Title: Stronger Than Fear
Author: Kimmy* (Jay's Baby Kitty)
Feedback/E-mail: babykittykimmy13@yahoo.com 
Summary/Pairing: None yet...
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this...Kevin
Smith, Miramax, other various godlike entities
own all rights. As an interesting side note,
Kevin Smith also has my soul. *smile*
Distribution: Ask me first if you wanna.
Archive: Go ahead. *smile* However...mention it
to me beforehand, please.
Author's Note: Took me long enough, didn't it? 
Eh, well, I didn't think I'd even do it. here
goes it. *g*

Immature. Stupid. And alone...he was so alone. 


Jay was sitting, as he had been for no less than
three hours, leaning against the refrigerator,
the crumpled note that Silent Bob had left him in
his hand. Every so often he would read the paper
again...the words were getting harder to read
with Jay's sweaty hand crumpling the paper up and
unfolding it again and again. He had memorized
it after the second time...the repeated readings
were only to see the words as Bob had written
them.

He had fucked up. He had done something worse
than anything he could have imagined. The
reality of the situation was frightening. Bob
was gone. His friend, the only real one he
had...gone. His protection, the one who always
had his back...gone. And, the most frightening
and hard-hitting realization...the only person in
the world that he loved, who loved him
too...gone. 

He thought of the words Bob had written..."I love
you in spite of it all." This, he thought, was
at least something...Bob still loved him. And
with this bit of hope shining through, Jay
suddenly felt a little better. Good enough to
pull himself off the hard kitchen floor, set the
worn note on the counter, and start to try to
figure out how to get Bob back.

After thinking for a minute, Jay realized that
there was really only one thing he could do. He
walked into Bob's room. All of his clothes were
gone, as were a few other things, but a lot had
been left behind. Now all Jay had to do was
search through everything; there had to be
something in there that could help him find Bob.

The room wasn't quite as clean as it had been the
last time Jay had been in there, and pretty much
everything was in piles on the floor. Jay began
searching through the piles: picking up books,
flipping through the pages, hoping for a slip of
paper to fall out; an address, a phone number. 
After finding two or three small slips of paper
with numbers scrawled on them, a few pictures of
himself that he didn't even remember being taken,
and even one of he and Bob in front of the
QuickStop..who had taken that, Jay wondered...Jay
began searching through other things on the
floor. Finally, he found something he had really
been looking for...a slightly-worn looking
address book. 

He opened the book, and wasn't too surprised to
find that some of the pages were stained, some
stuck together, and some seemed to have been torn
from the book. Oh well, at least it was
something. Something that might help him find
Bob.

With the address book and the slips of paper in
his hands, Jay walked into the living room,
grabbed the phone, and sat down on the couch. He
figured the slips of paper were the best bet,
they seemed like they might be newer. So he
picked up one, looked at the number and dialed.

"Hello?"

"Hey...is Bob there?"

"Bob?"

"Silent Bob?"

"Ohhh...Silent Bob! No, he's not here, matter of
fact I haven't heard from him in a
while...months, probably. How is he?" The girl
had a valley-girl accent, and she talked so fast
that anyone but Jay would have had a really hard
time deciphering a word of it.

Jay was annoyed. *Really fucking annoyed*. "How
is he? What the fuck is wrong with you? If I
knew how the fuck he was, do you think I'd be
calling some bitch that I don't know from nobody
and asking if she knew where he was? Fuckin
bitch..." 

And at that, Jay hung up the phone. And pounded
his fist on the table in front of him. "Son of a
motherfuckin cocksmokin bitch!" 

This was going to be even harder than he thought.

TBC!