Jack sighed, the tears flowing slowly.
"I woulda kept my mouth shut," the man said irritably. "Now you gone and pissed him off. Someone's gonna get hurt cause you made him mad, that make you happy?"
Jack closed his eyes, guilt gnawing at him. "I...I won't let him have me like that," he whispered.
The man tucked the blanket tighter, frowning. "You gotta stop wishin' for what ain't gonna happen," he said. "Life...It doesn't work that way."
Jack looked at him, the blue of his eyes dulled with pain. "I already know that," he said. "Bobby's comin' for me. You'd do the same if it was you that had this happening."
The man grunted. "Course I would, that don't mean I like all this," he said gruffly.
"But you're here with me," Jack said. "And that's something." He yawned and curled up, cradling his injured cheek. "What's your name?" he asked a moment later.
"Doesn't matter," the man said. "Sleep now." Jack eyed him and snuggled in closer to the blankets.
"Thank you," he whispered, grateful for even a hint of kindness from him.
The man nodded, running his fingers gently over Jack's hair, attempting to soothe him. Jack drifted off to sleep, his breathing still wet and heavy. The man felt his forehead and swore under his breath at how warm Jack's skin was.
He pushed the fears he held aside and left the basement, casting one more look at Jack before climbing the stairs.
*
Bobby slid his shirt on, followed by his sweater, keeping Jack's rosary close to his skin. He ran two fingers over the beads, his breath catching. "Gotta pick up Jerry still," Angel said, his body leaning against the doorframe.
"Yeah," Bobby grunted. He turned away from the mirror, and grabbed his hat, tugging it down over his messy hair.
"If this doesn't go down the way it oughta..." Angel started to say. Bobby glanced at him for a long moment. He shook his head silently. Angel sighed. "I don't even wanna think on it, either, but I'm bein' realistic right now, yeah?"
Bobby crouched and laced up his boots, hiding the tremor in his fingers. "It'll work," he said.
"Bobby..." Angel murmured, flexing his hands idly.
"Don't, ok?" Bobby snapped, a scowl darkening his face. "Just don't...Fuck! I gotta do this, ok? I gotta, I owe him this much, Angel. After...last time," he trailed off, hurriedly standing up then.
Angel eyed him from the doorway. "Jerry said you guys got some shit to sort out," he said flatly, no question to his words. Bobby groaned and rubbed the side of his head.
"Not that it's any of your damned business," he said, flashing an annoyed look at him.
"Slow down, Bobby, I ain't askin' for details," Angel shot back. "I wanna know that when we get him back, you aren't gonna bolt outta here like some chickenshit."
Bobby glared at him. "Me an' Jack..." he shrugged, his eyes gleaming with anger and frustration. "It's...It's not easy, s'never easy with him. I can't be...what he wants."
"You can, you're scared is all," Angel scoffed. Bobby crossed the room, shoving Angel hard.
"I'm not scared!" he shouted. Angel grinned and shook his head. "Whatcha got to be scared of?" he asked. "Jack loves the hell outta you, shit, all of us know that. So why you hidin' from him?"
Bobby backed away from Angel, breathing hard. "You guys...don't care?" he asked carefully, his fists still clenched, ready at his sides.
"Course not," Angel said lowly. "No one else is gonna be able to put up with your bullshit anyway," he added, smirking slightly.
Bobby flipped him off and stalked past him, a small smile curving his lips. "C'mon, let's get this shit going," he said gruffly.
*
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Future Bobby/Jack
Rating: R for violence, swearing
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, no harm intended.
Summary: AU. Jack's been taken, a pawn of Victor Sweet's game.
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Bobby sat by the window in Jack's bedroom, his fingers moving over the rosary in his hands. He whispered the prayers, one by one, reaching back to his childhood, of days with no food, accepting whatever the church donation handed out, of prayers and wishes and fading hopes each night that his bedroom door opened.
He closed his eyes and hung his head. He'd tried sleeping, but even Jack's pillow, the one that still held traces of his scent, was no good, not enough. Bobby sighed and ran his thumb over the beads slowly. Evelyn had given him the beads after the first month that he'd spent with her.
On his sixteenth birthday, he came home in the middle of the night, a bandage covering his partially done tattoo, a set of beads that he couldn't lose wrapped around his neck. She'd understood why, and took him to task for not being more careful about keeping it covered while it healed. Bobby ran his thumb along his neck and blinked back tears.
The longer he spent in the house, the more memories started to flow over him. Bobby put the rosary down abruptly and stretched out on Jack's bed, wrapping the sheets around his body, pretending that he could still smell Jack on them.
*
Jerry sat in the living room, his shoulders hunched. Angel lifted one of his guns and checked the chamber. He clicked it closed with a satisfied grunt. Bobby rubbed his forehead wearily, dark shadows under his eyes.
"What about Fowler?" he asked, his voice strained. "Without Green...He's waitin' for us."
"We gotta keep him outta this or Sweet'll turn away," Jerry said.
Angel rubbed his fingers along his thumb. "We need to take Fowler out before the meet," he murmured.
Jerry stared at him. "We can't kill a cop even if he is dirty," he said.
"He handed Ma to Sweet, okay? He ain't walking away from this," Bobby said coldly.
"So, what then? We just walk up and put a bullet in his head?" Jerry snapped. "You think for one second that the cops won't figure it was you?"
Bobby looked out the window, his eyes haunted. "If it means Jack's safe, then yeah, I'd do it," he muttered.
Angel blinked and looked at Bobby. Jerry shook his head at him silently. "No, we need something better, something that'll show Fowler for the piece of shit he is," he said.
Angel sat up a bit. "We need a distraction to keep him offa Sweet an' us," he said. "I can do that," he added, his lips curving in a grin.
*
Jack shivered and groaned when he heard the heavy footsteps on the stairs. He blinked and peered over the edge of the blanket, his stomach dropping when he saw the small group of men. He licked his lips nervously and stayed silent, watching them.
"We just found one of my men," the man in the middle of the group announced.
Jack bit the inside of his cheek, shivering again. The usual man, his ski mask in place stood at the side, close to where Jack was. The smaller man glared at Jack.
"Did you hear what I said?" he asked harshly. Jack blinked, looking at him.
"He mute or somethin'?" the man demanded. "Answer me, you sniveling fucker!"
The masked man nudged Jack lightly with his boot. "C'mon kid," he urged him quietly.
Jack sat up a bit. "So?" he asked in a strained voice. "What's that got to do with me?"
The smaller man laughed and nodded. "Whole lots got to do with you, sweetheart," he said. "Your brothers fucked him up and someone's gotta pay for that."
Jack cringed, his heart aching for the times that he heard Bobby call him sweetheart in his soft, husky voice, late at night when he'd climbed into Bobby's bed, fleeing the monsters in his dreams.
"Don't you know who I am?" the man yelled. Jack shook his head.
"I'm Victor Sweet, you dumb shit," he said, smirking coldly at the look on Jack's face.
"Yeah, that Victor Sweet," he continued. "Come to see you for myself. You ain't much, but you'll do." He eyed him. "Take that blanket off!"
Jack clutched at the blanket with nerveless fingers. "N-No..." he whispered.
"What'd you say?" Victor growled. "Did you just fuckin' say no to me? Nobody says no to me, you little bitch!" He clicked his fingers at the masked man beside Jack. "Take that blanket offa him."
Jack looked up at the man, pleading with him silently. The man sighed and lifted Jack upwards. "Just do it," he whispered in his ear.
Jack clung to the blanket. "D-Don't..." he said, his teeth chattering as the cold air hit his exposed skin. Victor chuckled and nodded. "Now, or I'm gonna pay a visit to your bitch girlfriend," he said to the man.
The masked man swallowed hard and pulled the blanket away from Jack completely. Jack let out a small cry, naked to the waist before Victor Sweet. He stared at the ground, tears of humiliation gathering in his eyes.
"Yeah, not so bad," Victor said, moving closer to him. "Got a real pretty mouth, eh sweetheart?"
Jack closed his eyes, shaking as he was inspected. "Take them jeans off," Victor said.
Jack's eyes flew open and he looked at him in horror. "N-No!" he said, edging away from him.
"Strip off or I'll have them cut the jeans offa you," Victor said coldly.
"Please..." Jack whispered, sniffling and struggling not to cough as he looked at the masked man.
The man looked back at him, pure pity in his eyes. "He really shouldn't be naked," he said aloud. "Boy's got a bad cold."
"Aw, poor baby," Victor sneered. "I don't give a shit if he's sick."
"He ain't worth nothin' to you if he needs a hospital for pneumonia," the masked man said calmly.
Victor eyed Jack, who was doing his best not to cry, his lips blue tinged, his chest rattling and hitching with each breath. "He ain't worth much to me now," he snapped. "Once I got Bobby taken care of, me and Jackie here, we're gonna get real close."
Jack froze, panic flooding him. Victor touched Jack's cool cheek, his fingers gripping him in a tight grip. "Oh yeah, real close," he crooned. "You an' me sweetheart, you on your knees, I bet you're real good at it."
Jack felt the first flickers of raw fury surge through him. He stared Victor in the eye, one tear trickling down his cheek. Victor smiled slowly until he felt the gob of spit hit his face, Jack's lips curved in a smirk.
Victor growled and backhanded Jack viciously, sending him reeling backwards. "That was a big mistake, sweetheart," he hissed.
Jack stumbled against the concrete wall, his lip split from the gaudy ring on Victor's finger. He clutched at his cheek, pain blossoming in his face. "You...You just wait," he whispered thickly. "He's comin' for me."
"And I'm gonna make him blow his fucking head off before I give you up," Victor snarled, storming up the stairs as he wiped at the spittle on his face.
Jack dropped to the floor, silent tears spilling over his cheeks, stinging the cut on his lip.
"You...You're so stupid!" the masked man grumbled, hurriedly wrapping Jack in the blanket. Jack leaned into his touch, sniffling and coughing wetly.
"You woulda done the same," he mumbled. The man snorted and rubbed Jack's cold hands in his own. Jack sighed, the tears flowing slowly.
"I woulda kept my mouth shut," the man said irritably. "Now you gone and pissed him off. Someone's gonna get hurt cause you made him mad, that make you happy?"
Jack closed his eyes, guilt gnawing at him. "I...I won't let him have me like that," he whispered.
The man tucked the blanket tighter, frowning. "You gotta stop wishin' for what ain't gonna happen," he said. "Life...It doesn't work that way."
Jack looked at him, the blue of his eyes dulled with pain. "I already know that," he said. "Bobby's comin' for me. You'd do the same if it was you that had this happening."
The man grunted. "Course I would, that don't mean I like all this," he said gruffly.
"But you're here with me," Jack said. "And that's something." He yawned and curled up, cradling his injured cheek. "What's your name?" he asked a moment later.
"Doesn't matter," the man said. "Sleep now." Jack eyed him and snuggled in closer to the blankets.
"Thank you," he whispered, grateful for even a hint of kindness from him.
The man nodded, running his fingers gently over Jack's hair, attempting to soothe him. Jack drifted off to sleep, his breathing still wet and heavy. The man felt his forehead and swore under his breath at how warm Jack's skin was.
He pushed the fears he held aside and left the basement, casting one more look at Jack before climbing the stairs.
*
Bobby slid his shirt on, followed by his sweater, keeping Jack's rosary close to his skin. He ran two fingers over the beads, his breath catching. "Gotta pick up Jerry still," Angel said, his body leaning against the doorframe.
"Yeah," Bobby grunted. He turned away from the mirror, and grabbed his hat, tugging it down over his messy hair.
"If this doesn't go down the way it oughta..." Angel started to say. Bobby glanced at him for a long moment. He shook his head silently. Angel sighed. "I don't even wanna think on it, either, but I'm bein' realistic right now, yeah?"
Bobby crouched and laced up his boots, hiding the tremor in his fingers. "It'll work," he said.
"Bobby..." Angel murmured, flexing his hands idly.
"Don't, ok?" Bobby snapped, a scowl darkening his face. "Just don't...Fuck! I gotta do this, ok? I gotta, I owe him this much, Angel. After...last time," he trailed off, hurriedly standing up then.
Angel eyed him from the doorway. "Jerry said you guys got some shit to sort out," he said flatly, no question to his words. Bobby groaned and rubbed the side of his head.
"Not that it's any of your damned business," he said, flashing an annoyed look at him.
"Slow down, Bobby, I ain't askin' for details," Angel shot back. "I wanna know that when we get him back, you aren't gonna bolt outta here like some chickenshit."
Bobby glared at him. "Me an' Jack..." he shrugged, his eyes gleaming with anger and frustration. "It's...It's not easy, s'never easy with him. I can't be...what he wants."
"You can, you're scared is all," Angel scoffed. Bobby crossed the room, shoving Angel hard.
"I'm not scared!" he shouted. Angel grinned and shook his head. "Whatcha got to be scared of?" he asked. "Jack loves the hell outta you, shit, all of us know that. So why you hidin' from him?"
Bobby backed away from Angel, breathing hard. "You guys...don't care?" he asked carefully, his fists still clenched, ready at his sides.
"Course not," Angel said lowly. "No one else is gonna be able to put up with your bullshit anyway," he added, smirking slightly.
Bobby flipped him off and stalked past him, a small smile curving his lips. "C'mon, let's get this shit going," he said gruffly.
*
