By Chance
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
24
Views:
4,273
Reviews:
56
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 21
Disclaimer: These characters are mine.
Chapter 21
Joe Vic was bent under the hood, a minute or two away from finishing the tune up. His brows were knotted together in concentration. The sooner he was out of there, the better. At least then he wouldn’t have to worry about Rue, because he would be right there with her.
Everything would probably be fine, but you could never know when dealing with greasy assholes like the one that he’d met that morning.
“It’ll be okay.” He could chant that as long as he wanted, but the feeling along the back of his neck just wouldn’t go away. It was cold and stiff and bugging the hell out of him.
There was just one more nut to tighten, and then, there he was done. He closed the hood with secure bang, and turned to find, Old Bill standing behind him.
“Hey,” He began. The look on the older man’s face was one that he would never forget. “What’s wrong?”
Old Bill patted his shoulder with a firm hand, steering him away from his work station. “Come on, we need to talk in my office.” Joe Vic allowed the older man to lead him into his office.
When the door shut, he turned around to face Old Bill. “Alright, we’re in here. Now, what’s going on?”
The older man sighed. “I didn’t want to tell you out there, Mary just called me…Joe Vic, Rue’s in the hospital. Someone broke in…”
Whatever came next, Joe Vic missed, because his ears were full of loud white noise as anger surged through him. He made for the door, but a strong hand gripped him. “No, we’re going to see her…together, you hear me, and but you’re going to calm down first.”
Joe Vic grunted in compliance, too anger to speak. His jaws were clenched tight, harder enough to spit diamonds; to follow Old Bill out of the shop to his car and on to the hospital. Everything in his body screamed to lash out, to hit and break things. He reined in on his feelings as they entered the hospital.
Old Bill seemed to know exactly where to go. Joe Vic followed mechanically, his feet moving by some force other than his own, his mind was occupied with the horrors of what he’d see. The rounded a corridor and followed the arrow above pointing to the Intensive Care Unit. Once heavy set of metallic double doors, they saw Mary standing near the nurse’s station with handkerchief to her mouth.
She looked up to see the pair. Her eyes glistened with a wall of unshed tears; she latched on to Old Bill, burying her face into the crook of his shoulder. Her shoulders shook with a steady trembling as she sobbed against.
Joe Vic turned away from their scene to look in to look where Mary had been staring. Through the glass, he could see a room of white. To say that the scene looked like something out of a movie was more than appropriate.
She looked like a broken angel, so ethereal and pale. Her dark tresses fanned across the pillow as tubes crisscrossed her form. There was an air mask over her nose and mouth, bandages over her left forearm. Her face was covered in an array of purples and black, her beautiful face swollen and distorted.
Hand came to rest on his shoulder, much softer than Old Bill’s. Mary stepped beside him.
“Joe Vic--” She began.
His gaze didn’t stray from the window. “What happened?”
Mary released a deep sigh. “There were men in your apartment and …oh God, they—they were hurting her.” She broke into a fresh round of sobs.
Joe Vic embraced his pseudo-mother. “Has she woken up?”
Mary shook her head negatively. “I went and called the police. They left, but when I went back inside…there was so much blood.” She wiped her eyes. “I couldn’t help her.”
“No.” He shook his head. “You did. You called the police.”
Joe Vic looked around. “Can I see her? Do I need to talk to someone…the police?”
“Go talk to the nurses. They can tell you more than I can.” Mary said, as she remained at the window.
Joe Vic turned away, but a grip on his bicep held him in place. “Joe Vic.”
“Yeah,” He met Mary’s eyes.
“I know…and I still love her and you.”
He turned away again. There were people he needed to talk to
TBC
Chapter 21
Joe Vic was bent under the hood, a minute or two away from finishing the tune up. His brows were knotted together in concentration. The sooner he was out of there, the better. At least then he wouldn’t have to worry about Rue, because he would be right there with her.
Everything would probably be fine, but you could never know when dealing with greasy assholes like the one that he’d met that morning.
“It’ll be okay.” He could chant that as long as he wanted, but the feeling along the back of his neck just wouldn’t go away. It was cold and stiff and bugging the hell out of him.
There was just one more nut to tighten, and then, there he was done. He closed the hood with secure bang, and turned to find, Old Bill standing behind him.
“Hey,” He began. The look on the older man’s face was one that he would never forget. “What’s wrong?”
Old Bill patted his shoulder with a firm hand, steering him away from his work station. “Come on, we need to talk in my office.” Joe Vic allowed the older man to lead him into his office.
When the door shut, he turned around to face Old Bill. “Alright, we’re in here. Now, what’s going on?”
The older man sighed. “I didn’t want to tell you out there, Mary just called me…Joe Vic, Rue’s in the hospital. Someone broke in…”
Whatever came next, Joe Vic missed, because his ears were full of loud white noise as anger surged through him. He made for the door, but a strong hand gripped him. “No, we’re going to see her…together, you hear me, and but you’re going to calm down first.”
Joe Vic grunted in compliance, too anger to speak. His jaws were clenched tight, harder enough to spit diamonds; to follow Old Bill out of the shop to his car and on to the hospital. Everything in his body screamed to lash out, to hit and break things. He reined in on his feelings as they entered the hospital.
Old Bill seemed to know exactly where to go. Joe Vic followed mechanically, his feet moving by some force other than his own, his mind was occupied with the horrors of what he’d see. The rounded a corridor and followed the arrow above pointing to the Intensive Care Unit. Once heavy set of metallic double doors, they saw Mary standing near the nurse’s station with handkerchief to her mouth.
She looked up to see the pair. Her eyes glistened with a wall of unshed tears; she latched on to Old Bill, burying her face into the crook of his shoulder. Her shoulders shook with a steady trembling as she sobbed against.
Joe Vic turned away from their scene to look in to look where Mary had been staring. Through the glass, he could see a room of white. To say that the scene looked like something out of a movie was more than appropriate.
She looked like a broken angel, so ethereal and pale. Her dark tresses fanned across the pillow as tubes crisscrossed her form. There was an air mask over her nose and mouth, bandages over her left forearm. Her face was covered in an array of purples and black, her beautiful face swollen and distorted.
Hand came to rest on his shoulder, much softer than Old Bill’s. Mary stepped beside him.
“Joe Vic--” She began.
His gaze didn’t stray from the window. “What happened?”
Mary released a deep sigh. “There were men in your apartment and …oh God, they—they were hurting her.” She broke into a fresh round of sobs.
Joe Vic embraced his pseudo-mother. “Has she woken up?”
Mary shook her head negatively. “I went and called the police. They left, but when I went back inside…there was so much blood.” She wiped her eyes. “I couldn’t help her.”
“No.” He shook his head. “You did. You called the police.”
Joe Vic looked around. “Can I see her? Do I need to talk to someone…the police?”
“Go talk to the nurses. They can tell you more than I can.” Mary said, as she remained at the window.
Joe Vic turned away, but a grip on his bicep held him in place. “Joe Vic.”
“Yeah,” He met Mary’s eyes.
“I know…and I still love her and you.”
He turned away again. There were people he needed to talk to
TBC