Forget Me Not
Title: Forget Me Not
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Warnings: Blood, drug use, rape, incest.
Disclaimer: This didn't actually happen to The Jonas Brothers.
Summary: Joe Jonas is a 20-year-old prostitute forced to use half his paycheck to pay off the debt that his dead parents' left behind. All he wants is to find Nick, his brother who went missing shortly after the accident that killed their parents 7 years ago. A strange boy suddenly shows up, claiming to be the long lost Nick. Will Joe's search for happiness finally be over? Or does Nick have something to do with the murder of Joe's best client? Somehow, Joe cannot shake off the feeling that this isn't the real Nick Jonas.
Author's Note: This story was inspired by a great many things, including a wonderful manga by Gokurakuin Sakurako.
“Hey, why don’t you come over here and sit. I came here to talk to you,” Kevin said, setting himself down on the couch in Joe’s apartment.
Nick’s face was defensive and he kept his arms tensely folded across his chest. “I don’t have anything to discuss with you,” he said firmly. “Do you seriously not know where my brother is?”
Kevin sighed. “Joe isn’t a kid. If anything happens to him he’ll give us a call.”
“I told you, he left his phone at home,” Nick said, becoming frustrated with the man invading his new home.
Kevin’s eyes trailed down to the blood staining the side of Nick’s shirt. “You… you’re bleeding!” he exclaimed. “Did your wound open? Let me take a look.” He moved toward Nick but he just as quickly backed away. “Show it to me!” he demanded.
“Don’t touch me!” Nick yelled, pushing Kevin away roughly.
Kevin sighed. “Let me at least treat it,” he said. “If anything happens to you, Joe will be sad.”
Nick continued to glare at him, but considered his words.
Kevin’s face grew hard. “And,” he started, “you have more than one life inside you.”
Nick eyes grew wide, and he gaped at the older man.
“Am I right, Nick? Or, excuse me, John Schmidt?”
Nick backed away, growling like an animal.
“Sorry, Nick, or John, whatever,” Kevin continued. “But I did some research on you. You aren’t the real Nick Jonas.”
Nick shook his head. “It’s not like that. I’m not some kind of imposter.”
“But your name is John, not Nick!”
“John is my legal name! But I really am Nick Jonas. That’s who I was when I was born, anyway. That’s what the nurses called me when I woke up in the hospital, telling me that my parents had died in a car crash and that my older brothers were seriously hurt. But I couldn’t remember you two, or anyone else. I didn’t even know how to speak or walk. I had completely amnesia.”
Kevin stared at him in amazement. “Are you serious…?”
Nick smirked at him. “I thought you had all the answers already figured out.”
Kevin opened his mouth to say something when he heard his phone ringing. “Fuck, who is it at this time?” he yelled. He took out the phone and answered it angrily, “Hello…?”
While Kevin was distracted, Nick reached into his jean’s pocket and cocked the pistol that he always kept there.
“Joe?!” Kevin exclaimed into the phone. Nick tensed. “I’ll be right there.” He hung up the phone and looked at Nick. “I have an emergency,” Kevin said. “This conversation will continue later.”
Nick ran into the bedroom and opened his book bag. He threw out all his clothes and belongings and then swung it over his shoulder. He rushed back into the living room, and said, “Something happened to my brother, right? You’re going to take me there,” he said dangerously.
Kevin waved his hand at him dismissively and started toward the door. “Wounded people should rest. I’ll take a look at you later.” He froze when he saw the gun from the corner of his eye. He slowly turned around to see Nick pointing it directly at his face.
“Will you take me to Joe?” Nick asked with a condescending smile, knowing Kevin now had no choice.
Joe lay motionless on the once cream-colored sheets, now stained with sweat and come and the blood that was trickling down his thighs. The men watched over him, whispering to each other.
“I guess we overdid it,” one of them said. “He passed out again.”
“Serves him right. This guy is so stupid, going against Mr. Jost.”
One of the men lifted up Joe’s head, cooing, “Come on, wake up. Play with us a little more.”
Joe simply groaned as he faded between consciousness and unconsciousness.
“Uh… excuse me…” George said through the open door. “Sorry, but Mr. Jost said to bring Joe down to his office now.”
“What? You’re gonna release him already?” they complained.
“No, um…” George continued. “These two weird guys are here, demanding we bring him there.”
Joe opened his eyes, hope flooding his heart.
Downstairs, Mr. Jost said to Kevin and Nick, “Welcome. Do you want to book two clients or share one?”
Kevin’s face flushed with anger but his voice came out calm when he said, “Excuse me, sir, but we’re not here to engage in any illegal acts. I suck at small talk, so I’m just going to come out and say it… can you give us back Joe Jonas?”
Mr. Jost frowned and stopped in his tracks. He turned around to face the men. He took a long time to finally answer them. “If you are going to step foot in this dark place, shouldn’t you know the rules?” he said. “Joe is ours. You cannot even begin to know the price he is holding. If you do not want to be involved in danger, then please go now.”
Kevin struggled to find something to say, but couldn’t find the right words as the intimidating man started toward the exit with his men following him.
“Money…” Nick said. “How much do you want?”
Mr. Jost stopped and frowned at his tone of voice. “Who’s the kid?” he asked. “Don’t talk in such a rude manner,” he told him.
Nick took off his book bag and flipped it upside down. Wads of cash fell to the floor. He smirked. “It doesn’t seem like you’re some violent idiot.” He kicked the cash over to the older man. “Here. This is in exchange for Joe.”
Mr. Jost’s men bent down to count the money. “This is a lot…!” they exclaimed.
“I’m not sure how much is in there,” he said, “but it should be enough.”
Kevin stared in wonder at the young boy, completely lost for words. Mr. Jost looked Nick’s street clothes up and down. “This better not be some kind of dangerous money,” he warned him.
“I don’t feel like explaining how I got it in detail…” Nick said. “It’s under a fake name. It’s technically nonexistent money. You don’t have any more complaints, right? Give me back Joe.” In his pocket he clutched the pistol.
Mr. Jost paused before addressing his men. “Bring Joe,” he demanded.
A moment later George came out, supporting a staggering Joe on his shoulder. When Joe saw Nick, he found the strength to walk over to him on his own. “Nick…” he breathed, beaming, despite his injuries.
Nick smiled back at him and touched his bruised neck and face. They embraced, Nick careful not to hug too tightly.
Mr. Jost cleared his throat. “There used to be a very rich man who favored Joe a lot,” he said to Nick. “He was murdered just last week. Would you happen to know anything about that?” he said slowly.
Nick frowned. “I don’t know. What’s that got to do with me?” he said defensively.
Mr. Jost shook his head. “Nothing. Sorry about that.”
Joe, Nick, and Kevin left the building, hailing a cab and driving back home. Mr. Jost watched them from inside, his men still counting the money at his feet. One of them spoke up, “Is it okay to let them leave like that?”
Mr. Jost didn’t turn to him as he said, “They paid what they had to. It’s fine. Besides, there are always replacements.”
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