Title: Dizzy
Author: gracelessone
Fandom: ViewAskewniverse
Pairing: Jay and Silent Bob
Rating: if this parts not NC-17 the next one will be so let's just 
leave it there ok?
Status: New
Archive: sure ok just let me know so I can brag
feedback: theone@gracelessone.com
Series: Kel and her bunnies, yeah there's another one somewhere in 
there
Disclaimer: I own nothing but 2 empty wine bottles tonight
Notes: Brigid and Cernunnos this is a long way from what I thought it 
was going to be
Summary: I *hate* summaries, I *suck* at summaries. so you don't get 
one. Sue me.

Warnings: ViolentMobster!Bob, so violence, duh and mention of rape


Dizzy


Bob stifled a yawn while he walked into one of his uncle's many 
warehouses. It had been a very strange few days. Jay was acting 
normally. The problem was just that, it was an act. They went 
through their day selling and then Jay hit any party he could find, 
with Bob trailing along behind him. The little sonic boom would 
drink and smoke until he could barely stand and after Bob drug his 
ass home they would get up the next day and do it all again.

He was making the now weekly pick up. One god thing about going to 
so many parties; business was good. He was finishing up the trade of 
money for herb when his uncle showed up.

"Ah, Robert. I am glad you are still here. I have something for 
you."

At Bob's questioning look the man motioned him towards a back room.

Bob was instantly awake when he saw what this `something' was.

James.

~~~~

He was ranting and pacing and being calmly ignored by the two men who 
were watching over him. He was stunned into relative silence when he 
saw Bob.

"You. What the fuck is this? What the fuck is going on? Let me out of 
here now."

Bob pulled a chair away from the battered table and slowly sat down, 
never taking his eyes off of this- man.

His quiet voice seemed to rock through the room.

"What's going on? That's very, very simple. I'm going to ask you 
questions. You're going to answer them. Then I'm going to hurt you."

Screaming threats wouldn't have scared James more. That soft, calm 
voice and those cold eyes made it clear that that wasn't a threat. 
He stopped pacing and just stood there, slumped and staring at Bob 
with fear in his eyes.

Bob pushed out a chair and offered it to James with a wave of his 
hand.

The older man walked to it slowly and sat down, eyeing Bob warily. 

"What kind of questions?"

Bob glanced at one of the men in the room who moved immediately to 
James and wrenched him arm behind him, stopping just short of 
breaking it. After James stopped screaming Bob leaned forward.

"I ask questions. You answer."

After James nodded his head the man let go of his arm.

"How long were you raping him?"

James' eyes flew wide and his face turned ashen.

"I-I never-I wasn't raping him!"

"One of the men moved closer to James only to be waved off by Bob. 
The bearded man walked around the table and punched once. Hard. 
James' nose shattered and blood poured. Bob stood back waiting for 
the screaming to stop again.

"That wasn't an answer."

After that things went rather smoothly. In fact James started 
pouring out information and answers before Bob even asked. As for 
Bob he just sat calmly, with his chin propped on his hand. The 
picture of attention. His eyes though, his eyes were flat black, 
dulled with a rage that went bone deep.

Bob's rage finally showed on his face when James got to the story 
about Jay's last night at home. He had brought a few friends over 
and after a few hours of drinking it had seemed like a good idea to 
visit Jay in his room. He invited his friends along. James looked 
up at Bob at the end of his little story.

"You got to understand though, he liked it, he wanted it."

When Bob finished he leaned against a wall panting. James was- 
barely recognizable as human. One of the men that had stayed in the 
room finally moved in when Bob started kicking the prone body.

"Cousin, if you want him dead there are easier ways."

Now he stared at this- thing and thought about what to do. Killing 
him was tempting. Having him killed was tempting. But somehow it 
didn't seem to be enough. He coughed out a harsh laugh, maybe if he 
could find a way to kill him more than once.

Finally he strode from the room, to find his uncle waiting for him.

~~~~ 

Jay was dozing on the couch when Bob got home. He shot up off the 
couch at the sound of the door closing and looked around wildly, only 
to find Bob resting against the wall. He opened his mouth only to 
slam it shut again. Bob was shaking out a cigarette and lighting it 
with a quick flick of his wrist and Jay could see his hands- his 
hands were covered in scrapes and drying blood.

"Fuck Bob! What the hell happened? What'd you do?"

He grabbed the cigarette away from his dark haired friend and shoved 
it in his own mouth, taking one of Bob's hands in his own.

"Aw man, ya hands'r fucked."

He drug the surprised man into the bathroom and pushed him onto the 
edge of the tub. Running water into the sink he shoved the cigarette 
between Bob's lips and rummaged through the medicine cabinet.

"Fuck Bob. There ain't shit in here."

Bob just shrugged and smoked and watched this suddenly- maternal?- 
Jay with a bemused look on that expressive face of his. He let the 
blond take his hands one by one and marveled at the gentleness of 
those long fingers as they washed away the blood. Jay knelt between 
Bob's knees, his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth as 
he wiped the soapy cloth across Bob's bloody knuckles. A quick sting 
made Bob hiss in a sharp breath and Jay's head flew up, golden hair 
swinging back and a quick flash of panic/fear/apology crossing his 
face. As he stuttered out a `sorry' Bob cupped Jay's face with his 
free hand and told him it was okay with his eyes. 

Jay couldn't breath for a moment. He leaned his cheek into Bob's 
touch and stroked his fingers across Bob's palm wishing- wishing that-

**fuck**

He wrenched backwards, almost sprawling flat on the floor then stood 
up quickly pasting on that sneer he had down to an art form.

"Alright lunchbox, I'm done being fucking Florence Nightnurse an' 
shit. Who'd you fuck up tha' bad this early in the fuckin' mornin' 
anyway?"

He followed Bob out of the bathroom and down the hallway.

"Come on Bob tell me, who'd ya kick the shit out of? Nobody's fucked 
us over on money or nuttin so what gives?"

Jay leaned against Bob's bedroom doorframe and waited for an answer. 
Bob sighed. He wasn't real sure what he was going to do here. Tell 
him? Leave it be? Tell him he knew what happened? Jay was the one 
with the words, not him; he didn't know how to do this. He stripped 
off his bloody shirt and pulled on another one, finally turning and 
facing Jay.

"Sit down."

Jay stopped talking and raised an eyebrow. Bob almost laughed out 
loud at the reversal of roles.

Jay flopped onto the bed and grabbed the bong and a bag of weed off 
of the bedside table. He glanced up from packing the cone.

"So? Come on talk bitch, what the fuck happened? Who'd'ya fuck up?"

Silent Bob sat on the edge of the bed and practiced Not Looking at 
Jay.

"James."

The blond's voice was a harsh whisper. "What the fuck'd you say?"

"James."

"You- you ran into him? Where did you see him? Was my--"

Bob cut him off at that. He didn't want to go there. Not yet.

"I wanted to talk to him. I had him- I arranged a meeting."

"Why? What the fuck did you want to talk to him for?"

"I- I was worried. About you. The nightmares. The mall, after- you 
got so quiet-"

His words drifted to a halt and he chanced a look at the boy next to 
him.

Jay's hair hid his face and he was twisting his hands in his lap, his 
fingers turning white from the strain. His voice was so soft when he 
finally spoke. It was- broken. That was the only word Bob could 
think of to describe it. 

"So, he told you everything huh? Everything I did? Did you ever 
fucking think I didn't want you to know?"

"Everything you did?" Bob shook his head. "Oh, yeah. I see. 
You `did what you did and got what you got', right?" 

Before Jay could answer Bob's voice lashed out like a fist. "That's 
bullshit Jay, *you* didn't *do* anything. It was done to you. You 
didn't ask to be-" 
He took a breath and plunged ahead. "You didn't ask to be raped month 
after month. And you didn't ask for five men to do that to you. 
What? Do you think you somehow invited this shit?!"

Bob's heart lodged somewhere around his shoes when he saw the barely 
contained shaking of Jay's shoulders.

**oh fuck I made him cry oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck**


TBC

gracie
(if you ever come by for jane or for me)