A Whole New World - Chapter Three
Title: A Whole New World
Author: Reckless_thing
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,382
Characters: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Chad Michael Murray, Christian Kane, Steve Carlson, Sophia Bush, Danneel Harris
Warnings: Angst, underage sex, abuse, almost non-con (very brief), character death (not serious) and swearing.
Summary: What happens when fate brings a homeless boy who is wanted by the police, already juggling more than anyone could understand and a poor little rich boy together?
Author’s Note: So, it turns out I can’t read/watch/listen to anything without making it into J2’d goodness! So yes, this is the J2 remix of the Disney classic Aladdin (my favourite movie as a child). Also this is a work in progress but I am very close to being finish. I will be updating chapters once a week so stay tuned.
Author's Note 2: So, I was going to put a chapter up tomorrow cos I may have had a couple of drinks too many with my favorite boys and couldn't decide whether or not to post this latest chapter up now because I'm a sleepy drunk but.. HERE IT IS!
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
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He’s sitting in the corner of a bar downtown, Jensen has no idea why these people are still here drinking and playing pool but he’s glad he isn’t alone, he hasn’t got the slightest idea where to start to look for accommodation but he’s wired and decides he look around when the sun begins to rise, he feels better if he keeps himself on guard in case anything happens.
Jensen guesses that he goes almost unnoticed in the bar, there’s a low, rumble of old rock flowing out from the rusted jukebox a few feet away from him and cigarette smoke is thick in the air.
He can see three men on the other side of the bar looking at him and mumbling to each other, Jensen tries not to make eye contract or pay them any attention, he keeps his head down and shoulders tense as he attempts to shrink into the background.
He doesn’t know how long he has been lost in his thoughts for but after a song or two has flowed from the jukebox Jensen senses someone behind him, the man's smell invades him and Jensen’s eyes widen behind his glasses.
“A pretty thin’ like you shouldn’t be hidin’.” Someone says and it makes Kane’s voice sound like a child singing church hymns.
Jensen doesn’t answer.
“Come on baby; show us what you’ve got hidin’ under all those layers.” A hand slips over his back, shoulder and attempts to make its way into his shirt.
Jensen flinches away and gets on his feet but finds himself quickly facing three large men.
“What’re you doin’ tonight?” The dark haired man says, eyes raking down his body.
“I - I - um,” Jensen stammers, his head dips for a moment trying to find his words and when he straightens he is forced to correct his glasses when they slip a little too far down and pulls the cuffs of his jumper over his hands.
“Come on sweetheart; tell us what you’re goin’ to do?”
“I - I ha - have somewhe - where to b - be.”
One of the men groans, “Damn, someone else gets to fuck him tonight.”
Jensen thinks that this is completely uncalled for and rude, no one should talk to him like this and he believes that he shouldn’t have to put up with this sort of behavior.
“I do n - not appreciate the w -way you are speaking to me, gentleman,” Jensen states, a little less calm and stoic then he is purely happy about. “I a - am not amused nor flattered by the w- way you are attempting to interact with me.”
The man in the middle, the one that Jensen guesses is the leader steps forward with a twisted smile as his two lackeys follow suit. “You hear that boy’s, we’re not interactin’ with him properly.”
The other two men laugh and corner Jensen against the wall and he wonders why someone hasn’t done anything or notified the authorities. His heart speeds up and his body begins to shake, “Now don’ - don’t come closer or else I’ll - I’ll…” Jensen stutters but the men don’t listen as they come closer.
Jensen’s breathing accelerates and he feels like a caged animal and it’s not until one of the guy’s hands grip his waist is when he starts swinging his fists blindly.
“What the fuck?” One of them yells.
“Hey, you!” The husky barman finally calls out and Jensen is sure he is going to tell them to leave him alone but Jensen is shocked when all that he hears is, “If you’re going to fight, take it outside!”
There’s a beat of silence before four hands pick him up and drag him out the back door and into an ally. When they are outside the warm air feels cool against Jensen’s skin, he’s absolutely terrified and he hasn’t got a clue what to do.
He’s pushed against a wall and Jensen's head slams against the hard bricks behind him. “Fuckin’ bitch, what gives you the right to talk back to us?”
“What g - gives you the right to t - talk to me like that?” Jensen is blinking dumbly at the men, having no idea where that came from.
While he is still wondering he soon realizes that his hooded jacket is thrown to the floor and there are a countless number of hands on his body.
No, no this can't happen! Jensen thinks; he can’t let this happen, “Pl - please, let me go, I’ll… I’ll give you money if you just le - let me go!” He’s batting hands off of him and vaguely hears something rip.
“Where the fuck are you going to get money from?” One of the men’s faces is close and Jensen can see the teeth that have yellowed and his breath is sharp from cigarettes. "You're no more than a piece of ass," He smirks, eyes glancing down at Jensen's body. "Least you're nice looking."
“The - The governor, I’ll get you whatever you want from the governor if you just let me go!” The men laugh at him and then he hears another rip and panics, “Help!” Jensen finally decides to scream, “Somebody! Please help me!”
A huge rough hand curls over his face to clamp over his mouth. He struggles, kicking and flailing in a vain attempt to get free. As he throws his head from side to side in an attempt to get the hand off of his mouth, Jensen’s glasses fall from his face and he whimpers almost silently as he hears the glass shatter into a million pieces but he begins to truly panic when he sinks in to darkness as his airways are cut off.
~*~*~*~*~
Jared hears the yells for help from his home and he knows what’s happening, he rushes down the stairs, hesitating as he passes Ellie and Ben's room, leaving Harley behind and asleep but he hears another terrified scream and it almost forces him out of his home to run into the alleyway where he heard the frightened calls for help.
What he sees is unfortunately something that isn’t new to him, three burly men crowding another person and Jared hurries to them.
“Hey!” Jared calls, he knows that he is tall but most people blow him off because he is so thin and his clothes are dirty and ripped but when he needs to be, he can be useful. One of the men turn around and Jared catches sight of a boy, barely a man, passed out still being held up by his shirt. Jared refuses to let anything happen to the kid, he’s determined to fight harder considering the kids age.
One of the men walks towards him, hands up trying to block Jared's view of the scene, “Nothing to see here, man. Just go, you didn’t see anything.”
Jared laughs bitterly, “But you see, I did see something and I’m not going to let it happen.”
The man grabs his arm and twists it backward and Jared shouts as pain shoots through his body. He’s thrown to the ground and ends up smacking his head on a trash can and he can tell that he’ll have numerous cuts on his arms, face and chest. Jared hisses his vision blurring as he is painfully reminded of his injured ribs.
It takes a lot of effort to get back up but Jared thinks of the poor boy that’s passed out and Jared grits his teeth as he rises to full height.
The man comes closer to him and sure he’s bigger in mass (more fat than muscle, obviously.) but no way is he taller. “Come on, dude. Just fuck off.”
Jared’s hand slips into the back pocket of his jeans which isn’t torn and slowly withdraws a small rusted Swiss pocket knife. “Back off,” Jared warns, displaying the knife.
The man rushes forward and Jared uses his other hand to punch the guy in the throat causing him to collapse to his knees gripping his neck and almost turning blue.
“What the fuck?” Another man says and moves toward Jared, “Come here you little bitch!”
The guy tries to grab Jared by the collar but ends up tearing his already tattered shirt. Jared is quick as he flicks the knife and cuts the man deeply over his right bicep. “SHIT!” The man hisses releasing Jared and grips his wound.
Jared quickly dismisses him thinking that he’ll run off and join his friend and as he moves to get the next guy from behind, Jared is kicked sharply behind the knee and he collapses with another pained shout.
He’s curled on the cement trying his best to get back up but then he is kicked repeatedly in the chest and stomach.
“Fuck!” Jared swears and attempts to shrink away and protect himself. He lies still, trying his best to look unconscious and after a few more shockingly excruciating kicks the man leaves him on the ground and returns to his friend laughing.
“Now let’s see what this kid is like.”
Jared tries to get up but as he straightens his back he has to bite back a groan in agony when he hobbles to the two men. He tries to pull one of the enormous men away from the boy. He elbows Jared in the ribs and smacks Jared in the cheek and eye with the back of his large fist.
Jared shrieks as he stumbles backward and gasps as new agony sparks hot throughout his body. His breathing stops as he hears a zipper being pulled down and he’s grateful that he could notice the sound over the roar in his ears.
Keeping one arm securely around his abdomen, Jared curls his other arm around the guy’s neck and slices his throat; it’s a stupid move and incredibly reckless but he was willing to do anything to make sure that no further harm to this innocent kid would happen.
Blood gushes and Jared winces as he feels the slickness against the skin of his arm and he throws the man to the side. His friend looks at Jared with wide eyes.
“What the fuck, man?! You - You fuckin’… It’s just some kid! Fuckin’ hell!” The man growls as he looks at Jared then at the kid and then at his friend who had fallen face first into several trash bags.
“You better fuck off before I introduce your dick to this blade.” Jared threatens and he tries his best not to smirk as the man backs away from the boy, looking one last time at his friend and turns around to disappear around the corner.
Jared flips the knife shut and slips it back into his pocket, hobbling over to the limp kid.
He’s young, Jared thinks, not 15 but definitely not 21 either, Jared takes a couple of steps closer and sees that on a wall behind the kid there’s blood. There’s blood on his face along with a couple of bruises and his shirt is barely covering him and it’s starting to look more like one of Jared’s shirts. He kneels down and groans loudly.
He looks around and spots a black hooded jacket on the ground a few feet away and he stretches to pick it up and covers the kid.
As Jared’s hand brushes a cut on the kids arm, he flinches, his face crumples and Jared wonders if he’s waking up.
“Are you okay?” Jared whispers trying his very best not to seem frightening or dangerous.
“Mmmh,” The kid mumbles and Jared places a hand on the lightly freckled face when it flops to the side.
“Hey, come on now, you gotta wake up.” He softly pats and brushes the side of the kids face, trying to bring the boy back to consciousness without alerting him.
Green eyes are slowly revealed to him as the kid wakes up and Jared barely has time to react before the boy is trying to crawl away. His mouth looks like its operating from a loose hinge, “Wha - What? Who a -are you?” He whimpers.
“No, it’s okay.” Jared quickly says.
There’s a crease forming in the kid’s brow and Jared tips his head as he takes in the bruises that tarnish his skin, in the dim golden light of the single street lamp Jared can tell he’s shivering because he’s cold and/or petrified. “I’m Jared, its okay, they’re gone.” Jared says.
“What’s going on?” His voice is low and rough and Jared swallows.
“Those guys, um…” Jared says and watches as the kids gaze skitters around their surroundings, “They’re gone. They’re gone! Don’t worry.” Green-Eyes visibly relaxes and Jared pulls the jacket up from where it had slipped down the kids shoulders when the boy had fidgeted.
The boy licks his lips and Jared guesses that the kid tastes blood as he brings his pale hand up to touch his finger to his bottom lip.
“What…happened?” He says weakly.
“Those guys…erm… they dragged you out here to…” Jared feels his stomach plummet when he sees the fear in the kid’s eyes, “I heard you from my…home, their gone now.” The kid looks to the side and visibly stiffens as he catches sight of the body.
“Wha-”
“You don’t want to know what was going to happen if I hadn’t.” Jared winces; “You’re bleeding,” The boy sucks on his lip and hisses. “Look, I know that you have no reason to trust me and I bet you are shit scared but I have water and some food and I can fix you up a little.”
The kid doesn’t move.
Jared sighs, “If we don’t move soon the street ain’t gonna get any safer, so please?” He stands up and he has to stop half way when the pain becomes too much.
"Come on,” Jared says as he limps hunched over toward his home and he’s grateful when he hears the shift of trash bags and hesitant footsteps from behind. "Look, if you want, I'll let you arm yourself with something of your choice if you don't trust me." He's only half joking and letting it hang there as a safety net for the kid.
He hears the young boy’s uneasy murmurs and when he turns around he notices that the kid is squinting. “M - My glasses. They broke.” He says a little more than pathetically.
"It's okay." Jared’s lips twitch into an almost smile as he entwines his fingers with the boy’s and guides him back to his home.