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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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Author's note: I apologize for the delay in putting up chapters. I had an accident last week and have broken my hand and therefore, I am now restricted to typing with only my left hand.
Waking early on the day they were to leave El Salvador, Dennis climbed out of bed, being careful not to wake Tom. It had been a rough night, with Tom waking every few hours from the nightmares that now plagued him as soon as he fell asleep. In the days since leaving the hospital, Booker had noticed that the bad dreams had become more frequent and far more intense. In the beginning, Hanson had tossed and turned but had barely uttered a sound, even though the expression on his face reflected the terror of the images in his mind. Now, he cried out in his sleep the same phrase repeatedly, “Detente! No me hagas daño! Por favor, no me hagas daño!” Stop! Don’t hurt me! Please, don’t hurt me! It broke Booker's heart to hear the panic in Tom’s voice and he would immediately pull Tom into his arms and hold him close as he murmured reassurances that no one would ever hurt him again.
Having showered and dressed, Dennis walked into the bedroom and saw Tom standing at the window. He smiled to himself that Tom still found the busy streets below fascinating, even after being in Antiguo Cuscatlán for five days. Walking across the room, he stood next to his friend and for a moment, he took in the sights and sounds below. In truth, he was not sad to be leaving. If Tom had not traveled to El Salvador, he would not be the broken man he was today. Although Booker was wise enough to know that it was not the country’s or even its people’s fault that Hanson had endured such hardships, he could honestly say that he was glad that they were finally returning to the United States and he would never again have to set foot in the place where all of Tom’s suffering had occurred.
Laying a hand on the back of Tom’s head, Dennis gently ruffled his hair. “Time for a shower Tommy, Ben will be here soon.”
Tom turned and gave Booker an engaging smile. “Go-ing home?” he asked, his eyes lighting up in excitement.
Booker laughed. “That’s right. We’re going home. Now get moving or I’ll leave you behind.”
Whilst Tom was in the bathroom, Dennis crushed a sedative and dissolved it in a bottle of water. He was careful to use only one tablet, as he only wanted Tom to feel drowsy and relaxed rather than having him fall into a deep sleep and not be able to walk onto the plane. When Hanson entered the bedroom, freshly showered and dressed, Booker handed him the bottle and motioned for him to drink it with the breakfast he had ordered up to their room. When Tom took a sip, he immediately spat out the water and gave Dennis an angry glare. “No quiero dormer!” he yelled, tipping the bottle of water out over the floor. I don’t want to sleep!
“Shit,” Dennis muttered, unable to believe that Tom could taste the medication. “Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?” With only a few minutes before Ben was due to arrive and drive them to the Cuscatlán International Airport, he knew he had no choice but to sit Tom down and try to explain to him that he needed to behave on their journey back to America.
A loud knock at the door signaled Ben’s arrival. When the tall American entered the room, he immediately noticed Tom’s sulky expression. “Everything okay?” he asked Booker quietly.
“Everything’s fucking brilliant,” Dennis shot back crossly, raking his fingers through his already tousled hair. “Tom won’t take a sedative so now I’ve got to sit on a plane with him for five hours worrying that at any moment he might pull his cock out and start masturbating.”
An amused smile curled Ben’s lip. “It’s not fucking funny Ben!” Booker exclaimed angrily. “How the hell am I supposed to cope with this?”
Ben laid a comforting hand on Dennis’ shoulder. “The same way you’ve coped with everything up until now Denny, calmly and patiently. You’ve got me here now, so between the two of us, I’m sure we can get the message across.”
Booker exhaled noisily. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess I’m just a little nervous about the whole trip.”
“It’s understandable,” Ben replied. “Both you and Tom are entering unknown territory. It won’t be until you get him back to the States that you’ll know the full extent of his mental illness.”
An overwhelming sadness washed over Booker. Up until this point, he had firmly believed that once Tom was back in America, he would slowly recover from the trauma that the soldiers had inflicted upon him. But now, after hearing Ben’s words, he realized that there was a very strong possibility that Tom would never fully recover. Looking over at the window where Tom was once again gazing down at the streets below, Dennis knew that whatever the outcome, he would be there for Tom, in whatever way he needed him.
**
As the plane taxied down the runway, Dennis took Tom’s hand in his and gave him a reassuring smile. “We’re on our way Tommy,” he murmured and he felt a surge of relief run through his body. However, his elation was short lived. As the airplane rose steeply into the sky, a gush of blood spurted from Tom’s nose and started to flow heavily from his nostrils. Crying out in distress, Tom immediately found comfort by fondling his crotch, much to the dismay of the woman sitting next to Booker. Dennis attempted to deal with Hanson’s roaming hand and bloody nose but Tom became agitated and began throwing his head from side to side, causing droplets of blood to fly through the air, many of them landing on the woman’s cream colored linen pants.
When the plane reached altitude and the seat belt sign flashed off, a flight attendant hurried over, her expression concerned. “Sir, is everything okay?” she addressed Booker quietly so as not to cause a scene.
“I’m sorry,” Dennis muttered, the fingers of his right hand pinching the bridge of Tom’s nose in an effort to stem the flow of blood, whilst his left hand attempted to still Hanson’s fingers, which had found their way inside the waistband of his jeans and were tugging furiously at his growing erection. “My friend can’t help what he’s doing, he has a psychiatric disorder. Please don’t turn the plane around, I really need to get him home to the States.”
The attendant stared at Tom with unveiled pity. Giving Booker a comforting smile, she turned her attention to the agitated woman sitting next to him. “Ma’am, perhaps you would be more comfortable in another seat.”
The elderly woman sniffed loudly, her mouth set in a hard line. “And what about my clothing? That disgusting creature’s blood is all over me.”
Letting go of Tom’s hand, Booker reached into his pocket and pulled out several twenty-dollar bills. “Here,” he replied angrily, shoving the notes into the woman’s wrinkled hand. “Get them dry cleaned. I’m so sorry my sick friend has caused you so much inconvenience.”
Snorting with disgust, the woman rose to her feet. “He should be locked away,” she retorted, her tone unsympathetic. “He’s a disgrace.”
“Yeah?” Booker shot back. “And you’re an uncaring bitch.”
The woman’s eyes widened in surprise. “Well I never!” she started, but the rest of her indignant reply was cut short as the flight attendant quickly ushered her to a seat at the back of the plane.
Returning his attention to Tom, Booker observed with dismay that he was close to climaxing. Hanson had his eyes closed and his fist moved frantically inside his jeans. Standing up, Dennis opened the overhead compartment and quickly pulled out his leather jacket. Sitting down, he placed the coat over Tom’s lap as Hanson started speaking, now blissfully unaware of the blood streaming from his nose. “Aah, aah, aah… se siente tan bien!” he moaned, before his body shuddered as his orgasm hit. A slow, tranquil smile spread across his face and opening his eyes, he gazed at Booker. “Tommy está feliz ahora,” he murmured drowsily. Tommy is happy now.
Seeing the peaceful look on Hanson’s face, Dennis grinned back and suddenly, he realized that he no longer cared how others viewed Tom. He knew the truth behind Hanson’s bizarre behavior and that was all that mattered. When the attendant returned with a damp washcloth, Booker gently wiped at the blood covering Tom’s face. “Fuck ‘em all,” he muttered in a low voice. “I know what kind of man you are Tommy and I couldn’t be prouder.”
**
As the cab pulled up outside his apartment block, Dennis gently shook Tom awake. After paying the driver, he helped a sleepy Hanson from the car and collected his bag from the trunk. Tom’s eyes grew wide as he took in his surroundings. Taking his arm, Booker walked Hanson into his building and pushed the up button of the elevator. When the lift arrived, he steered Hanson inside and pushed the button for the fourth floor. The door pinged open and they walked a short distance down the well-lit hallway before stopping outside apartment 412. Turning the key in the lock, Booker pushed open the door and flicked the light switch. “Here we are Tommy, we’re finally home.”
Walking into the spacious, open plan apartment, Tom gazed around him in wonder. “Mi casa?” he asked, his eyes flashing with excitement. My home?
Booker felt a twinge of sadness, Tom thought that the apartment was now his home. Dennis did not have the heart or the energy to explain to Tom at that moment that in all likelihood he would spend time in a secure psychiatric facility. Ignoring Tom’s question, he smiled and ruffled Tom’s hair. “C’mon, I’ll show you around and then I’ll order a pizza.”
“Mmm, pizza,” Tom murmured, rubbing his stomach theatrically. “Me gusta la pizza.”
“Some things never change,” Dennis laughed, remembering Tom’s appetite for pizza when they worked together at The Chapel.
Taking Hanson by the hand, he showed him the bathroom and the bedroom. “Mi cama?” Tom asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and bouncing up and down.
Booker sat down next to Tom. “Um, our bed. There’s only one bedroom so we’ll still have to share. Is that okay?”
Tom stared back blankly for a moment and then he rubbed his hand over the mattress. “Tom y Den-nis?” he asked.
Smiling, Dennis nodded his head. “That’s right, you and me.”
“Está bien. Tommy no quiere dormer solo,” Tom replied solemnly. That’s good. Tommy doesn’t want to sleep alone.
Tears of sadness filled Dennis’ eyes. Tom still had so many adversities ahead of him and it was only now, in the comfort of his home, that Booker was beginning to realize it. He instantly made the decision to take his time finding Tom a treatment facility. For the next few days, he wanted to concentrate on helping Tom settle into life in America. The first step was to get advice from his doctor and then he would begin the process of explaining to Tom that it was in is best interest to leave the comfort of his care and receive help from trained professionals.
“One day at a time Tommy,” he whispered as he stroked Tom’s face. “We’ll take one day at a time.”
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