Title: Banky; sequel to Naomi
Author: Gypsy
Pairing: Jay's unrequited love for Silent Bob, Banky's heartbreak over Holden.
Rating: R (naughty words)
Archive: If you want it, you can have it. Just tell me where you're gonna put
it first.
E-mail :gypsy_gray@msn.com 
Series/Sequel: This is the fourth story in a series. I don't have a tile yet.
Help me think of one.
Disclaimers: They're not mine, but I really wish they were. I'm not getting any
money for this. I am however getting tingly when I think about how this is
going to end.
Notes: See the end of the first story in this series if you want to be spoiled
for the rest of the series.
Summary: Jay's broken hand makes him consider the future.
Warnings: Angst, UST, Spoilers (for all the movies), A complete disrespect for
canon established in the cartoons or the comics.
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Warm. Somebody's hand on his forehead. Bob. Opening one eye took all his
strength. He was in the back seat of Banky's car. In Bob's lap. He let his eye
close and tried to curl into Silent Bob' arms. The next time he opened his eyes
it was to aim punch. Someone was hurting him. He felt something crunch under
his good hand. Then Bob's arms were around him again. And there was a
voice...Banky.

"If you assholes hadn't grabbed his hand he wouldn't have hit you. I
don't give a shit if your the chief of fuck me tribe! You get another doctor in
here now! One who knows what the fuck their doing."

Something stung his arm, he tried to ask Bob if it was a bee. Sleep reached
for him again. He smelled perfume on the shoulder his head leaned against. He
let himself drift. 

A white tile ceiling, beeping on his left, a hard as hell mattress under
his back. He was in the hospital. Sitting straight up like Frankenstein
probably wasn't the smartest thing to do after being sedated. Banky had to dive
for him to keep the floor from meeting his head. The older man settled him
gently into the bed and fussed with the blanket for awhile. Jay took the
opportunity to study his friend. 

He didn't look good. Eyes that used to be full of mischief and laughter
were dull and empty. The smile that used to be as contagious as a yawn was gone
completely. In it's place there was a thin line that showed no emotion. The
voice that once expounded endlessly on a thousand and one topics a second as it
rushed to keep up with a briliant mind, was reduced to a hollow husking sound.
All the life had been drained from him, all that was left was this one
dimensional copy of his friend. Holden had either crushed or stolen all the
best parts of Banky. There would be no recovery.

Next to Bob, Banky was the person he cared most about in the world. He'd
met Banky before he met Bob. Banky hadn't even known Holden yet. There they had
been, two skinny scared little kids who no one else wanted to play with. Both
of them hanging out in a neighborhood park by themselves just cause it was
better then going home. Like recognizes like, they'd been friends since the
second time they saw each other. But Banky's home life had improved with time,
where Jay's had gotten worse. Then Banky had met Holden, Jay had met Bob...that
was the end of their inseparable youth. It was not the end of their friendship. 

The end of their friendship began when they realized how much alike they
still were. It hurt too much to watch someone go through what they could barely
stand themselves, so they avoided each other. But Holden was gone now. And Bob
was leaving. Jay didn't want to be alone. 

"Bank, you..."

"You're losing him aren't you? He found somebody."

"Yeah. What am I gonna do?"

"You can either stay til the end or..."

"No. I can't stay. I can't watch this."

"Where will you go?"

"Don't know."

"Yes you do."

When Bob came back from getting coffee, he found Banky sitting on the bed
next to a wide awake Jay. He was stepped closer to see if the blonde was
alright, but Jay leaned away and Banky scooted forward. His access to Jay was
cutoff. He was gonna tell Banky to go when something made him look down. Jay
was holding Banky's hand. Jay was holding Banky's hand so tight his knuckles
were white. His friend was acting like he was afraid...of him. Bob felt his
heart clench. Putting the coffee down on the bedside table, Bob turned and left
the room. Jay was looking at the wall and Banky was looking at Jay, so neither
of them saw Bob's face when he left. That was probably a good thing. Neither of
them would've wanted to see Bob cry.