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Over the Hills and Far Away	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2103 -:- 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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Walking out of the courthouse, Dennis’ eyes squinted against the harshness of the bright L.A. sun. Sitting down on the wide concrete steps, he held his head in his hands and thought back to the night before. When he had realized that Tom was unconscious, he had run down the stairs, yelling hysterically for the Turners to call an ambulance. He had been surprised to find their apartment door closed and he had banged on it frantically but no one had answered. Seconds later, the sound of police sirens cut through the still night air and he had quickly realized that the Turners must have heard the fight and called 911. Running back up the stairs, he had dropped to his knees next to Tom’s lifeless body and cradled his bloodied head in his arms. When the officers arrived, he had immediately complied by lying on the floor and putting his hands behind his back. An officer had handcuffed him before hauling him roughly to his feet. Minutes later the paramedics arrived and Booker had begged with the officers to let him stay until he knew Tom was all right. But the officers ignored his pleas and he had been escorted down the stairs to a waiting police car and then taken to the eighteenth precinct for booking. After a brief interview, the police had charge him with assault. Having spent an uncomfortable night in a holding cell, he had gone before a judge that morning and he had been released on a personal recognizance bond. A court date had been set for two months time but for now, Booker’s only concern was for Tom.
Slowly getting to his feet, he walked down to the footpath and hailed a cab. He stared silently out of the window as the driver drove him to the boarding house. After paying the fare, he climbed out of the car and slowly walked up the steep steps to the large wooden front door. He rang the bell and waited, his hands shaking with nerves. When Mary Turner opened the door, he saw a flash of apprehension in her eyes and sadness filled his heart.
“Mary, I…” he began, but he was unable to continue as he choked back a sob.
Mary’s expression softened and she stepped out onto the porch and took hold of Dennis’ trembling hand. “Dennis, what happened?” she asked, tears filling her blue eyes. “How could you have hurt Tom like that?”
“I don’t know!” Dennis cried out, his voice full of anguish. “We had an argument and it got out of hand! Oh God, is he okay? Please tell me he’s okay!”
Mary squeezed Booker’s fingers. “He’s fine, all things considered. The hospital is keeping him in for a few days. He has a broken nose and severe bruising but…” Seeing Booker’s horrified face, Mary smiled reassuringly. “Trust me Dennis, he’s fine,” she continued softly. “He’s really worried about you.”
Dennis’ eyes widened in surprise. “He is?” he whispered, unwilling to believe that Tom would ever forgive him after what he had done.
“Silly boy,” Mary replied quietly. “Of course he is. He loves you Dennis but the two of you need help. Violence is never the answer and Tom deserves better than that.”
Stepping forward, Booker wrapped his arms around the tiny woman and squeezed her tight. “Thank you,” he murmured. “Thank you for being such a wonderful person and thank you for loving Tom as much as I do.”
A deep blush stained the old woman’s cheeks. “Now, now,” she muttered, secretly flattered by Dennis’ words. “There’s been enough upheaval in this house without getting all emotional.”
Releasing his hold, Dennis managed a small smile. “What hospital is he in?” he asked, his need to see Tom becoming desperate. “I really want to see him and tell him I’m sorry.”
“He’s back in Eastside so that Doctor Heath and Doctor Campbell can monitor him,” Mary replied. Placing her hands on her hips, she gave Dennis a hard stare. “But don’t you go to the hospital if you’re going to lose your temper again,” she warned. “That boy deserves some peace in his life and if you feel any anger towards him, you need to wait and calm down before you go in and see him.”
Embarrassed by Mary’s words, Dennis lowered his gaze. “I promise you Mary, I will never hurt Tommy again,” he muttered. “I don’t even know how it happened.”
“But it did,” Mary replied quietly. “And you need to know why. I’m not one to meddle in people’s affairs Dennis but I’m starting to think that Tom isn’t the only one with problems. Maybe you too should speak to someone professionally.”
“Maybe,” Dennis mumbled. He was not enjoying being psychoanalyzed by the old woman but he knew she had a point. He was fiercely jealous and overprotective of Tom, more than he had been with any other lover and he was well aware that it was not healthy. Mary’s advice had him thinking and it did not take him long to make a decision. If speaking to a therapist would help his and Tom’s relationship, then he was prepared to do it.
After saying his goodbyes, Dennis got into his car and drove to the hospital. Once again, the receptionist told him he needed to report to the nurses’ station before he could visit Tom. When he exited the elevator into the wide corridor, he had the disorientating feeling of déjà vu and his hands began to shake uncontrollably. Walking over to the nurses’ station, he was about to introduce himself when he heard a familiar voice behind him. “Dennis?”
Turning around, he saw Nurse Jackie Douglas approaching him. Her mouth was set in a firm line and she gave Booker a hard glare. “You shouldn’t be here,” she scolded. “Haven’t you done enough?”
Dennis shoved his hands in his pockets and shuffled his feet uncomfortably. “I know,” he mumbled. “But I really need to see Tom. I need—“
“This isn’t about you Dennis,” Jackie shot back angrily. “It’s about Tom. That man has been through so much pain and torment and the last person I ever expected to turn on him was you. What the hell were you thinking? I thought you loved him.”
“I do!” Booker replied, his voice rising in exasperation. “I hate myself for what I did and I don’t expect you to understand because even I don’t get why we are so loving one minute and so full of hatred the next. But what I do know is that we love each other and I know he wants to see me as much as I want to see him. So please, just tell me where he is!”
Nurse Jackie stared silently at Dennis for several moments before nodding her head in agreement. “Okay Dennis. But I have to check with Tom first.”
“Thank you,” Dennis breathed and he felt himself beginning to relax even though he was apprehensive about seeing Tom. He remembered Mary Turner’s words and he hoped they were true and that Tom really was worried about him. As he paced up and down the corridor, he ran his apology through his mind but he knew it was too little too late. No amount of apologizing could take away the pain he had caused Hanson and all he could hope was that his lover would forgive his transgression.
His heart began to race when he saw Jackie emerge from a room down the hallway. He walked up to her and she gave him an impassive look. “He’s in room 12 but be warned, I’ll be close by and if I hear or see anything that I deem to be threatening behavior or if I think Tom is becoming emotionally distressed, I will have security remove you from the premises. Understood?”
Dennis nodded. “Understood,” he replied quietly. He stood and watched as Jackie strode down the corridor before turning back around and staring at Tom’s room. He took several minutes to calm himself before walking in.
Dennis gasped when he saw Tom lying on the narrow hospital bed, his battered face pale and drawn. He had a splint on his nose and dark purple bruises circled his eyes. There was also extensive bruising around his jaw line and a deep gash above his left eye bore several sutures. The sight was so confronting that tears filled Booker’s eyes and stumbling forward, he threw himself into Tom’s arms. “Oh b-baby I’m s-so sorry!” he sobbed. “I’m s-so fucking s-sorry!”
“Shh,” Tom soothed, his hand finding Dennis’ hair and gently stroking the dark locks. “It’s not your fault Dennis. Don’t cry, please don’t cry.”
“It is my fault!” Dennis cried out and lifting his head, he stared at Tom with eyes full of misery. “Look what I did to you,” he whimpered. “Oh God Tommy, look what I did to you.”
Reaching out his hand, Tom stroked Dennis’ tear stained face. “I provoked you,” he replied quietly. “I don’t even know why I attacked you when you were just trying to be supportive.”
A long silence hung between them and then Tom sighed heavily and cupped Dennis’ face in his hand. “I’m still so screwed up Dennis,” he confessed quietly. “I thought I was getting better but sometimes, my mind just snaps and…” He lowered his eyes and stared at the bed. When he continued, his voice was barely audible. “I need help.”
Looking at his lover’s wretched face, Dennis’ eyes filled with confusion. “You’re already getting help baby,” he prompted gently. “Remember? You’re seeing Doctor Campbell twice a week.”
Shaking his head violently back and forth, Tom grabbed hold of Dennis upper arm as his eyes grew manic and he became increasingly distressed. “It’s not enough Dennis!” he cried, his nails biting painfully into Booker’s flesh. “There’s something really wrong with me and I’m scared!”
Worried that Nurse Jackie would come in and see Tom’s agitation, Booker pulled his lover into his arms. “It’s okay Tommy,” he muttered in a soothing tone, his hand caressing Hanson’s back lovingly. “Whatever you need, we’ll do it. All I want is for you to get better. ”
After several minutes, Tom gently disengaged himself from his lover’s embrace and took hold of his hands. Gazing deep into Dennis’ dark eyes, he spoke in a low, calm voice. “I’ve decided to voluntarily commit myself to a psychiatric facility,” he stated quietly.
Dennis stared back in shock, unable to believe what Hanson had just told him. “What? Tommy no!” he exclaimed, his eyes pleading with his lover. “You don’t need to do that, we can work it out! Doctor Campbell can—“
“I’ve already spoken to Doctor Campbell,” Tom replied, his expression resolute. “He’s agreed to take me into the private facility he works at, that way I can keep seeing him.”
Wiping his trembling fingers over his lips, Dennis’ eyes filled with misery. He knew he was being selfish but he could not bear the thought of letting Tom go again. Then, as he gazed into Hanson’s sad, troubled eyes, he knew he had to do the right thing and let go, for Tom’s sake and for his own. “For how long?” he asked quietly.
A single tear slid down Tom’s cheek. “I don’t know,” he whispered. “But I do know I can’t be with you until I’ve received some help. We can’t keep doing this to each other Dennis, it’s destroying us and I can’t lose you again, not after everything we’ve been through.”
Blinded by the tears that stung his eyes, Dennis pulled Tom back into his arms. “Oh God Tommy, I’m going to miss you so much!” he sobbed. “But I want you to get well and then we can start over, okay baby?”
Tom smiled through his own tears. “Fourth time’s the charm,” he murmured against Dennis’ neck and this time, he felt confident that they would make it.
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