Title: Accident
Author: Jade
Rating: Somewhere between PG and PG-13.
Feedback/E-mail: jade27_al@yahoo.com
Pairing: J/SB, who else?
Disclaimer: Kevin owns Jay, Kevin owns Bob, Kevin owns
Banky too. In fact, I think Kevin owns me as well. So
I guess that means every thing I own belongs to Kevin
too. So that means if he *did* sue me, he'd just be
suing himself. Neato!
Distribution: Sure, just let me know
Archive: Yeah
Notes: Please forgive me for this. My muse loves
abusing Bob and making Jay cry. This was to avoid a
worse fate for Bob (yes, there was one..). There will
be more, including a happy, probably smutless ending.
Ah well. My muse has been good, letting me write smut
recently. I'll be good for now.
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Jay sat on the couch staring at the TV. He wasn't sure
what was on, he wasn't paying attention. Right now, he
was busy worrying about Bob and chain smoking himself
into the cancer ward. Bob had been gone for.. well.. a
long time. Since Jay had gotten up at least. There was
a note left on the coffee table, but Jay could never
read Bob's chicken scratch handwriting. All he could
make out was that Bob had gone somewhere and would "be
back soon."

Jay had read that note almost five hours ago.

Suddenly there was a loud, pounding knocking at the
door.

"Finally." Jay breathed a sigh of relief and stubbed
out his cigarette, then got up and answered the door.

"It's about fucking time you came home Lun....Banky?
What are you doing here?" Jay blinked in surprise. 

"Hi Jay. Sit down." Banky said quickly. This wasn't
good.

"Where's Bob?" Jay said instinctively.

"Sit. Down. Jay." Banky stared hard at him. Jay sat.

"Bob has... been in an accident. Got messed up pretty
bad."

Jay was barely able to muffle his cry.

"Yeah. I'll take you to the hospital. Come on."

***

"Fuck immediate family only!" Jay screamed at the
receptionist. "Where the fuck is Bob!?"

Banky clamped a hand over Jay's mouth. "We *are*
immediate family. I'm his brother, this here.." He
motioned to Jay who was glaring angrily at him and
anyone who dared to look at him. "..is his.. erm..
husband."

The receptionist tried not to smirk. "Alright boys,
follow me. However I don't think he's awake yet."

They followed the woman down the hall, Jay clutching
Banky's hand in a death grip. He hated hospitals.
Fucking hated them. Hated them with a fiery passion.
We all on the same page? Jay didn't want to be here.

"Here we are. Robert..." She squinted. "The last name
is smudged, but he's in there."

Banky thanked the woman and lead a trembling Jay into
the room. "Don't worry Jay.. I'm sure he's.. OH SHIT!"

Jay tried to stifle his scream with little success as
he spun and pressed his face into Banky's chest. Bob
was in horrible shape. Both of his legs were broken,
along with an arm. His head was bandaged, but there
was a large red patch just above his right eye, and
his face was bruised all to hell. In fact, every part
of skin showing was bruised. And to top it off, there
were all kinds of tubes hooked up to him.

Banky just stared in shock while Jay cried, his thin
frame heaving with each sob. Then Banky realized Jay
was talking. Not that that was unusual, but it was
what he was saying.

"Don't let him die, please don't let him die. I never
told him, I have to tell him, please don't let him
die, Oh God please don't die Bob, you can't die, don't
let him die, I have to tell him, he can't die before I
tell him, he can't die, don't let him die.."

"Tell him what?" Banky asked softly.

Jay gasped and pulled back, looking Banky right in the
eye. Banky could tell he was trying to make up an lie,
but within seconds he saw every wall, every barrier
that Jay had built to protect himself come tumbling
down. He was no longer the loudmouthed little stoner
fuck telling everyone everything about how things
should be, use to be, or were going to be. Now he was
just scared. Scared and alone.

"..that I love him.." Jay whispered quietly.

And the conversation ended. Banky didn't say anything,
neither did Jay. The only sound in the room was the
beeping and clicking of monitors, and an occasional
sniffle or choked sob from Jay.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Banky
spoke.

"Well.. he's right there."

Jay looked at Banky again, then over at Bob, trying to
fight back the fresh tears at seeing his best friend
in that condition. On shaky legs, Jay slowly made his
way over to Bob's bedside and sat down in the chair.
Banky quietly slipped out of the room.

"Hey.. Lunchbox? Can you hear me? .. Uhm.. hi. What
the fuck happened man? You look like you got hit by a
God damned semi! Oh well.. that's not what I wanted to
say." Jay sat there for a few minutes, completely
silent. "It's too fucking quiet Bob. I mean, it's
usually quiet, but.. I dunno. It's weird. You ain't
making all of your general Bob-like sounds, you know?
No, you probably don't." Jay sighed, then carefully
took Bob's good hand in his, like he was afraid Bob
would wake up and punch him for it. "Why the fuck am I
so jumpy Lunchbox? You wouldn't hit me, right? Just
because I'm holding your hand and shit. It's not a big
deal. Anyway... shit Bob.. don't die on me. You can't
die. You're fucking Silent Bob! Silent Bob can't die!"
A sudden sob escaped Jay's lips. "You can't die..
because.. because I fucking love you Lunchbox,
alright?" Another sob wrenched through Jay's body. But
he didn't try to stop it. He just held Bob's hand in
his lap and curled around it, crying. "I love you.."

Then he felt it. It was so fast and soft Jay wasn't
sure it actually happened, but it did. Bob had
squeezed his hand.

Jay let the tears fall freely, crying until he fell
asleep, still holding Bob's hand.
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*snifflesobwail*