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Ask Me No Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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Standing over Tom’s shaking body, Booker felt a mixture of both sympathy and anger. He could see that his lover was far more traumatized than he had been when he was released from jail and he wondered how long it would take before his friend would be able to overcome the suffering he had endured. His heart ached for Tom but he also felt anger and disappointment that he had kept his hospitalization a secret. He felt hurt and betrayed that Hanson had not opened up to him about his breakdown and he could not help but begin to doubt his decision to take him back to Nevada. He knew that if they could not be honest with each other, their relationship was destined to fail before it had even begun.
Sighing heavily, he offered out his hand and helped Hanson to his feet. When he saw the misery in his eyes, he decided not to confront him about his stay in hospital so instead, he draped an arm around his trembling shoulders and gave them a squeeze. “You look exhausted,” he commented. “Penhall won’t be back for a while and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you slept on his bed for a few hours.”
Pulling free of Booker’s embrace, Tom gave his friend an irritable look. “Don’t speak to me like I’m a child,” he sulked. “I may be fucked up but I’m capable of making my own decisions.”
“Fine,” Booker huffed in exasperation. “If you don’t want to sleep, don’t sleep. It makes no difference to me.”
An awkward silence hung heavy in the air until Tom stepped forward and laid a hand on Booker’s arm. “Sorry,” he apologized in a soft voice. “I know you were only trying to help.”
Booker managed a small smile. “I guess I need to stop babying you, huh?”
A soft blush tinged Tom’s cheeks and lowering his head, he shoved his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans and shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno,” he replied clumsily as he stared up at Booker through his long bangs. “I guess I kind of like it that you want to take care of me.”
The sexual tension in the room was palpable and it was Booker’s turn to redden. “Jesus Tom,” he muttered in embarrassment. “We made a pact to take it slow. Stop flirting with me.”
Tom’s lower lip protruded into a soft pout. “Wasn’t,” he mumbled childishly. “I just wanted you to know that I was sorry.”
Dennis felt a yearning in his heart but he quickly pulled his emotions in check. Tom had a knack of making him go weak at the knees with just one look and he knew he had to tread warily. It would be very easy to fall back into a sexual relationship, but that was not what his friend needed. Stability and support were the key factors in helping Tom through the next phase of his life and sex would only complicate things. However, he also knew that it would take all his self-control to resist Tom if he continued to make advances; he was after all a hot-blooded male and Tom was his Achilles’ heel.
Ignoring the compulsion to take Hanson in his arms and kiss him passionately, Booker decided he needed to take the detached approach. “Well if you don’t want to sleep then let’s start packing the car,” he replied in a sharp voice. “I’ve changed my mind and I want to leave as soon as we’ve spoken to Penhall.”
Seeing the hurt in Tom’s eyes, he immediately regretted the harshness of his tone and he swore under his breath. He started to apologize but before he had the chance, Tom threw him an angry look and stormed up the stairs to Doug’s bedroom.
**
The two men had packed the car in silence and once they were finished, Tom returned to Doug’s bedroom and climbing onto the bed, he curled into a ball and fell into a troubled sleep. Booker remained downstairs, silently berating himself for behaving in such a petulant manner. He knew he had done it out of fear; fear of not being strong willed enough to ignore the sexual advances of a man damaged by abuse. He could see the longing in Tom’s eyes, his need to feel loved and it terrified him. Tom’s words “I don’t know what I am!” still haunted him and he was well aware that once Tom began therapy, there was a very strong possibility that their relationship might end. Therefore, he had made the decision to step back and let his friend figure out his sexuality before he allowed himself to fall under his spell.
The sound of a key in the door pulled Booker from his ruminations. Turning his head, he saw Doug walk into the apartment and standing up, he strode across the room and offered his hand. “Hey Penhall,” he greeted somewhat wearily. “Good to see you.”
Doug shook Booker’s hand whilst his eyes searched the room. “Yeah, you too,” he replied somewhat halfheartedly. “Where’s Tom?”
Dennis sighed heavily. “He’s asleep. He had a panic attack earlier and he hasn’t been sleeping well.”
“Yeah,” Penhall replied. “Those attacks are pretty scary.”
Seeing an opening, Booker gave Doug a hard look. “Yeah they are,” he agreed through clenched teeth. “Which makes me wonder… why the hell didn’t you tell me that Tom was hospitalized when he was staying with you?”
Tossing his keys onto the coffee table, Penhall sat down on the couch and gave Dennis an apologetic look. “Sorry,” he muttered. “I guess I should have said something but I was protecting him. He was pretty embarrassed by the whole incident.”
Booker relaxed and gave Doug a sympathetic look. “Yeah, I understand the need to protect him,” he confessed quietly. “But from now on, I think we need to encourage Tom not to keep secrets.”
When Penhall remained silent, Dennis sat back down on the couch and let out a heavy sigh. “He seems to be getting worse Doug,” he confessed in a tired voice. “The nightmares, the panic attacks; they’re controlling his life. He’s so fragile and yet he’s prone to these violent outbursts. It’s frightening how quickly his mood can change. I try to comfort him as best I can but I don’t know if I’m helping him or making things worse.”
Sitting down next to Booker, Doug could not quite keep the cynicism out of his eyes. “So your solution is to take him back to Nevada, away from all his friends so you can what, nurture him?”
Booker immediately saw red. “Friends?” he spat back angrily. “What fucking friends would they be Doug? Neither Harry nor Jude has bothered to contact Tom since his release. Speaking of which, where is Fuller? Did he just forget about Hanson once he was no longer part of Jump Street? I’m trying to help Tommy, so don’t you fucking patronize me! Contrary to what you may think, I only want what’s best for him. There’s no ulterior motive, I just want him to get well.”
Standing up, Penhall glared down at his ex colleague. “Bull fucking shit Booker!” he replied angrily. “I know why you want Tommy to live with you. I know about the tape of you raping him, I know that you had a relationship in jail and I fucking know that he thinks he’s in love with you! But the thought of the two of you together makes me sick and I wish to God that I’d lied to Tom and told him I couldn’t find you. At least that way he’d get the help he needs without having to give you sexual favors in return!”
Getting slowly to his feet, Booker’s eyes flashed dangerously. “You think I raped Tom?” he seethed through gritted teeth. “You think that I coerce him into having sex with me?”
Taking a step forward, Doug’s stare remained fixed and his voice did not falter. “Yes,” he replied coldly. “I do. I don’t trust you Booker, I never have and I never will.”
Clenching his fists into tight balls, Booker fought to keep his temper under control. “You have no idea what Tom and I went through,” he replied bitterly. “We went through hell together and I would NEVER do ANYTHING to hurt him.”
A flicker of uncertainty showed on Doug’s face and he lowered his eyes for a moment before resuming his gaze. “If you love him then let him stay here with me.”
“No.”
At the sound of Tom’s voice, both men turned around in surprise. Hanson stood at the top of the stairs, his pale face still displaying signs of exhaustion. Moving quickly forward, Booker took the steps two at a time and reaching the top, he placed a worried hand on his friend’s shoulder. "Tommy,” he murmured softly. “I thought you were asleep.”
“I heard yelling,” Tom replied flatly.
“It’s nothing,” Booker reassured him. “Doug and I were just—”
“DON’T TREAT ME LIKE A FUCKING CHILD!” Hanson yelled back angrily. “I heard everything you said!”
Penhall started to approach the stairs but Tom held up his hand. “Don’t,” he warned in a shaky voice. “If you come anywhere near me I swear I’ll fucking kill you.”
A glimmer of fear flashed in Doug’s eyes and he immediately stopped moving. Looking up at his friend’s angry face, he attempted to reason with him. “Tom,” he replied in a calm voice. “Just listen to what I have to say. I want you to know that you have options, that you can stay here and continue treatment with Doctor Farmer. Then when you’re well, if you still want to live with Booker you can—“
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Tom screamed and running down the stairs, he shoved Penhall forcefully in the chest, causing him to stagger backwards. “You told me you wanted me to be happy! Why are you trying to stop me from being with Dennis? Why do you want to hurt me?”
Concerned by Tom’s level of agitation, Doug held up his hands in surrender as he tried to diffuse the situation. “Hey buddy,” he soothed. “Forget about it. I was just trying—”
“NO!” Tom yelled back, his face red with anger. “I won’t forget about it! This is my life you’re trying to control. Men dominated me every… fucking… night when I was inside and I won’t be told what to do anymore! I’m fucking sick of it so leave me the fuck alone!”
Tom’s verbal attack rendered Doug speechless and he stood gaping in shock at the man who used to be his best friend. Never had Tom spoken to him with such venom in his voice and it was then that he knew for sure that the Tom Hanson he knew and loved was gone. The man standing before him was a stranger and he wondered if they would ever be able to repair their friendship.
Booker slowly moved down the stairs and stood next to Tom. Although he felt a glimmer of sadness for Penhall, he was not about to intervene. Doug’s spiteful accusations had wounded him deeply and he was not ready to forgive and forget. Placing a hand on Tom’s shoulder, he gave it a gentle squeeze. “Are you ready to go?” he asked softly.
Tom nodded silently and pushing roughly past Penhall, he headed towards the door. Putting his hand on the doorknob, he paused for a moment before speaking without turning around. “Send me the papers for my Mustang and I’ll sign it over to you,” he instructed in a detached voice. “That should more than cover what I owe you.”
Realizing that he was on the verge of losing Tom forever, Doug started across the room but Booker stepped forward and blocked his way. “I wouldn’t,” he advised softly.
Tears filled Penhall’s eyes and he raked a trembling hand through his hair. “Tommy wait!” he called out frantically.
Hanson ignored the heartfelt plea and without giving his friend another glance, he walked out of the door.
**
Sitting in the car, Tom chewed anxiously on his thumbnail as he waited for Booker to join him. When Dennis climbed in behind the wheel and closed the door, he turned and gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”
Booker sighed and turned to face his friend. “For what exactly?” he asked wearily. “For not telling me about going to hospital or for screaming in my face?”
“Both,” Tom replied sheepishly. “I should have told you about Doctor Farmer but I was too ashamed and as for screaming at you… I was angry because I’m tired of people trying to run my life.”
Reaching out, Dennis pulled Tom’s hand from his mouth and squeezed his fingers. “I’m not trying to run your life Tommy,” he murmured softly. “I’m just trying to help you.”
“I know,” Tom replied quietly before managing a small smile. “And I really am grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I know you have my best interests at heart.”
“I do,” Booker agreed. “So I want you to promise me something.”
Tom hesitated for a moment before nodding his head. “Okay.”
Placing his hand against Tom’s cheek, Dennis stared deep into his troubled brown eyes. “As soon as we get back to Nevada, I want you to ring Doctor Farmer and get him to recommend a psychologist.”
Tom’s lower lip pushed into a soft pout. “I already told you I’d get some help,” he muttered sulkily.
A small smile played over Booker’s lips. “Yes, but this time I want you to promise me,” he cajoled.
Tom paused for a moment before replying. “Fine,” he sighed wearily. “I promise I’ll see a psychologist when I get back to Nevada.”
Leaning forward, Booker smiled and kissed Tom’s forehead. “Then let’s get go home,” he replied cheerfully and turning on the ignition, he steered the Cadillac out into the afternoon traffic.
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