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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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Aaron McQuaid stared at the couch where his youngest son sat, unable to believe what he was seeing. “Tommy!” he whispered, holding out his arms as though expecting Tom to jump up and embrace him. “Thank God you’re home.”
Tom sat frozen in fear, unable to voice his horror at seeing his father again. Booker stood up and slowly pulled Tom to his feet before standing in front of him in an effort to shield him from any contact with Aaron. “Lay a hand on him and I’ll kill you,” Dennis warned, his tone relaying the hatred he felt for the man standing before him.
Aaron turned his eyes to Doug. “Who the hell is that?” he asked, motioning towards Booker.
Doug chewed nervously on his lower lip. “His name’s Dennis, he’s Tommy’s friend.”
“BOYFRIEND!” Tom suddenly yelled. “Dennis is my boyfriend. He’s the one who found me when I was alone on the streets. He took me in, he helped me and I love him!”
“Whoa son, calm down,” Aaron soothed. “Let’s sit down and talk about it.”
Tom shot his father a look that was so full of hatred that Aaron actually took a few steps back. “I have nothing to say to you, you son-of-a-bitch,” Tom murmured. “You took my innocence from me and I’ll never, ever forgive you.”
“Tommy!” Aaron cried, his face twisting in anguish at the harsh words. “I’m sorry! I didn’t—“

“You’re SORRY?” Tom yelled, pushing past Booker so he was standing only inches from his father. “You RAPED me you bastard! For years and years you fucking beat me and raped me and now you’re sorry?” Tom let out a loud bitter laugh. “Well I guess that makes it all okay then. Yeah Dad, let’s be best friends now that you’re sorry. All is fucking forgiven.”
Turning away, Tom took hold of Booker’s hand. “We’re leaving. Doug, if you wanna talk then come with us, ‘cause I’m not spending another second breathing the same air as this pedophile.”
Booker smiled proudly as he followed Tom out of the house and into the clean, warm air. He felt an enormous relief when Doug exited the house a few moments later. The three teenagers walked down the road to the park where Doug and Tom used to spend their nights when escaping the wrath of their father. Tom climbed up onto the picnic table and sat cross-legged on the rough, chipped surface. Doug sat down on the attached bench but Dennis remained standing. Taking Tom’s hand, he gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m gonna go for a walk, give you two a chance to talk, okay?”
Tom nodded silently as he pulled Dennis in for a quick kiss. Doug cleared his throat noisily, embarrassed at the public display of affection his brother was showing towards another male. Breaking apart, Booker held out his hand to Doug. “Great to finally meet you. I hope you’ll consider what Tommy has to say.”
“Yeah, you too,” Doug muttered, shaking Dennis’ hand lightly but unable to meet his gaze. When Dennis was out of earshot, Doug turned his attentions to Tom. “Jesus Christ Tommy, what the hell is going on? You disappear for six-months and then you turn up with some guy and tell me he’s your boyfriend! This is crazy! You’re not gay!”
Staring down at his brother, Tom’s eyes filled with sadness. “Out of everything that’s happened, that’s what bothers you?” he asked quietly. “I’ve been through hell Doug. I ended up in a city with no money and I had to sell myself just so I could—“
“You were a prostitute?” Doug exclaimed. “So what, that Dennis guy was your pimp?”
Uncontrollable anger rushed through Tom’s veins and he hurled himself at Doug, knocking him to the ground. He managed to get in one good punch before Doug overpowered him and he found himself lying on his back with his arms pinned above his head and Doug’s heavy frame preventing him from moving. “Calm down,” Doug instructed, as Tom writhed beneath him. “I don’t wanna hurt you Tommy but I will if you don’t calm down.”
Seething that his brother had managed to get the better of him, Tom continued to struggle until he slowly realized that it was a pointless exercise, Doug outweighed him by at least eighty pounds. He stopped moving and stared up at Doug, scowling heavily. “Okay, you can fucking get off me now.”
Standing up, Doug held out his hand but Tom ignored it, preferring to get to his feet without assistance. He rubbed at the red marks on his wrists before climbing back onto the picnic table. “He’s not my pimp,” he muttered, glaring angrily at his brother. “I’d probably be dead if it wasn’t for Booker. He helped me through some pretty awful stuff Doug, but now we have a really good life and I want you to share it with me.”
“So what? You and Dennis have shacked up and are living the American dream? Come on Tommy, this isn’t you!” Doug replied, his frustration evident in his terse tone of voice.
“What isn’t me?” Tom asked quietly. “Being gay or being happy?”
Doug’s eyes softened and he pulled Tom into a hug. “I didn’t mean that Tommy. It’s just, things have changed for me too. When you left, Dad lost it. He felt responsible and it was what he needed to turn his life around. He gave up the booze and he’s held a job for months now. He even came to the family therapy sessions they held at juvy. Seriously Tommy, he’s a different man he’s—“
“A child rapist,” Tom murmured softly as tears filled his eyes. “Jesus Doug, how can you forget what he did to me?”
“I haven’t forgotten,” Doug muttered, his cheeks burning red, “But I think he was in a bad place when Mom died and he didn’t know what he was doing.”
Tom jumped down from the table and began to pace up and down in an agitated manner. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he cried, as the tears he had so far managed to contain, slowly slid down his cheeks. “I was eleven Doug! Eleven! How can you justify what he did to me? He stole my childhood and I don’t care how much he’s changed, I will never, ever forgive him!”
Doug sat silently for several minutes before speaking, “So I guess that’s it huh? You don’t want to come home and I don’t want to leave, at least not at the moment I don’t.”
“I guess so,” Tom replied gloomily. “But if you change your mind, you can come anytime, no questions asked okay?” He pulled the information card out of his wallet that contained Henry and Louisa’s address and phone number. “Here,” he said, handing it to Doug. “Just promise me you won’t give it to Dad, because I swear, if he comes anywhere near me, I’ll kill him.”
Tom’s words made Doug shudder. Taking the card, he put it in his wallet. “I promise,” he murmured and he gave his brother his lopsided smile. “Are you really happy Tommy?” he asked softly, wiping the tears from Tom’s face. “I mean, this Dennis guy, does he treat you good?”
Tom smiled broadly. “He’s my world Doug and I couldn’t be happier.”
The two brothers held each other close for several minutes before Doug turned silently away and left Tom sitting alone with only his thoughts for company.
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