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What Is and What Should Never Be	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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It took until the middle of April for the weather to show signs that it was now spring. The temperatures gradually became warmer and the long, cold winter became a distant memory. There was plenty of work for Booker on the farm and he became adept at fixing fences and servicing farm equipment, all under the watchful eye of the elderly but very active Henry Henderson. He was happily content with his life. He enjoyed the outdoor existence of clean country air after so many years living in a noisy, car-fumed city. He took immense pride in his work and he secretly enjoyed the praise he received from his elderly mentor.
Unfortunately, Tom’s life had taken a turn for the worse. Since his birthday, he had faced some difficult times at school. Becca had kept his secret to herself for several weeks but had eventually revealed the truth about his sexuality to her new boyfriend, Jarrod. Although swearing him to secrecy, the news soon spread like wildfire and Tom received the hurtful and homophobic nickname of Take-it-up-the-ass Tommy. Once the teasing started, Tom completely withdrew from his peers and his schoolwork quickly began to suffer. He again found himself an outcast, the kid at school with whom no one could relate. Augustine Jones and Ernest Cowan did their best to shield him from the bullying and although they consistently punished the perpetrators, Tom ultimately had to fight his battles alone.
Booker had noticed an immediate change in Tom’s demeanor. His lover had become reserved, moody, and less sexually available. It had taken several weeks of gentle coaxing before Tom had finally revealed to Dennis what was happening at school. Booker had wanted to confront the bullies, furious that his beloved had become a target of homophobic abuse. But Tom had remained resolute. He did not want Dennis intervening on his behalf for fear of being conceived as weak and therefore, even more vulnerable and open to ridicule. He had to deal with the taunts in his own way, no matter how difficult it was.
Tom’s problems at school were not the only reason the teen felt so lost and alone. Doug’s release was imminent and Tom had no idea how to ask Booker to give up his idyllic farm life and follow him back west so he could once again be with his sibling. He felt torn between the two men he loved most in the world, his lover and his brother. When he thought about coming face to face with his father, the man who for four years, beat and raped him almost on a daily basis, he felt sick to his stomach. His world was once again crashing in around him and he had no control over it. He was terrified that Booker would choose the Hendersons over him and he was not sure he could survive without his lover by his side.
Several weeks after the abuse had begun, Tom sat cross-legged on the table underneath his favorite pine tree, staring sullenly at groups of children eating lunch together. He wondered why his life always seemed to turn to shit. For a short period, his school life had been perfect. Now, it was again the isolating hellhole he had come to expect. He knew he was failing most of his classes but he could not find the energy or resolve to turn things around. Principal Cowan had scheduled a meeting with Henry and Louisa to discuss the bullying and Tom’s subsequent declining grades. It was Tom’s secret hope that the Hendersons would think of him as a lost cause and allow him to leave school.
So lost in his contemplations, Tom did not see Becca until she was standing in front of him. His frown turned into a scowl and swinging his legs around, he jumped from the table and started to walk away. Becca caught him by the sleeve, her face etched with sadness. “Tommy wait!”
Turning abruptly to confront his former friend, Tom balled his hands into fists. “Fuck OFF!” he yelled at her, his eyes blazing with fury. “I never want to speak to you again!”
“Tommy I’m sorry,” Becca sobbed as she clutched at his arm. “I was so stupid. I thought I could trust Jarrod, I never thought he would tell everyone!”
Tom looked at her in disbelief as he fought to keep his angry tears at bay. “I thought you were my friend!” he shouted, “How could you do this to me?”
Their yelling caught the attention of other teenagers in the playground and soon several students had formed a circle around Tom and Becca, all eager to see what the commotion was about.
“Tommy please!” Becca pleaded, “I’m sorry, I’m sooo sorry!”
Tom pushed her away roughly. “I don’t give a fuck that you’re sorry, you’ve made my life hell you stupid little bitch!”
As he started to turn away, Tom found himself spun back around and a fist slammed painfully into his jaw. The force knocked him to the ground and he sat gazing up at the angry face of Jarrod Harris, Becca’s boyfriend. “No one calls my girl a bitch, faggot,” Jarrod sneered, as his classmates cheered him on. “Now why don’t you go home and let your boyfriend fuck you up the ass.”
Confident that he had shown Tom who was the better man, Jarrod turned away and clenching his fists, he raised his arms in a winner’s salute. So caught up in his own victory Jarrod did not see Tom clambering to his feet behind him. By the time someone yelled, “Look out!” Tom had already tackled him to the ground. Straddling his dazed victim, Tom repeatedly slammed his fists into Jarrod’s surprised face. Blood poured from the teenager’s nose and a large cut opened up above his eye. Tom was vaguely aware of screaming but he remained so focused on smashing the face of his tormentor that he did not know where it was coming from. Suddenly, he found himself dragged violently backwards and two strong arms wrapped around him and trapped his arms against his body, rendering him defenseless. He started to scream and curse, throwing his head backwards in an effort to head butt the person holding him. Dozens of pairs of wide, frightened eyes watched on as Tom fought to get free, his voice becoming more hysterical as each minute passed, “GET OFF ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”
Eventually Tom’s struggling ceased as exhaustion overwhelmed him. As his rage slowly diminished, he heard sirens in the distance. In a daze, he looked around and saw Jarrod lying bloodied on the ground with several teachers leaning over him. Many students were crying and others looked on in shock and bewilderment. The arms holding him remained firm and Tom had no choice but to stand still with his head hanging forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw flashing lights as an ambulance and a police car drove into the school. Two paramedics quickly alighted and wheeled a stretcher over to Jarrod. As the police officers approached, Tom slowly realized that he was about to be detained.
“We’ll take it from here,” the larger of the two officers told Tom’s captor. Strong arms wrestled him to the ground and a knee in his back held him firm as a large hand pushed his face down into the grass. He cried out as the officer wrenched his arms painfully behind his back and tightly handcuffed his wrists. Pulled unceremoniously to his feet, Tom grunted as both officers held him firm. “Are we going to have any trouble?” the smaller officer asked in a low menacing voice.
Tom shook his head, too stunned to speak. The officers led him past Jarrod, who was lying on the stretcher with an IV in his arm. It was then that he found his voice, “Will he be okay?” he whispered, trying to seek out Becca in the crowd of pale, shocked faces.
“You’d better hope so,” the officer replied in a flat voice. “If not, you’re going to be in a whole lot of trouble.”
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Sitting in a police cell with his head in his hands, Tom knew he had messed up big time. At best, he might get off with community service, at worst, a judge might decide he needed a more severe punishment, which would likely mean juvenile detention; the irony of which was not lost on Tom. His brother was due for release within weeks and now there was a very good chance that he would take Doug’s place within the system. Tom’s other fear was that the police would realize he was a runaway. The thought of the authorities returning him to his father was almost too much to bear. He doubted the Hendersons would want him back, not now that he had shown them what a screw up he really was. Not only had he messed up his own chances of a new life, he had also taken that opportunity away from Booker.
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed along the corridor and Tom lifted his head to see Booker running towards his cell. Rushing to the bars, he held out his arms and Dennis grabbed him through the narrow railings, pulling him against the cold, hard barrier. “Oh God Tommy!” Booker cried, “What the hell happened?”
At the anguish in his lover’s voice, Tom burst into tears. Booker tried his best to comfort him through the steel bars but he could only make minimal contact. Eventually, he pulled away and spoke to the police officer who was standing several feet away, observing the reunion in silence. “Can you let me in so I can talk to him?” Dennis pleaded. “He’s only sixteen. Please, I need to be with him.”
The officer hesitated for a moment before nodding. Moving forward, he unlocked the cell and held open the door. Booker rushed through and pulled Tom into his arms. “Shh, baby,” he whispered, desperately trying to calm Tom’s hysterics. “It’s okay, I’m here now.”
Tom jerked away and started pacing frantically around the tiny cell, tearing at his hair. “It’s not okay! I lost it Booker, I could have fucking killed him! Is he all right? No-one will tell me if he’s all right!”
“He’s okay,” Dennis answered quietly, aware that the officer outside was listening. “You broke his nose and fractured his cheekbone. Just don’t say anything more okay?”
“Why the hell not?” Tom snapped angrily, “They’re gonna find out everything anyway! It’s over. I fucked everything up and now it’s over!”
Dennis tried to allay Tom’s fears. “It’s not over. We can work it out Tommy, I promise.”
Tom stopped pacing and lifted a tear stained face to stare at his lover. “How?” he whispered.
Booker did not have an answer but he did not let Tom know that. “We’ll find a way baby,” he murmured softly, “Just let me do the worrying okay?”
Tom wanted to believe Dennis but deep in his heart he knew this time, his lover would not be able to make everything right.
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