Title: Accident
Author: Jade
Rating: Somewhere between PG and PG-13.
Feedback/E-mail: jade27_al@yahoo.com
Pairing: J/SB, who else?
Sequel: Part 2 of Accident
Disclaimer: Kevin owns Jay, and Kevin owns Bob. 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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Pain. That was the first thing Bob felt as he
fluttered his eyes opened. And lots of it. Next thing
he noticed, hospital. It slowly came back to him.
Crossing the street, some pissed off mother fucker
swerving to hit him. Then pain, then...

Then what? Did he pass out right there? Must have.
Wait.. something else.

Jay. Jay talking to him. He only remembered very
little bits and pieces. Hi Lunchbox.. random
babbling.. Night Lunchbox... love you. Love you? Bob
groaned and turned his head slightly. His vision was
shit, but he could see Jay sitting in a chair down at
the foot of his bed, leaning over on the bed sleeping.
At least it looked like Jay. Only one way to find out.

"Jay..." Bob croaked to the figure laying at the end
of his bed.

The figure snorted and sat up slowly, then snapped up.
"Holy shit! You're awake! Hey! He's awake!" He yelled
out the hall, then rolled the chair up to the head of
the bed. Yep, it was Jay.

"Shit Lunchbox! I didn't think yous was ever gonna
wake up! Do you know how long I've been here? Shit
man, the regulars are gonna think we both fucking
died. But I don't give a fuck about them, I'm just
glad you're alright. You've been out for two weeks!
The fucking nurses tried to drag me away but I fucking
went like.." He stopped and sighed, dropping the macho
bullshit. "They let me stay because I was crying so
hard they felt sorry for me. I've been sitting in here
every day and night, talking to you and... Shit,
you're all I've got Lunchbox."

Bob blinked a few times. It hurt. But his vision
slowly cleared and he could look at Jay, actually look
at him rather than towards him. He was a mess. Eyes
were red and bloodshot, face was pale his hair was..
well.. it had seen better days. And he wasn't smelling
thast great either.

"Bitch.. you could have at least gone home and taken a
shower.." Bob croaked out. More pain. Let's stop
talking now. You're talking too much as it is.

Jay just laughed, mostly out of relief, and threw his
arms around Bob. More pain. But Bob didn't say
anything.

"God I missed you, you tubby bitch. I love you."

There it was again. I love you. When did this happen?
Bob just sighed and let his friend hold him. It was
nice being held, even if it hurt. And it did. He'd
never been in more pain in his life. Wasn't there
supposed to be some kind of fucking morphine IV or
something? Oh well. At least Jay was here. But Jay
shouldn't be here. Jay should be home. Jay should go
eat. Jay should take a shower. Jay... 

...had fallen asleep using him as a pillow.

Bob sighed heavily and laid his head back against his
pillows. He wondered how long the blonde would be
laying on him.

"Forever?" A small voice in the back of his head said
hopefully. What the fuck? Shit. The voice was right.
He wanted Jay to stay right there forever. Because he
loved Jay. He loved Jay? The hell? .. Yeah.. he loved
Jay. Jay was the best. Sure he was a loudmouthed fuck
and there's a better than good chance Bob was here
because of some fuck that Jay had pissed off, but it
didn't matter. He loved Jay, Jay loved him, and for
once in his fucked up life, Bob was completely happy.
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