Title: Dizzy
Author: gracelessone
Fandom: ViewAskewniverse
Pairing: Jay and Silent Bob
Rating: this part is sadly PG but it should work it's way up to NC-17
Status: New
Archive: oh I'd wait and see if it dwindles into a pile o crap
Series: this should be a stand alone but I have no freakin' idea
Disclaimer: I own nothing but 3 dozen empty gatorade bottles and 2 
packs of smokes, I'm pretty sure Kevin Smith owns the rest of the 
universe
Notes: it was supposed to be short and sweet! with lots of sex! my 
first fic and the little stoners are already giving me problems *grr*
Summary: I *hate* summaries, I *suck* at summaries. so you don't get 
one. Sue me.
Warnings: first time J/SB slasher *gulp*


Dizzy

Bob was walking towards the Quick Stop for a pack of Nails when he 
first saw the boy. He was a couple inches taller than Bob but much 
thinner. The kind of thin you get from the streets. The kind of 
thin that is etched into you so deep that even later, even if you 
gained 50 pounds, you could still see it. His hair was honey blonde 
and long, flying around his head as his kicked and twisted in the 
policemen's arms. Bob couldn't help raising an eyebrow as he got 
closer; this kid had taken cursing to an art form. His mouth hadn't 
stopped yet and so far he hadn't repeated himself once. 

Bob's eyes narrowed as a hint of panic twisted in with the words 
pouring from the boy's mouth. His hands were cuffed behind him and 
there was a cop on each arm trying to force this twisting writhing 
mass of anger and fear and desperation into the patrol car. 

What had spiked the panic note were the other two cops. One had 
grabbed the kid's feet and the other was in his face, leaning over 
him with his fist drawing back slowly. Bob shifted his stride away 
from the front door of the Quick Stop and headed over to the scene. 
Ignoring the officers who were still trying to hold onto the kid, he 
stopped right behind the fourth cop, the one with his fist drawn back 
now, the one who had succeeded in doing what few could do. 
He had
Pissed. 
Bob. 
Off. 

The cop felt the dark licks of anger radiating behind him, tightening 
his back muscles and raising the hair on the back of his neck. 
Turning, his hand fell out of the fist and just twitched against his 
thigh. The man in front of him shouldn't have been frightening. He 
was average height, wide across the shoulders, more stocky than 
muscle bound. Dark hair half hidden under a backwards ball cap 
trailing into a dark beard that framed a mouth shaped to smile at a 
moments notice. 

But... this cop was scared. The eyes. They should have been warm, 
chocolate colored and quick to follow that mouth into a smile. They 
were flat and emotionless, staring almost through him, a swirl of 
menace drifting closer to the surface. 

He didn't speak; he just raised an eyebrow and tilted his chin 
towards the boy. 

"He's loitering, the store owner called it in. He's a street rat, no 
home, so were taking him to Juvie."

Hearing the word Juvie wrenched a new stream of cursing out of the 
blonde and he twisted, shifting and pulling until one leg was free 
and kicked out. 

Hard. 

The policeman who had been holding his feet hit the pavement, his 
arms wrapped around his gut... knowing there was going to be a boot 
shaped black and blue reminder there when he took off his shirt. The 
cop got up fast, his face hardening as he went for the boy. 

That's when Bob spoke.

"Put him down."

The two cops that were still holding the kids arms looked to the 
older cop, the one facing off with this quiet guy in the leather 
trench coat. Waiting for him to push this civilian out of the way. 
Waiting for him to do something. Say something. 

The cop that had taken the size 11 Doc Marten boot to the gut turned 
away from the boy, shifting his anger from the kid to this 
interfering fuck. He reached for him, ready to grab and arm and 
twist until this asshole figured out who was in charge here. Then he 
saw the older cops eyes. Somewhere, somehow the power had shifted, 
this guy with the dead eyes and all the questions he asked without 
words was in charge now. Ice danced up and down his spine, settling 
deep in his balls. This... this was fear. 

Confused, the other cops did what Bob said without any words. Bob's 
silence had invaded and was holding them by the scruff of the neck. 
Even the blonde boy's stream of curses had stopped.

Walking back to the patrol car, the bruised cop's anger focused on 
his partner.

"What the fuck was that?"

The older cop rubbed his face with both hands and then threw the keys 
to the younger man.

"Do you have any idea who that was?"

He didn't wait for an answer. "There's only a few mob connections 
this far into the `burbs. Russians mostly, and that was one of 
them. I don't know how deep he is into it but he looks just like his 
older cousin... and they estimate that he's killed at least 10 people 
in the last year. 

Sliding into the car he said. "I am too old and too tired to fuck 
with that today."

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TBC