Title: Thank You
Author: Jade
Rating: Let's say PG to PG-13 for language. No sex.
Sorry.
Feedback: jade27_al@yahoo.com
Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob
Disclaimer:Alas, I don't own the boys. Wish I did!
Wouldn't that be a fun weekend! *grins* But, Miramax,
View Askew, Kev and all those fine people own em.
Don't sue me, I'm a poor college student. You wouldn't
get anything anyway. Oh yeah, also the lyrics are to
"Thank You" by Dido.
Distribution: Go for it, just let me know ^.^
Archive: Sure, why not?
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"Thank You"


[My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of
bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see
at all
And even if I could it would all be grey, but your
picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad.]

"Yo Lunchbox! Hurry the fuck up!" Jay's voice came
more or less barging into the bathroom. Bob had just
stepped out of the shower. That boy couldn't wait for
more than five minutes without being vocal about it.
In fact, he couldn't do anything without being vocal
about it. Bob quickly dried himself and threw his
clothes on. It was going to be a bad day. He could
feel it. All overcast outside. Overcast didn't usually
bother him, it was just that kind of dark
overcast-right-before-a-storm kind of overcast. Why
couldn't they just stay home and watch Weird Science
or something. But no. Jay wanted to go to the Quick
Stop for something or other. Bob sighed and walked to
the living room. Why did he do this? Oh yeah, he had a
thing for the dumb schmuck and didn't want him to get
hurt.
"It's about fucking time, bitch!" Jay exclaimed and
yanked his jacket on. "In there thinking about my
sweet ass again?" He smirked and flung his arms around
Bob, then recoiled. "Eww! You gay fuck! You know I'm
all about the clam!"
Bob just rolled his eyes and shruged his trench on,
then followed the loud mouthed blonde out the door and
to the bus stop.

***

Jay and Bob got off of the bus about a block from the
Quick Stop. "Hey Lunchbox, you gotta wait outside for
some customers." Bob smacked his forehead. He should
have figured Jay set something up and didn't tell him.
Not like it was unusual for something like that to
slip his mind. Jay headed into the Quick Stop and Bob
leaned back against the outside wall, lighting up a
cigarette and taking a deep drag. Maybe it wouldn't be
too bad. They'd get some cash, buy some beer, then go
home and get stoned. Yep. Business as usual.
"Hey, you Silent Bob?" A voice broke him from his
thoughts.
Bob took another drag and exhaled, looking at the
man. *Yeah, so?*
The man was tall and muscular. He had on a pair of
baggy jeans, a plain white Tshirt and a trench like
Bob's. "I thought so." He said, and seconds later his
fist connected with Bob's stomach.
Bob gasped and dropped his cigarette. But that was
about the least of his worries. The man had caught him
off guard and was pummeling him. Bob swung at the man,
but another hand caught his and pinned it behind his
back. He felt a fist connect with his temple right
before everything went dark.

Jay looked up from the counter where he was actually
paying for the beer. He had just stepped out when he
saw a very unconcious Bob being beat by three very
large men.
"Holy shit!" he screamed. "Lunchbox!"
"Hey." Said the first guy. "It's the bitch's
boyfriend." He snickered and they started towards Jay.

"Oh, you wanna go bitch!?" Jay screamed, when he
heard a click from behind him. A gun cocking.
"I suggest all three of you get your asses out of
here as I've just called the cops. And judging by that
little statement, I think this would constitute a hate
crime."
Jay stole a quick glance behind him. It was Dante!
Dante knew how to use a gun? It didn't matter. The
three men took off like scared jackrabbits. Jay
kneeled down by Bob. 
"Hey.. Lunchbox, you alright?" Jay said quietly. 
"Jay, we have to get him to a hospital." Dante said.
Jay shook his head. "No, I can take care of him.
Shit, he's done it enough for me."
"You sure?"
Jay nodded. "Can you give us a ride home?"
"Yeah, sure." Dante said and locked up.

***

[Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking
through and through
Then you handed me a towel and all I see is you
and even if my house falls down now, I wouldn't have a
clue
because you're near me ]

Bob groaned lightly and opened his eyes, quickly
snapping them shut. The light was killing his eyes. 
He felt a bandage around his aching head. Too bad that
wasn't the only thing aching. His arms hurt, his legs
hurt, just about everywhere hurt. Those bastards had
done a real number on him. He'd have to pay them back
later. Now he just wanted to go back to sleep. Then he
realized he was in his boxers. That meant Jay had
undressed him. *Not unusual.* he thought to himself.
*You've done the same for him a million times.* 
"God Lunchbox, I'm sorry.." He heard a voice, Jay.
Then he felt a hand running through his hair and lips
lightly on his forehead, and then on his lips. Bob
opened his eyes slowly. The light was blocked by a
Jay's face and a veil of soft blonde hair.
Jay looked right down at Bob and didn't move. "Like
you fucking didn't know Lunchbox." 
Bob grinned and kissed Jay, wraping his arms around
him. 

[I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my
life
Oh just to be with you, is having the best day of my
life.]
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