x-posted all over the damn place
This fic is taking so long to write, I had to break it into chapters.
Title: All The Wrong Places, Chapter One: Runaway
Character: T-bag
Prompt: 24. Family
Rating: PG-13 for now, NC-17 later
Warnings: Big freakin' character death within the first few paragraphs, there will be non-con coming up in the next chapter as well as bumsex so yeah watch out for that.
Summary: T-bag was all he had left.
Author's Notes: T-bag/LJ, post-escape.
“You should be on your way then,” Michael said.
“Now hold on a moment Pretty, not so fast. We had a deal, remember?” T-bag replied.
Michael only glared at him. “Deal’s off.”
“Uh-uh-uh,” T-bag protested, “That ain’t how that works.”
Lincoln cut in, standing before T-bag menacingly. “Get out of here,” he growled, “Now.”
T-bag’s eyes flicked to LJ standing beside him as he slyly reached for the blade in his pocket.
“Don’t even-“
The rest of Lincoln’s words were cut off as blood splattered across LJ and T-bag’s faces. LJ just blinked for a moment as his dad fell over, blood spilling from the bullet hole in his chest.
“Dad!” LJ screamed.
Michael looked out the window and his eyes went wide in horror. “Get down! Now!” he yelled and he yanked LJ to the ground.
T-bag hit the floor as well as another bullet whizzed through the air, right where Michael had been standing a moment earlier.
“Looks like the warden found us,” T-bag said as more bullets began to zing past.
“It’s not the warden,” Michael replied, “LJ!”
LJ was crawling on his elbows towards his dad. Lincoln’s eye were blank and unmoving, a line of blood coming from his mouth, his grey prison sweatshirt stained red.
“Dad,” LJ sobbed, putting his hand out to touch his father.
“LJ, come on!” Michael said and he pulled the boy back as they belly crawled towards the door.
They ran down the stairs of the hotel, flying by room service and nearly knocking one of the maids over. The woman shrieked at the sight of their blood stained faces, cowering in fear. The three managed to run out the back exit and into the parking lot, Michael looking up over his shoulder to see if the agents were on their trail.
“This way,” Michael whispered, motioning for the others to follow.
He began making his way towards a parked car and then bam!
Michael fell over as the bullet went straight through his skull. LJ let out a strangled cry and even T-bag seemed shocked.
“Uncle Mike,” LJ cried, bending down towards his uncle.
“Come on kid, we gotta move,” T-bag said, tugging at LJ’s sleeve as Kellerman came out from around his car, his gun aimed and ready.
T-bag grabbed LJ by the arm and the two quickly ducked behind a parked car, before running off into the bushes.
Kellerman raised his gun and pointed it at the fleeing pair, trying to get a clear shot, but it was useless. His new partner, Agent Salas, ran up behind him, her gun drawn.
“They’re getting away!” she yelled.
Kellerman ignored her and walked over to Michael’s body.
“Well, shouldn’t we follow them?” Salas asked.
Kellerman just laughed. “Do you know who that was?” he asked, “The one the kid was with?”
Salas shook her head.
Kellerman’s smile faded. “That was Theodore Bagwell,” he said, “He was convicted of six murders in Alabama. Six underage murders. And now he’s running with a 15 year old kid? How long do you really think LJ Burrows is going to last with a guy like that?”
He flipped over Michael’s body with his foot, then muttered, “We’ll be reading about him on the front page by tomorrow.”
Salas just stared at him incredulously. She couldn’t believe that Kellerman actually thought that handing over a kid to a murdering pedophile was a good way to resolve things. She stared out at the bushes as Kellerman sat down in the driver’s seat.
“Get in the car,” he said and when she hesitated, he added, “Now.”
Salas quickly jumped into the passenger’s side. She knew what happened to people who didn’t listen to Kellerman. And she had no desire to join Hale.
They ran forever. Or at least that’s what it seemed like. They ran until their chests burned and their legs were threatening to give out. But no matter how far they got, LJ could still feel Kellerman right behind him. He would never be free. T-bag put out a hand to stop him and the two of them rested for a moment in the alleyway, the smell of the rancid dumpsters and the images of his family making LJ feel sick. He leaned against the brick wall and shut his eyes, trying not to cry. All of them. Gone. He felt the emotions bubbling inside him and he let out a sob, his back to T-bag. It was a stupid move, his dad and his uncle had warned him never to put his guard down around a guy like that, but he didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care about anything.
“You still got that address?” T-bag panted.
LJ hesitated. T-bag wasn’t supposed to know about that. Michael had whispered it to LJ one night, he was smart enough not to write it down where the murderer might find it, and had told LJ to head there if they got separated. They were definitely separated now. LJ knew he shouldn’t tell T-bag, he knew his uncle and his dad wouldn’t like it, he knew the guy was a monster. But if he didn’t… If he just made a run for it… He’d be all alone. Right now T-bag was all he had left.
“Yeah,” LJ breathed, wiping his tear-stained, bloody face.
T-bag had forgotten that his face was still spattered with Burrows’ blood and wiped his sleeve across it. “Well, lead the way,” he said.
More exercise for them now, but at least it was walking, not running. They stuck to the back roads, LJ following the landmarks that his uncle had told him. He got mixed up a couple of times, his memory wasn’t as good as Michael’s, but finally they were there, just as the sun began to set.
T-bag stared at the rundown shack in the middle of nowhere. “This is it?” he asked.
LJ was surprised himself. He squinted at the address, just barely able to make it out. This was the right place. “Uh, yeah…” he said.
“Boy, that’s an outhouse, not a living space,” T-bag remarked.
LJ ignored him and walked up to the front door. He reached under the grimy mat on the front step and pulled out a rusted key. It took a few tries to open the door, but eventually it creaked forward and the two of them walked inside.
It was just as bad on the inside as it was on the outside. There was one room, aside from a tiny bathroom that just barely had enough room for a toilet and a sink. There was a tattered mattress on the floor and a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, it’s chain dangling low and almost hitting LJ in the head as he walked past it. There were a few old newspapers in one corner and a tin can full of rain water.
“Guess you all weren’t planning to stay here very long,” T-bag mused, kicking at a piece of newspaper.
LJ yawned and nodded as he sat down on the bare mattress. He was so very tired and right now he didn’t care enough to try and make small talk with T-bag. He just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up. He laid down and closed his eyes.
T-bag couldn’t believe the boy was just lying there, so vulnerable, leaving himself at T-bag’s mercy. It was too good. He felt that familiar throbbing between his legs as he watched LJ fall asleep, the kid's chest rising and falling slowly. It took all the strength he had not to just take him then. But he had to play this carefully. If he made his move too soon, LJ would only freak out, he might even run away. And although T-bag did love a good chase, he wasn’t exactly up for one right now. No, he had to get the boy to trust him, to feel safe with him. Sure, his actions right now might look like feelings of security, but T-bag knew better. The kid was on a self-destruct mode. And T-bag needed to exploit that just enough to get what he wanted.
He heard a whimper and looked over at LJ. The boy was crying in his sleep, tears wetting his perfect skin. It made T-bag shiver. Slowly, he moved towards the mattress, then lay down next to LJ, wrapping his arms around the boy.
“Don’t cry, Little Pretty,” he whispered.
In his dream, LJ hugged his dad. He was alive and they were all okay. There was no Kellerman, no bullet wounds, no camping out in a one room shack with a pedophile. Just him and his dad. It was all okay.
It goes a little fast in the beginning, I do admit, but I'll try and make up for it with lots of lovely T-bag/LJ interactions, I promise!
Title: All The Wrong Places, Chapter One: Runaway
Character: T-bag
Prompt: 24. Family
Rating: PG-13 for now, NC-17 later
Warnings: Big freakin' character death within the first few paragraphs, there will be non-con coming up in the next chapter as well as bumsex so yeah watch out for that.
Summary: T-bag was all he had left.
Author's Notes: T-bag/LJ, post-escape.
“You should be on your way then,” Michael said.
“Now hold on a moment Pretty, not so fast. We had a deal, remember?” T-bag replied.
Michael only glared at him. “Deal’s off.”
“Uh-uh-uh,” T-bag protested, “That ain’t how that works.”
Lincoln cut in, standing before T-bag menacingly. “Get out of here,” he growled, “Now.”
T-bag’s eyes flicked to LJ standing beside him as he slyly reached for the blade in his pocket.
“Don’t even-“
The rest of Lincoln’s words were cut off as blood splattered across LJ and T-bag’s faces. LJ just blinked for a moment as his dad fell over, blood spilling from the bullet hole in his chest.
“Dad!” LJ screamed.
Michael looked out the window and his eyes went wide in horror. “Get down! Now!” he yelled and he yanked LJ to the ground.
T-bag hit the floor as well as another bullet whizzed through the air, right where Michael had been standing a moment earlier.
“Looks like the warden found us,” T-bag said as more bullets began to zing past.
“It’s not the warden,” Michael replied, “LJ!”
LJ was crawling on his elbows towards his dad. Lincoln’s eye were blank and unmoving, a line of blood coming from his mouth, his grey prison sweatshirt stained red.
“Dad,” LJ sobbed, putting his hand out to touch his father.
“LJ, come on!” Michael said and he pulled the boy back as they belly crawled towards the door.
They ran down the stairs of the hotel, flying by room service and nearly knocking one of the maids over. The woman shrieked at the sight of their blood stained faces, cowering in fear. The three managed to run out the back exit and into the parking lot, Michael looking up over his shoulder to see if the agents were on their trail.
“This way,” Michael whispered, motioning for the others to follow.
He began making his way towards a parked car and then bam!
Michael fell over as the bullet went straight through his skull. LJ let out a strangled cry and even T-bag seemed shocked.
“Uncle Mike,” LJ cried, bending down towards his uncle.
“Come on kid, we gotta move,” T-bag said, tugging at LJ’s sleeve as Kellerman came out from around his car, his gun aimed and ready.
T-bag grabbed LJ by the arm and the two quickly ducked behind a parked car, before running off into the bushes.
Kellerman raised his gun and pointed it at the fleeing pair, trying to get a clear shot, but it was useless. His new partner, Agent Salas, ran up behind him, her gun drawn.
“They’re getting away!” she yelled.
Kellerman ignored her and walked over to Michael’s body.
“Well, shouldn’t we follow them?” Salas asked.
Kellerman just laughed. “Do you know who that was?” he asked, “The one the kid was with?”
Salas shook her head.
Kellerman’s smile faded. “That was Theodore Bagwell,” he said, “He was convicted of six murders in Alabama. Six underage murders. And now he’s running with a 15 year old kid? How long do you really think LJ Burrows is going to last with a guy like that?”
He flipped over Michael’s body with his foot, then muttered, “We’ll be reading about him on the front page by tomorrow.”
Salas just stared at him incredulously. She couldn’t believe that Kellerman actually thought that handing over a kid to a murdering pedophile was a good way to resolve things. She stared out at the bushes as Kellerman sat down in the driver’s seat.
“Get in the car,” he said and when she hesitated, he added, “Now.”
Salas quickly jumped into the passenger’s side. She knew what happened to people who didn’t listen to Kellerman. And she had no desire to join Hale.
They ran forever. Or at least that’s what it seemed like. They ran until their chests burned and their legs were threatening to give out. But no matter how far they got, LJ could still feel Kellerman right behind him. He would never be free. T-bag put out a hand to stop him and the two of them rested for a moment in the alleyway, the smell of the rancid dumpsters and the images of his family making LJ feel sick. He leaned against the brick wall and shut his eyes, trying not to cry. All of them. Gone. He felt the emotions bubbling inside him and he let out a sob, his back to T-bag. It was a stupid move, his dad and his uncle had warned him never to put his guard down around a guy like that, but he didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care about anything.
“You still got that address?” T-bag panted.
LJ hesitated. T-bag wasn’t supposed to know about that. Michael had whispered it to LJ one night, he was smart enough not to write it down where the murderer might find it, and had told LJ to head there if they got separated. They were definitely separated now. LJ knew he shouldn’t tell T-bag, he knew his uncle and his dad wouldn’t like it, he knew the guy was a monster. But if he didn’t… If he just made a run for it… He’d be all alone. Right now T-bag was all he had left.
“Yeah,” LJ breathed, wiping his tear-stained, bloody face.
T-bag had forgotten that his face was still spattered with Burrows’ blood and wiped his sleeve across it. “Well, lead the way,” he said.
More exercise for them now, but at least it was walking, not running. They stuck to the back roads, LJ following the landmarks that his uncle had told him. He got mixed up a couple of times, his memory wasn’t as good as Michael’s, but finally they were there, just as the sun began to set.
T-bag stared at the rundown shack in the middle of nowhere. “This is it?” he asked.
LJ was surprised himself. He squinted at the address, just barely able to make it out. This was the right place. “Uh, yeah…” he said.
“Boy, that’s an outhouse, not a living space,” T-bag remarked.
LJ ignored him and walked up to the front door. He reached under the grimy mat on the front step and pulled out a rusted key. It took a few tries to open the door, but eventually it creaked forward and the two of them walked inside.
It was just as bad on the inside as it was on the outside. There was one room, aside from a tiny bathroom that just barely had enough room for a toilet and a sink. There was a tattered mattress on the floor and a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, it’s chain dangling low and almost hitting LJ in the head as he walked past it. There were a few old newspapers in one corner and a tin can full of rain water.
“Guess you all weren’t planning to stay here very long,” T-bag mused, kicking at a piece of newspaper.
LJ yawned and nodded as he sat down on the bare mattress. He was so very tired and right now he didn’t care enough to try and make small talk with T-bag. He just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up. He laid down and closed his eyes.
T-bag couldn’t believe the boy was just lying there, so vulnerable, leaving himself at T-bag’s mercy. It was too good. He felt that familiar throbbing between his legs as he watched LJ fall asleep, the kid's chest rising and falling slowly. It took all the strength he had not to just take him then. But he had to play this carefully. If he made his move too soon, LJ would only freak out, he might even run away. And although T-bag did love a good chase, he wasn’t exactly up for one right now. No, he had to get the boy to trust him, to feel safe with him. Sure, his actions right now might look like feelings of security, but T-bag knew better. The kid was on a self-destruct mode. And T-bag needed to exploit that just enough to get what he wanted.
He heard a whimper and looked over at LJ. The boy was crying in his sleep, tears wetting his perfect skin. It made T-bag shiver. Slowly, he moved towards the mattress, then lay down next to LJ, wrapping his arms around the boy.
“Don’t cry, Little Pretty,” he whispered.
In his dream, LJ hugged his dad. He was alive and they were all okay. There was no Kellerman, no bullet wounds, no camping out in a one room shack with a pedophile. Just him and his dad. It was all okay.
It goes a little fast in the beginning, I do admit, but I'll try and make up for it with lots of lovely T-bag/LJ interactions, I promise!