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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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Booker woke early from a fitful sleep. He lay in bed staring at the photo of Tom and Doug, his heart heavy with all that Tommy had endured during his short life. Although his own life mirrored that of Tom’s, Dennis’ empathy was always for others rather than for himself. He had learnt early on that self-pity only led to deep, soul-destroying depression and if he were to survive on the streets and take care of others, he needed to stay strong.
Looking at the clock, he sighed and climbed out of bed. He needed to hit the streets early if he were to make enough money for food and to keep both he and Tom at the hotel for as long as Tommy needed to recuperate. He took a long, hot shower before dressing and grabbing up all of his and Tom’s dirty clothes. He headed down to the basement and threw the clothing into the machine. Adding powder, he set the washer’s cycle and closed the lid. An added luxury of staying at The Exeter was that he could leave his laundry unattended, knowing that it would not be stolen.
Climbing back up the stairs, he greeted Morty the hotel manager, before exiting the building into the cool morning air. Traffic was light but being a Sunday morning he knew it would not take long to find a client. Many men who had spent the night partying were looking for a little action before heading home to their families. Dennis knew if he played his cards right he could make several hundred dollars in a short space of time. He made the decision not to be choosy. If the offer were there, he would take it. Every extra dollar he made meant he could keep himself and Tom off the streets and sleeping in a comfortable bed.
He only had to wait five minutes before a car stopped beside him. Taking a deep breath, Booker let his mind go blank. Leaving reality allowed him to become a different person. Then, when the john was violating his body, the violation was not happening to Dennis Patrick Booker, it was happening to somebody else. Someone who did not care that his body was being debased, someone who did not weep for their lost childhood and someone who would one day, be able to leave the degradation behind and become SOMEONE.
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Four hours later Dennis had nearly three hundred dollars in his pocket. His body ached and he longed for a shower to wash away the scent of the four men he had pleasured. Checking on his laundry, he found that Morty had put the clean clothes into the dryer and that they were now aired. Gathering the warm fabric into his arms, he walked up to his room. Closing the door, he dropped the laundry onto the bed before peeling off his clothing and tossing it onto the floor. As he entered the small en suite bathroom, he caught his reflection in the mirror. Stopping, he examined his blackened eye and the finger marks around his throat. His last client had become a little too rough during sex and at one point, Booker had feared for his life. However, once the man had obtained his release, he had thankfully calmed down. He had even paid Dennis extra for the inconvenience. Booker thought it would be funny if it were not so sad.
Turning on the faucets, Booker stepped into the small cubicle. Closing his eyes, he let the hot water wash away his shame. Using the over scented hotel soap, he scrubbed frantically at his body but he did not feel clean. Tears mingled with the water as he began to sob uncontrollably. He knew he should be used to it by now but every time a man abused his body, it only added to his humiliation. He was aware that part of his grief was because he had lost Harry and the others. They had been together for over a year and to Dennis they were his family. Another part of his sorrow was for Tom. So young and beautiful and yet already so damaged. He allowed the final part of his grief to be for himself. It was not often that he let self-pity overwhelm him. With it came the danger of depression and that often opened the doorway to drugs. Numbing the mind was an easy way to deal with the violation that occurred on a daily basis. But Booker had seen the aftermath of such decisions and it was not a path he wanted to choose. Too often, it became a vicious cycle of needing the drugs to be able to prostitute and needing to prostitute just to pay for the drugs.
As the water began to turn cool, Dennis turned off the faucets. Stepping out of the shower, he slowly dried himself off. He dressed in clean but tattered clothing before picking up the bag of Tom’s clothes and walking out the door.
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It took Booker an hour to walk to the hospital and he arrived at a little after two in the afternoon. Reception directed him to ward 3A, Room 6. As he pushed open the door, Dennis was surprised to see that Tom was in a private room. He walked over to the bed where Tom lay sleeping, the covers pulled protectively up to his chin. Reaching out, Booker gently stroked at Tom’s dirty hair but he had barely made contact when Tom’s eyes flew open, blind terror staring out of the wide brown orbs as he grabbed Dennis’ wrist in a vice like grip and twisted it backwards. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Tom screamed, his eyes flashing manically. “I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Tommy it’s me!” Dennis cried, the pain from Tom’s grip bringing tears to his eyes.
It took several moments before the hysteria cleared from Tom’s face. “Booker?” he whispered as he released his hold. “I thought you were…” Tom did not finish the sentence, instead adding in a voice full of desperation as he tried to climb out of bed, “Take me home.”
“Wait Tommy,” Booker replied as he gently prevented his injured friend from standing up. “I spoke to a nurse and she said they’re keeping you in another night, just as a precaution.”
Tom’s face turned ashen. “No!” he pleaded, as he grasped hold of Booker’s arm. “I don’t want to stay here. I don’t want him to…” His voice trailed off as a blank look slowly replaced his terrified expression.
Fear squeezed at Dennis’ heart. “Don’t want who to do what Tommy?” he asked as he took Tom’s hand into his own. “Talk to me, tell me what happened?”
Tom withdrew his hand and looked away, his face now passive. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter, not anymore.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Dennis stared intently into Tom’s vacant eyes. “Yes it does,” he replied softly, “You matter Tommy, you’ve got to start believing that. Did someone do something to you?”
Tears filled Tom’s eyes but his face remained expressionless as he stared off into space. “Even if they did, no one’s going to believe a filthy whore,” he whispered.
Anger coursed through Booker’s veins as his hands gripped at the bed sheets. Some bastard had yet again abused Tom, this time within the sanctuary of a hospital. He could not believe that another human being could be so callous as to take advantage of an injured teenager.   Making a snap decision, he stood up and took Tom’s clothing out of his bag. Tossing them onto the bed, he held out his hand, “C’mon, let’s get you dressed, we’re leaving.”
Tom gave a relieved smile as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.   Dropping his feet to the floor, he used the bed as a support as he swayed unsteadily. Booker checked through the cupboards for Tom’s belongings. The jeans and shirt he had been wearing were too stained with blood to salvage but he grabbed the bandanna, denim waistcoat, socks and boots. Removing Tom’s gown, Booker sucked in his breath but remained silent at the sight of his friend’s battered body. He carefully helped Tom to dress before gently sitting him back on the bed. Squatting down, he put on Tom’s socks and boots before standing up and carefully tying the bandanna around Tom’s head. Holding out his hand he asked, “Ready?”
Tom nodded. His face was extremely pale and for a fraction of a second, Dennis wondered if he was doing the right thing. But having witnessed the suffering on Tom’s face he knew he could not leave him to be systematically abused within the confines of the hospital. Putting an arm around his injured friend, he slowly helped him walk out of the room.
Seeing Tom emerge fully dressed, a middle-aged nurse strode officiously towards them. “Where are you going? You need to get back to bed,” she instructed curtly.
Booker gave her a withering look. “Maybe if you took better care of your patients instead of allowing them to be assaulted I’d let Tommy stay. But I reckon he’s better off with me so I’m taking him home.”
Running her eyes up and down Dennis’ scruffy clothing, the nurse sneered at him. “Home? You don’t have a home.”
Smiling placidly, Booker replied, “Yeah we do. Home is wherever Tommy and I decide it to be.”
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