"Nighttime Threats" ~ ch. 2
Title: Nighttime Threats
Author: rose_melody2
Fandom: 21 Jump Street
Pairing: Tom/Doug
Rating: NC-17 overall, varies by chapter
Warnings: Non-con, angst
Disclaimer: 21 Jump Street does not belong to me and I make no profit.
Summary: After a drug bust gone wrong, how will Tom and Doug’s relationship suffer, and will they get through it without everything falling apart?
Chapter 1
He could feel light flashing through his vision, but he couldn’t find the energy to open his eyes. He was completely drained; his entire body was aching.
“Tom? Are you awake?” someone said.
Where was he? Panic suddenly flooded through him, and he quickly pulled away from the hand that was touching his hair.
“No…” he called out quietly.
“Tom, it’s okay,” the voice said gently, and Tom opened his eyes, waiting until everything came into focus before he settled his eyes on Doug.
“You’re okay, thank God you’re okay!” the older cop exclaimed, leaning forward and running his hands through Tom’s hair.
Fear seized Tom; he jerked away from the other man and tried to get out of the bed, to run away because he knew he would be hurt again.
“Don’t touch me!” he yelled, uselessly trying to get away.
“Relax, it’s me,” Doug said, gently pushing him back into the pillows. Tom’s breathing slowed gradually and he closed his eyes for a few moments before he finally looked up and recognized his partner. Doug anxiously looked back at him and whispered, “Tommy?”
Suddenly, tears spilled out of Tom’s eyes and he began crying and sobbing. He tried to turn his face away from Doug, but Doug sat at the edge of the bed and pulled Tom up, taking him into his arms.
“Oh, Doug…” he sobbed quietly, falling limp against his chest.
“Shh, you’ll be okay,” his lover promised, pulling him even closer.
Tom shamefully continued sobbing; Doug’s heart began hurting when he heard the soft, wracking noises that came out of his mouth.
After a minute or two, Tom pulled away and lay back against the pillows, still feeling exhausted. He closed his eyes, hating himself for being so afraid. He felt the other cop’s hand gently slide into his, and he gave a weak smile, trying to reassure himself as much as Doug.
“The doctors scheduled a medical exam for you after you woke up,” Doug told him.
Tom looked over at him nervously. “What are they gonna do?”
“I guess they’ll just check for more bruises or broken bones, stuff like that…”
The smaller cop frowned, feeling uneasy. He had always hated other people poking and prodding at him, and the fact that this medical exam would deal with his rape would make things worse.
“You alright?” Doug whispered to him.
Absently, Tom nodded, but then a thought struck him. “Did they catch them?”
His partner sighed. “They got ‘em, but Jackson managed to get an alibi for that night, so it’ll be tough.”
Tom swallowed, turning his eyes to the ceiling. “He’s the one that did it.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll give my testimony in court,” Doug said. “We’ll get him.”
The younger cop sighed, then stared back at the ceiling. He took a shuddery breath and blinked away new tears that formed in his eyes, looking ashamed.
Doug leant forward and stroked his lover’s hair, murmuring, “You’re alright, Tommy. I’m here with you, okay?”
“It’s just - I was so scared, I couldn’t even move,” Tom said, his voice cracking slightly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been that afraid in my life, just knowing that they were in control of me and that I couldn’t do anything…”
“I know it must have been horrible. I don’t blame you for being afraid of them. But you got through the hardest part,” Doug tried to reassure him.
They were interrupted by a knock at the door; it opened, and Fuller, Judy, and Harry walked in, all looking relieved to see that Tom was awake.
Fuller merely nodded to him to show that everything was alright, but Judy sat on the other chair by Tom’s bed and gently took his hand, looking into his eyes understandingly. He looked back at her, finally knowing everything she had gone through.
“I’m sorry I blew the case,” he said quietly.
“That’s the last thing on our minds, Hanson,” Fuller told him strictly. “We’ll get those guys one way or another.”
Tom nodded, becoming uncomfortable with how everyone seemed to be giving him pitying glances. He looked away from them all, trying to make sure the white sheets covered as much of him as possible. He swallowed against the sudden bout of tears that threatened to crest over him.
“Um,” he said quietly, “Not to sound rude, but I’m really tired and -“
“Don’t worry, Tom,” Judy said immediately, getting up. “We just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Thanks.” He managed a small smile.
His friends made their way out of the room and after they closed the door, Tom curled up on his side, wrapping his arms around his legs after drawing them up to his chest, as if to protect himself.
Doug’s heart thudded painfully in his chest as he studied his lover. Tom’s eyes, which were usually bright, shining, brown orbs, were downcast now, refusing to meet his gaze. They were still that lovely shade of brown, but they held a pain and fear in them that betrayed his relaxed expression.
As if Tom had been reading Doug’s thoughts, he murmured, “Don’t worry about me, you’ll make yourself sick…”
That almost brought a smile to Doug’s lips. Good ol’ Tom Hanson - always thinking of others, never mind the fact that it was he who was lying in the hospital bed.
The older officer reached out and grasped Tom’s hand, leaning forward and placing a kiss on each finger before murmuring, “I love you, baby.”
Another knock at the door interrupted them. A doctor and nurse came in, both holding clipboards. They looked at Tom, who immediately sat up in bed.
“Mr. Hanson? It’s time for your medical exam,” the doctor said.
“Can’t you let him rest? He’s exhausted,” Doug said imploringly.
The nurse shook her head. “I’m sorry, but we need to collect evidence while it’s still there.”
Sighing, Tom slowly swung his legs out of bed and into the slippers he found waiting for him. He looked up at the nurse when she pushed a wheelchair towards him.
“I can walk on my own,” he said defensively.
They made their way out of the room, with Doug’s arm gently wrapped around Tom’s waist after noticing that he was limping. A dull ache started in Tom’s lower back and thighs, and he gasped out, “Ow,” being careful not to let anybody hear him.
They reached the examination room, at which point Doug asked, “Do you want me to go in with you?”
Tom shook his head, ashamed. “I’ll be fine on my own.”
His lover nodded. “Okay. I’ll be in the waiting room.”
After Tom also nodded his head, Doug let the nurse lead him into the room, his last glimpse being Tom’s shaking hands before the door shut in front of him.
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Author: rose_melody2
Fandom: 21 Jump Street
Pairing: Tom/Doug
Rating: NC-17 overall, varies by chapter
Warnings: Non-con, angst
Disclaimer: 21 Jump Street does not belong to me and I make no profit.
Summary: After a drug bust gone wrong, how will Tom and Doug’s relationship suffer, and will they get through it without everything falling apart?
Chapter 1
He could feel light flashing through his vision, but he couldn’t find the energy to open his eyes. He was completely drained; his entire body was aching.
“Tom? Are you awake?” someone said.
Where was he? Panic suddenly flooded through him, and he quickly pulled away from the hand that was touching his hair.
“No…” he called out quietly.
“Tom, it’s okay,” the voice said gently, and Tom opened his eyes, waiting until everything came into focus before he settled his eyes on Doug.
“You’re okay, thank God you’re okay!” the older cop exclaimed, leaning forward and running his hands through Tom’s hair.
Fear seized Tom; he jerked away from the other man and tried to get out of the bed, to run away because he knew he would be hurt again.
“Don’t touch me!” he yelled, uselessly trying to get away.
“Relax, it’s me,” Doug said, gently pushing him back into the pillows. Tom’s breathing slowed gradually and he closed his eyes for a few moments before he finally looked up and recognized his partner. Doug anxiously looked back at him and whispered, “Tommy?”
Suddenly, tears spilled out of Tom’s eyes and he began crying and sobbing. He tried to turn his face away from Doug, but Doug sat at the edge of the bed and pulled Tom up, taking him into his arms.
“Oh, Doug…” he sobbed quietly, falling limp against his chest.
“Shh, you’ll be okay,” his lover promised, pulling him even closer.
Tom shamefully continued sobbing; Doug’s heart began hurting when he heard the soft, wracking noises that came out of his mouth.
After a minute or two, Tom pulled away and lay back against the pillows, still feeling exhausted. He closed his eyes, hating himself for being so afraid. He felt the other cop’s hand gently slide into his, and he gave a weak smile, trying to reassure himself as much as Doug.
“The doctors scheduled a medical exam for you after you woke up,” Doug told him.
Tom looked over at him nervously. “What are they gonna do?”
“I guess they’ll just check for more bruises or broken bones, stuff like that…”
The smaller cop frowned, feeling uneasy. He had always hated other people poking and prodding at him, and the fact that this medical exam would deal with his rape would make things worse.
“You alright?” Doug whispered to him.
Absently, Tom nodded, but then a thought struck him. “Did they catch them?”
His partner sighed. “They got ‘em, but Jackson managed to get an alibi for that night, so it’ll be tough.”
Tom swallowed, turning his eyes to the ceiling. “He’s the one that did it.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll give my testimony in court,” Doug said. “We’ll get him.”
The younger cop sighed, then stared back at the ceiling. He took a shuddery breath and blinked away new tears that formed in his eyes, looking ashamed.
Doug leant forward and stroked his lover’s hair, murmuring, “You’re alright, Tommy. I’m here with you, okay?”
“It’s just - I was so scared, I couldn’t even move,” Tom said, his voice cracking slightly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been that afraid in my life, just knowing that they were in control of me and that I couldn’t do anything…”
“I know it must have been horrible. I don’t blame you for being afraid of them. But you got through the hardest part,” Doug tried to reassure him.
They were interrupted by a knock at the door; it opened, and Fuller, Judy, and Harry walked in, all looking relieved to see that Tom was awake.
Fuller merely nodded to him to show that everything was alright, but Judy sat on the other chair by Tom’s bed and gently took his hand, looking into his eyes understandingly. He looked back at her, finally knowing everything she had gone through.
“I’m sorry I blew the case,” he said quietly.
“That’s the last thing on our minds, Hanson,” Fuller told him strictly. “We’ll get those guys one way or another.”
Tom nodded, becoming uncomfortable with how everyone seemed to be giving him pitying glances. He looked away from them all, trying to make sure the white sheets covered as much of him as possible. He swallowed against the sudden bout of tears that threatened to crest over him.
“Um,” he said quietly, “Not to sound rude, but I’m really tired and -“
“Don’t worry, Tom,” Judy said immediately, getting up. “We just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Thanks.” He managed a small smile.
His friends made their way out of the room and after they closed the door, Tom curled up on his side, wrapping his arms around his legs after drawing them up to his chest, as if to protect himself.
Doug’s heart thudded painfully in his chest as he studied his lover. Tom’s eyes, which were usually bright, shining, brown orbs, were downcast now, refusing to meet his gaze. They were still that lovely shade of brown, but they held a pain and fear in them that betrayed his relaxed expression.
As if Tom had been reading Doug’s thoughts, he murmured, “Don’t worry about me, you’ll make yourself sick…”
That almost brought a smile to Doug’s lips. Good ol’ Tom Hanson - always thinking of others, never mind the fact that it was he who was lying in the hospital bed.
The older officer reached out and grasped Tom’s hand, leaning forward and placing a kiss on each finger before murmuring, “I love you, baby.”
Another knock at the door interrupted them. A doctor and nurse came in, both holding clipboards. They looked at Tom, who immediately sat up in bed.
“Mr. Hanson? It’s time for your medical exam,” the doctor said.
“Can’t you let him rest? He’s exhausted,” Doug said imploringly.
The nurse shook her head. “I’m sorry, but we need to collect evidence while it’s still there.”
Sighing, Tom slowly swung his legs out of bed and into the slippers he found waiting for him. He looked up at the nurse when she pushed a wheelchair towards him.
“I can walk on my own,” he said defensively.
They made their way out of the room, with Doug’s arm gently wrapped around Tom’s waist after noticing that he was limping. A dull ache started in Tom’s lower back and thighs, and he gasped out, “Ow,” being careful not to let anybody hear him.
They reached the examination room, at which point Doug asked, “Do you want me to go in with you?”
Tom shook his head, ashamed. “I’ll be fine on my own.”
His lover nodded. “Okay. I’ll be in the waiting room.”
After Tom also nodded his head, Doug let the nurse lead him into the room, his last glimpse being Tom’s shaking hands before the door shut in front of him.
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