Title: Accident
Author: Jade
Rating: This time, We'll say PG-13 for language.
(Thank you Jay!)
Feedback/E-mail: jade27_al@yahoo.com
Pairing: J/SB, who else?
Sequel: Part 3 (last part!) of Accident
Disclaimer: Kevin own Jay, Kevin owns Bob, Kevin owns
Banky, and Kevin owns Hooper. In fact, I think Kevin
owns me as well. So I guess that means every think 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
Spoilers: Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back 
Notes: Yeah, I know Banky is probably horribly out of
character. But so what? You wanna start something?
HUH!?
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Bob sighed. Having two broken legs and a broken arm
had some serious disadvantages in the mobility
department. Sure, he'd gotten a wheelchair, but he
couldn't really work it with one arm. So Jay had to
push him everywhere. And for once, Jay wasn't
complaining. In fact, Bob could have sworn the boy's
face lit up when he found out that he'd be taking care
of Bob.

"Shit, Lunchbox here has been taking care of me for
years." Jay had said. "It's about fucking time I
returned the favor."

And Bob had to admit, Jay was doing a pretty good job.
And he hadn't bitch once. Not when he had to wash Bob,
dress Bob, undress Bob, feed Bob, push Bob, help Bob
pee or worse. But he got nothing but smiles and
chipper remarks from the blonde boy. It was.. eerie.

So now, two weeks after being released, Jay and Bob
were hanging around the mall. Security didn't give
them any shit. Bob was in a wheelchair for Christ's
sake. Jay was busy bobbing and dancing to the music
that only he could hear, and Bob was sitting there
watching him. He made a mental note to track down
whoever had hit him and give them a big wet kiss.

"Well if it isn't the happy couple."

Jay looked up from his dance. "Yeah, fuck you too,
fucking cocksmokers." He grinned at the two men. Banky
and Hooper.

"I think you're the last person who should be using
that as an insult." Banky poked Jay in the chest.

"Who said it was an insult?" Jay grinned and continued
his dancing. "So what yous guys want?"

"Just wondering how Silent Bob was doing. You guys
weren't home or at the Quick Stop, so I figured you'd
be here." Banky looked over at Bob, who nodded and
gave him a thumbs up with his good hand.

"Tubby bitch is fine. I mean, he's got me lookin'
after him."

"Oh, I'm sorry honey." Hooper looked at Bob. Bob
snickered.

Jay growled. "Hey fuck yous guys anyway. Bitch ain't
dead is he? Shit, I think he's gaining weight. He
ain't beat the shit out of anyone in over a month!"

Hooper put his hands up, Banky laughed, Bob just
rolled his eyes.

"Well we just wanted to make sure you two were getting
on alright." Banky smiled.

"Shit yeah bitch. We're still living like FAT rats
from that motherfucking movie check. We just deal on
the side now." Jay leaned against the window
displaying a few frolicking kittens.

Bob suddenly tugged on Jay's coat sleeve and looked up
at him.

Jay sighed. "Alright, I gotta go help Tubby here drain
the lizard... I guess this really must be true love
and shit. We'll see you fucks later." He grabbed the
handles of the wheelchair and headed off towards the
bathroom with Bob.

Banky watched them go and smiled lightly. "Yeah.. true
love and shit."
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