The Big Dirty: Dearly Beloved
Title: The Big Dirty: Dearly Beloved
Rating: R
Pairings: Gabilliam, Peterick
Word Count: 1204 this chapter, 11400 total
Summary: Chicago is ruled by The Big Four. A boss, a madame, an imports man, and the stock market king. Play by their rules and the world is beautiful. Come too close and they'll destroy everything you love.
Author's Notes: For kittygrenade's mob boss AU prompt way back on the ficlet meme. Series title from The Big Dirty by Every Time I Die. Chapter title and cut text from Dearly Beloved by Bad Religion. (Which, seriously. Listen to the acoustic version if you can. Goosebump inducing shit right there.) I would like to apologize to fans of Thursday, My Chemical Romance, Bayside and Armor for Sleep.
1. A Gentleman's Sport ♠ 2. No Son Of Mine ♣ 3. Gotta Get Away ♦ 4. When Worlds Collide ♥ 5. Come Together ♠ 6. Keasbey Nights ♣ 7. Marked ♦ 8. Shoot Down the Stars ♥ 9. Fall Back Down ♠
William walked out into the train yard first, followed closely by Gabriel, Andie and Matt. Maja, Travis and Pete followed behind, Pete adjusting his sleeves and looking over at the other men across the yard from them. With the exception of Frank, every man was taller than Pete, Ray and Mikey towering over the girls and himself. Pete tipped his hat back and grinned at them, selecting Ray as his own target. Matt had claimed Frank, Andie had chosen Bob to avenge Sierra, and the tall lovers selected the Ways. Travis looked over Underboss Raneri and silently respected the wild look in his eyes, the lack of regard for anything but victory. Maja took the younger Underboss who spent more time staring at the long, smooth stretch of leg between her heels and the short pants she wore than getting into the right mindset for a gun fight.
"So glad you could make it." Travis said in a loud, commanding voice. "I do wish it was under better circumstances, but for our final meeting, this will have to do."
Gerard flapped a hand at him. "You've always talked too much McCoy." He called back, impatient to begin. "Here's how it goes. On the count of three we draw and fire. One. Two."
Frank pulled his gun and fired at Andie, the bullet cutting through her curls and barely missing her left ear. Pete fixed his hat again and ducked down, moving behind a train car and climbing on top of it to fire gleefully at Ray. He caught the man in the shoulder and knee before he shot one last time, a clean red hole between the man's eyes. Pete was simply messing with the man a little before he killed him, a tiny cat playing with his mouse.
Matt drew and fired twice at Frank, blowing his right hand clean off before Gerard turned and fired angrily at Matt, the bodyguard getting hit in the shoulder and growling, advancing on the smaller man. Gerard turned at the sound of his brother's yell, watching as Beckett's knife rammed into his belly and Saporta's gun cocked against his temple. Mikey laughed, coughing up blood and giving them a smirk as he fought back, ramming the butt of his gun into Bill's head, knocking him out. Gabe fired once, splattering Gerard with bits of Mikey's brain and skull, the brilliant red blood dripping down the pale man's face.
Gerard screamed at them, firing blindly at the couple and catching Gabe in the back as he pulled his lover to safety. Matt knelt on Frank's twitching body, pounding his fists into the man's face until there was nothing left of it and Andie stopped him from hitting the pavement. They turned their attention to Bob who had stared at Andie with a quiet resignation in his eyes. He watched Maja dispatch Ben, Travis get shot by Anthony and Anthony get tagged by Pete and Gerard shoot Pete in the leg and begin a fist fight with him before Bob pointed his gun at himself.
"Tell Sierra I'm sorry." Bob said, closing his eyes and pulling the trigger, collapsing into a bloody messy pile at Andie's feet. She looked at him in horror and went to Matt, checking him and holding him tight.
"What just happened?" She asked softly, tearing the hem off her dress to wrap her man's shoulder, cocking her gun and pointing it at Gerard, the only man left standing. Maja and Andie disarmed him and the Madame narrowed her pretty eyes at him.
"You're done here." She said sternly. "Don't try to fight us. Don't try to find us. You're to stay here until were gone, and you're not to come after us. Your vanity and haste ended your reign, Way."
They took their wounded, supporting William, Pete and Travis as they left the train yard, Travis nodding grimly to the Commissioner as they passed, their eyes locking and a quiet respect showing between the two men. "He's yours, Commissioner. The last boss standing in Chicago. Your son is safe. Mike and Sierra will bring him by the station."
"McCoy. Who is that man?" He asked, nodding at Pete, the fedora cocked over his face again. Pete shook his head and limped off, Maja's arm around his waist and a makeshift tourniquet around his thigh.
"Looks like our boy don't want you to know that, Commissioner." Travis said gently, his smile small and wry, but there. "Go on and clean up. If he wants you to find out, he'll tell you."
The Commissioner nodded and drew his gun. "Get out of here McCoy. You can't be here when my backup gets in." He went into the train yard, gun at the ready.
"Freeze! Police!"
*****
"Patrick."
The boy's father wrapped him in a tight hug, checking him over for bruises, bumps and injuries.
"Dad! I'm fine. Seriously, fine." He laughed, realizing for the first time since the whole thing started how much he had missed home. His mother's arms wrapped him up next, holding him tighter than his dad had, her eyes full of happy tears that her boy was safe and sound.
His brother clapped him on the back and laughed. "Only you could get stolen and come back with everything but your hat."
"Just about." He said with a smile, sadly slipping the little part of Pete he had back out of his shirt. Patrick smiled at him and looked at the bat on a silver chain that his father had given him, pulling him aside and talking to him at the station.
"Patrick, I know you're safe now, and I know I have one man to thank for it, even though you know it was his fault you were there."
"It wasn't him, dad. I know it wasn't. He was doing his job and he just-"
"Enough. I want to give this to you, Patrick. He gave it to me before the gunfight and asked me to give it to you... Just in case."
"Just in... Dad? What happened to him?"
"Last I saw, he was hurt. Badly. McCoy wouldn't tell me his name so I can't check the hospitals, but he was bleeding a lot... It didn't look good, son."
"Dad..." Patrick whispered, taking the ugly looking thing, a bat with a skull inside a heart on it and holding it close to him. "I need him to be okay. He promised me he'd be okay."
"He tried real hard to keep that promise, Patrick. He did, but he did something better than hiding to stay safe. He stood up for his friends, and he showed his loyalty. He stood up for you, for your safety. Do you know his name, Patrick?"
Patrick looked up with wet eyes, holding tight to the pendant. "No, dad. He never said who he was."
Patrick's dad only held his son close to him, wishing he could take the pain away.
You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison
Rating: R
Pairings: Gabilliam, Peterick
Word Count: 1204 this chapter, 11400 total
Summary: Chicago is ruled by The Big Four. A boss, a madame, an imports man, and the stock market king. Play by their rules and the world is beautiful. Come too close and they'll destroy everything you love.
Author's Notes: For kittygrenade's mob boss AU prompt way back on the ficlet meme. Series title from The Big Dirty by Every Time I Die. Chapter title and cut text from Dearly Beloved by Bad Religion. (Which, seriously. Listen to the acoustic version if you can. Goosebump inducing shit right there.) I would like to apologize to fans of Thursday, My Chemical Romance, Bayside and Armor for Sleep.
1. A Gentleman's Sport ♠ 2. No Son Of Mine ♣ 3. Gotta Get Away ♦ 4. When Worlds Collide ♥ 5. Come Together ♠ 6. Keasbey Nights ♣ 7. Marked ♦ 8. Shoot Down the Stars ♥ 9. Fall Back Down ♠
William walked out into the train yard first, followed closely by Gabriel, Andie and Matt. Maja, Travis and Pete followed behind, Pete adjusting his sleeves and looking over at the other men across the yard from them. With the exception of Frank, every man was taller than Pete, Ray and Mikey towering over the girls and himself. Pete tipped his hat back and grinned at them, selecting Ray as his own target. Matt had claimed Frank, Andie had chosen Bob to avenge Sierra, and the tall lovers selected the Ways. Travis looked over Underboss Raneri and silently respected the wild look in his eyes, the lack of regard for anything but victory. Maja took the younger Underboss who spent more time staring at the long, smooth stretch of leg between her heels and the short pants she wore than getting into the right mindset for a gun fight.
"So glad you could make it." Travis said in a loud, commanding voice. "I do wish it was under better circumstances, but for our final meeting, this will have to do."
Gerard flapped a hand at him. "You've always talked too much McCoy." He called back, impatient to begin. "Here's how it goes. On the count of three we draw and fire. One. Two."
Frank pulled his gun and fired at Andie, the bullet cutting through her curls and barely missing her left ear. Pete fixed his hat again and ducked down, moving behind a train car and climbing on top of it to fire gleefully at Ray. He caught the man in the shoulder and knee before he shot one last time, a clean red hole between the man's eyes. Pete was simply messing with the man a little before he killed him, a tiny cat playing with his mouse.
Matt drew and fired twice at Frank, blowing his right hand clean off before Gerard turned and fired angrily at Matt, the bodyguard getting hit in the shoulder and growling, advancing on the smaller man. Gerard turned at the sound of his brother's yell, watching as Beckett's knife rammed into his belly and Saporta's gun cocked against his temple. Mikey laughed, coughing up blood and giving them a smirk as he fought back, ramming the butt of his gun into Bill's head, knocking him out. Gabe fired once, splattering Gerard with bits of Mikey's brain and skull, the brilliant red blood dripping down the pale man's face.
Gerard screamed at them, firing blindly at the couple and catching Gabe in the back as he pulled his lover to safety. Matt knelt on Frank's twitching body, pounding his fists into the man's face until there was nothing left of it and Andie stopped him from hitting the pavement. They turned their attention to Bob who had stared at Andie with a quiet resignation in his eyes. He watched Maja dispatch Ben, Travis get shot by Anthony and Anthony get tagged by Pete and Gerard shoot Pete in the leg and begin a fist fight with him before Bob pointed his gun at himself.
"Tell Sierra I'm sorry." Bob said, closing his eyes and pulling the trigger, collapsing into a bloody messy pile at Andie's feet. She looked at him in horror and went to Matt, checking him and holding him tight.
"What just happened?" She asked softly, tearing the hem off her dress to wrap her man's shoulder, cocking her gun and pointing it at Gerard, the only man left standing. Maja and Andie disarmed him and the Madame narrowed her pretty eyes at him.
"You're done here." She said sternly. "Don't try to fight us. Don't try to find us. You're to stay here until were gone, and you're not to come after us. Your vanity and haste ended your reign, Way."
They took their wounded, supporting William, Pete and Travis as they left the train yard, Travis nodding grimly to the Commissioner as they passed, their eyes locking and a quiet respect showing between the two men. "He's yours, Commissioner. The last boss standing in Chicago. Your son is safe. Mike and Sierra will bring him by the station."
"McCoy. Who is that man?" He asked, nodding at Pete, the fedora cocked over his face again. Pete shook his head and limped off, Maja's arm around his waist and a makeshift tourniquet around his thigh.
"Looks like our boy don't want you to know that, Commissioner." Travis said gently, his smile small and wry, but there. "Go on and clean up. If he wants you to find out, he'll tell you."
The Commissioner nodded and drew his gun. "Get out of here McCoy. You can't be here when my backup gets in." He went into the train yard, gun at the ready.
"Freeze! Police!"
*****
"Patrick."
The boy's father wrapped him in a tight hug, checking him over for bruises, bumps and injuries.
"Dad! I'm fine. Seriously, fine." He laughed, realizing for the first time since the whole thing started how much he had missed home. His mother's arms wrapped him up next, holding him tighter than his dad had, her eyes full of happy tears that her boy was safe and sound.
His brother clapped him on the back and laughed. "Only you could get stolen and come back with everything but your hat."
"Just about." He said with a smile, sadly slipping the little part of Pete he had back out of his shirt. Patrick smiled at him and looked at the bat on a silver chain that his father had given him, pulling him aside and talking to him at the station.
"Patrick, I know you're safe now, and I know I have one man to thank for it, even though you know it was his fault you were there."
"It wasn't him, dad. I know it wasn't. He was doing his job and he just-"
"Enough. I want to give this to you, Patrick. He gave it to me before the gunfight and asked me to give it to you... Just in case."
"Just in... Dad? What happened to him?"
"Last I saw, he was hurt. Badly. McCoy wouldn't tell me his name so I can't check the hospitals, but he was bleeding a lot... It didn't look good, son."
"Dad..." Patrick whispered, taking the ugly looking thing, a bat with a skull inside a heart on it and holding it close to him. "I need him to be okay. He promised me he'd be okay."
"He tried real hard to keep that promise, Patrick. He did, but he did something better than hiding to stay safe. He stood up for his friends, and he showed his loyalty. He stood up for you, for your safety. Do you know his name, Patrick?"
Patrick looked up with wet eyes, holding tight to the pendant. "No, dad. He never said who he was."
Patrick's dad only held his son close to him, wishing he could take the pain away.
You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison