Fic: Thawing the Gap 3/4
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elvenavariTitle: Thawing the Gap
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avari_maethor
Summary: Vicki gets a feeling that something is wrong in the park. She and Celluci check it out and find a young boy asleep on a bench. Vicki can’t leave this boy out in the freezing cold so she takes him home.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mention of prostitution.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Tanya Huff, Penguin Group publishers and TV rights belong to Insight Film Studios. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Thawing the Gap
Chapter 3
Tony winced as he leaned against the rough brick of Vicki’s building. It had been a year and a half since she had gotten him that awesome jacket for Christmas… now look at it, all torn and shredded. It was the price he paid for refusing to take it off and maybe getting it stolen. Of course, the stains and tears weren’t all from rival gang members ‘teaching him a lesson’ for crossing into their turf, but also from rather rough john’s. He had had quite a few of them lately…
“It must be the full moon,” he thought glancing at the sky to see if the moon had risen yet. The sky was going orange so the sun was just setting; it would be another couple of hours before the moon rose… Tony groaned softly, he couldn’t wait that long. Pushing himself away from the wall he swayed and gritted his teeth before catching his balance to make his way to the door that led into Vicki’s apartment building. He didn’t have the concentration ability to pick the lock right now so he blended into the shadows as best he could and waited for someone to either come in or go out.
Thirty minutes later he was limping his way up to Vicki’s apartment on the second floor. To this day he had no idea how she had managed to get himself up there while he was unconscious. Just half the flight of stairs and he was fighting returning to that dark void of nothingness. He was panting heavily by the time he finally reached the top step. Tony almost sat down to catch his breath but then thought he probably wouldn’t make it up again. Instead he leaned against the wall by Vicki’s door, raised a shaking hand and knocked.
The footsteps inside sounded so distant… he never heard the door open… barely heard Vicki’s gasp of shock or when she called his name before he gave into the darkness.
///
“Tony!” Vicki exclaimed as she caught him. Normally she would have gone to the floor under a guy Tony’s age’s weight but it seemed he had been missing some meals again so it only took her a moment to shift his weight and start pulling him inside. To put it bluntly… Tony looked like shit. She had seen homicide victims with fewer bruises than what Tony was sporting now.
Vicki got Tony to the couch and out of the trashed jacket. She grimaced, looked like his face wasn’t the only place covered in bruises. She brushed some of his matted hair back from his forehead before going to get a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth. Once Tony’s face was clean of the grime she treated the small cuts and then picked up her cell phone. She would need some help with everything else.
“Celluci.”
“I need you.”
“Over the phone?”
“MIKE! Not like that!”
“Hey I never know with you Vicki.”
“I’d think you would learn by now. Tony’s here.” The low growl made her pause. “Mike, focus please. He’s really beat up and I need help getting him to the tub to clean him up.”
“Isn’t that what a hospital is for?”
“They ask too many questions.”
“Vicki…”
“Please Mike?” He sighed… he could never refuse her when she asked so nicely and in that voice.
“I’ll be over in a few.”
“Thanks Mike.”
///
“Damn! What happened to him?” Michael Celluci exclaimed when he saw Tony on Vicki’s couch. Vicki quickly hushed him.
“Shh! You might wake him and he doesn’t need that right now.”
“I thought he was unconscious.”
“He might still be but just in case I don’t want you waking him. Help me get him to the bathroom. I need to get the rest of him cleaned up.”
“The rest of him?” The eyebrow and growl in the undertone of his voice did not help Vicki’s temper. Vicki grabbed him by his sleeve and pulled him out into the hallway.
“Listen Mike, I know you don’t like Tony. I don’t know why, he’s never done anything to you. But beyond that I know you are jealous of him. Believe me, I show you much more attention than I ever would him. Nothing is ever going to happen between us so get over it and help me!”
Celluci sighed as he stared at her. Damn her, she had hit every single spot on the head and driven it home. He honestly couldn’t pinpoint why he felt so threatened by Tony, the kid was gay, and he knew that. His shoulders fell and he ran a hand through his hair.
“Alright Vicki, let’s get him cleaned up,” he said. She smiled and they went back inside the apartment.
///
“Looks like he ran into the Monties,” Celluci commented after they had gotten Tony’s shirt off. The Monties were a gang that took their name in reference to the Mounties. They claimed their ‘territory’ on the south side of Toronto and tended to cause a lot of trouble for those that lived there.
“How do you know it was the Monties?” Vicki questioned. Mike held Tony’s right arm up a bit for her to see turning it just a little. Vicki gasped when she saw the crosshatched bloody lines carved into the skin of Tony’s right bicep. “I’ve seen this on some other people who had run in’s with them. It’s their way of giving a warning.”
Vicki gritted her teeth to hold in the curses that threatened to leave her mouth. Instead of letting the curses out she picked up the bloody towels they had used and left the bathroom to toss them in the laundry. On her way back she picked up a pair of sleep pants and a old t-shirt that Tony sometimes used when he dropped by. It had been two and a half years since she had found Tony in the park… two years and she still had not gotten him off the streets… two years and he was still getting hurt.
Dropping the clothes on the sink she saw that Mike had dried Tony off and had gotten his various cuts treated and bandaged. She knew Mike would never admit it but someday he would make a great father. As much as he said he hated Tony there was something there that made him care. Together they got him changed and then she made up the couch and then tucked Tony in.
“Mmm…” Tony groaned softly his eyes fluttering.
“It’s okay Tony, we’ve got you,” Vicki said brushing some of his hair back. His eyes opened slowly and focused on her.
“Vicki?” She smiled.
“Get some sleep; you look like you’ve been through hell.”
“I won’t deny it… heh; I lost count of how many times you’ve really saved me now. You’re not Vicki anymore.”
“I’m not? Then who am I?” She questioned a bit confused.
“Victory.”
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avari_maethorSummary: Vicki gets a feeling that something is wrong in the park. She and Celluci check it out and find a young boy asleep on a bench. Vicki can’t leave this boy out in the freezing cold so she takes him home.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mention of prostitution.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Tanya Huff, Penguin Group publishers and TV rights belong to Insight Film Studios. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Chapter 3
Tony winced as he leaned against the rough brick of Vicki’s building. It had been a year and a half since she had gotten him that awesome jacket for Christmas… now look at it, all torn and shredded. It was the price he paid for refusing to take it off and maybe getting it stolen. Of course, the stains and tears weren’t all from rival gang members ‘teaching him a lesson’ for crossing into their turf, but also from rather rough john’s. He had had quite a few of them lately…
“It must be the full moon,” he thought glancing at the sky to see if the moon had risen yet. The sky was going orange so the sun was just setting; it would be another couple of hours before the moon rose… Tony groaned softly, he couldn’t wait that long. Pushing himself away from the wall he swayed and gritted his teeth before catching his balance to make his way to the door that led into Vicki’s apartment building. He didn’t have the concentration ability to pick the lock right now so he blended into the shadows as best he could and waited for someone to either come in or go out.
Thirty minutes later he was limping his way up to Vicki’s apartment on the second floor. To this day he had no idea how she had managed to get himself up there while he was unconscious. Just half the flight of stairs and he was fighting returning to that dark void of nothingness. He was panting heavily by the time he finally reached the top step. Tony almost sat down to catch his breath but then thought he probably wouldn’t make it up again. Instead he leaned against the wall by Vicki’s door, raised a shaking hand and knocked.
The footsteps inside sounded so distant… he never heard the door open… barely heard Vicki’s gasp of shock or when she called his name before he gave into the darkness.
“Tony!” Vicki exclaimed as she caught him. Normally she would have gone to the floor under a guy Tony’s age’s weight but it seemed he had been missing some meals again so it only took her a moment to shift his weight and start pulling him inside. To put it bluntly… Tony looked like shit. She had seen homicide victims with fewer bruises than what Tony was sporting now.
Vicki got Tony to the couch and out of the trashed jacket. She grimaced, looked like his face wasn’t the only place covered in bruises. She brushed some of his matted hair back from his forehead before going to get a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth. Once Tony’s face was clean of the grime she treated the small cuts and then picked up her cell phone. She would need some help with everything else.
“Celluci.”
“I need you.”
“Over the phone?”
“MIKE! Not like that!”
“Hey I never know with you Vicki.”
“I’d think you would learn by now. Tony’s here.” The low growl made her pause. “Mike, focus please. He’s really beat up and I need help getting him to the tub to clean him up.”
“Isn’t that what a hospital is for?”
“They ask too many questions.”
“Vicki…”
“Please Mike?” He sighed… he could never refuse her when she asked so nicely and in that voice.
“I’ll be over in a few.”
“Thanks Mike.”
“Damn! What happened to him?” Michael Celluci exclaimed when he saw Tony on Vicki’s couch. Vicki quickly hushed him.
“Shh! You might wake him and he doesn’t need that right now.”
“I thought he was unconscious.”
“He might still be but just in case I don’t want you waking him. Help me get him to the bathroom. I need to get the rest of him cleaned up.”
“The rest of him?” The eyebrow and growl in the undertone of his voice did not help Vicki’s temper. Vicki grabbed him by his sleeve and pulled him out into the hallway.
“Listen Mike, I know you don’t like Tony. I don’t know why, he’s never done anything to you. But beyond that I know you are jealous of him. Believe me, I show you much more attention than I ever would him. Nothing is ever going to happen between us so get over it and help me!”
Celluci sighed as he stared at her. Damn her, she had hit every single spot on the head and driven it home. He honestly couldn’t pinpoint why he felt so threatened by Tony, the kid was gay, and he knew that. His shoulders fell and he ran a hand through his hair.
“Alright Vicki, let’s get him cleaned up,” he said. She smiled and they went back inside the apartment.
“Looks like he ran into the Monties,” Celluci commented after they had gotten Tony’s shirt off. The Monties were a gang that took their name in reference to the Mounties. They claimed their ‘territory’ on the south side of Toronto and tended to cause a lot of trouble for those that lived there.
“How do you know it was the Monties?” Vicki questioned. Mike held Tony’s right arm up a bit for her to see turning it just a little. Vicki gasped when she saw the crosshatched bloody lines carved into the skin of Tony’s right bicep. “I’ve seen this on some other people who had run in’s with them. It’s their way of giving a warning.”
Vicki gritted her teeth to hold in the curses that threatened to leave her mouth. Instead of letting the curses out she picked up the bloody towels they had used and left the bathroom to toss them in the laundry. On her way back she picked up a pair of sleep pants and a old t-shirt that Tony sometimes used when he dropped by. It had been two and a half years since she had found Tony in the park… two years and she still had not gotten him off the streets… two years and he was still getting hurt.
Dropping the clothes on the sink she saw that Mike had dried Tony off and had gotten his various cuts treated and bandaged. She knew Mike would never admit it but someday he would make a great father. As much as he said he hated Tony there was something there that made him care. Together they got him changed and then she made up the couch and then tucked Tony in.
“Mmm…” Tony groaned softly his eyes fluttering.
“It’s okay Tony, we’ve got you,” Vicki said brushing some of his hair back. His eyes opened slowly and focused on her.
“Vicki?” She smiled.
“Get some sleep; you look like you’ve been through hell.”
“I won’t deny it… heh; I lost count of how many times you’ve really saved me now. You’re not Vicki anymore.”
“I’m not? Then who am I?” She questioned a bit confused.
“Victory.”
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Date: 2008-11-17 01:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-17 02:04 am (UTC)I honestly didn't like this chapter much, except the end. That was the part I actually started with.
Next chapter will be the last and will have Henry in it. I need reread that part in the book though... so I'll prolly write it over my Thanksgiving break when I get home to my copy of the book.