Rorie O'Bannon (roriemccool) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-08-15 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | finn, garret, rorie |
Saturday July 19th, 2008
Who: Garret and Rorie, with minor Finn
What: Garret taking Rorie to Boston
Where: The school then Boston
When: Right after this.
Rating: PG-13
After speeding to Danvers from Boston, a strange sensation in his stomach adding pounds to his already heavy lead foot, Garret pulled through the gate of the school, hands gripping tight to the wheel. He couldn't figure Rorie out. It was likely he was trying too hard to do so, and therefore couldn't see it, but... how could Rorie not care that he'd spent the past 4 days screwing around with two- not just one- other people? Of course this then brought the question of why Garret had done it in the first place, but he already knew the complicated and stupid answer to that.
Coming to a stop in front of the main door to the dormitories, Rorie was easy to spot all alone. He was sitting in the grass, curled up and overdressed for the season. Immediately Garret's suspicions were aroused. He was covering himself, which meant he had something to cover. Stopping the car and climbing out, Garret was by Rorie's side in a second, kneeling next to him. "What happened?" he asked.
The whole situation was so complex and messed up his head that Rorie just clung to Garret. “Can we just go please?” He asked. Rorie just wanted to leave, to go as far as he could away from the school right then. “I just want to go,” he said. His arms hurt, his back hurt, his hips, his belly, everything was a mess and he just wanted an out. He was doing his best to keep from getting sick again. From what Finn had done and the fact the he was going to have to lie to Garret about the whole thing. He still didn’t know what he was going to say, maybe his powers got out of hand and he’d leave it at that.
He was hot and with his belly empty, the sun beating down wasn’t doing him any good. “Can we go now please?” He asked, it was almost pitiful the way he sounded. A poor abused puppy just wanting to be loved and held instead of kicked around.
From the way Rorie immediately clung to Garret, from his tone, the pathfinder knew something big had happened. He hugged the smaller man tightly, keeping him close. "What happened?" he asked softly. "Tell me, please. What's wrong?"
"Ow!" Rorie cried out, pulling back. "Stop. . . Hurts," he whimpered, unable to keep from showing pain. It was his back mainly, but his other bruises weren't exactly helping. "I. . . Me and Finn got in a fight like I said and. . ." He swallowed a moment. "It was my fault," he said. "My powers got out of hand and it just happened so fast. . ." He bit his lip remembering every second of it, knowing it wasn't his fault, but he didn't want to get Finn in trouble.
Recoiling from Rorie as though his touch had just set him on fire, Garret looked over the smaller man, worry set in every line on his face. And hearing what had gone down was only making it worse. Finn. From the very first moment Garret hadn't trusted Finn, and now he was downright furious with the guy.
But he couldn't let Rorie know that. It was his brother, and right now Rorie was scared and shaken and wouldn't be able to handle violence right now. Lloyd had talk about enough cases of abuse for Garret to know that right now he needed to be gentle, to speak softly. Rorie might go into one of his episodes, and the entire school could start floating.
"It's okay," he said soothingly, stroking his fingers through Rorie's hair. "It's okay. Let's just get you in the car, you can sit, and relax. You'll come back to Boston with me and just relax. I need to go inside and see someone, I promised I would if I was ever here. I'll be two minutes. Okay?"
“Okay,” Rorie nodded just wanting to leave. He couldn’t tell Garret, he couldn’t. Whether it would make him sick again or the other would really leave him. He wasn’t sure and he was scared and just wanted everything to stop! Slowly, he stood up on shaky legs and grabbed his pack. There was nothing else that he needed or wanted. He wasn’t worried about Finn destroying his stuff or anything like that. Rorie was more concerned about his brother coming out when Garret was gone because he changed his mind. Taking his beanie off he relieved his head of the heat that he really didn’t need, but kept his hoodie on, not wanting to draw more attention right then. With Garret’s help he got into the car, sitting in the seat sideways so his back wasn’t against the seat. Holding his pack close to him he sat and waited wanting to just get out of there as soon as possible.
Helping Rorie as gently as he could, Garret left the slim boy in the backseat of his car, locking the doors as he left just in case. He was cool and collected as he walked to the school, only stopping a fraction of a second to close his eyes and think before he was on the move again. Finding Finn was easy, now that he knew him personally.
Straightening himself up, Garret rapped on Finn's dorm room door sharply.
Finn was in his room writing, an idea came to mind after his brother left, and saved his document before closing his laptop when he heard the knock. Frowning he got up. Did Rorie come back? He could only hope, but he doubted it. Maybe it was Rez wanting to hang out a bit or who knew what. Padding over to the door in his bare feet, he opened in and scowled at the man standing there.
"What do you want?" He asked with a tired sigh, like it was such a chore to talk to him, like everything was fine.
What Garret wanted was obvious immediately. Jaw set, he pulled back a fist and punched Finn hard in the face, years of martial arts training coming back to him instinctively.
Reeling back and holding his face, Finn stumbled back and fell to the floor. "Fuuuuuck!" He cried holding his throbbing eye and looked back up at Garret. "What the fuck!?" He screamed at him.
Garret, surprisingly, wasn't one for dramatic speeches. He'd rather get right to the point. Kneeling down in front of Finn, he grabbed the man's collar, yanking him close until their faces were only a few inches apart. His normally sparkling eyes were in narrow, angry slits. "Touch him again," he said darkly, "and it will be the stupidest mistake you ever make."
Finn didn't say anything, he just stared right back. He didn't deny it, but he didn't confirm it either. "Fine," was all he said. He knew when to pick his battles and this was not one he would win. So he let Garret have it just so he could another day to let Rorie stew and wonder and come back to him.
Keeping his hard gaze on Finn a moment longer before releasing him and getting to his feet. "I'm taking him," he said. "And, since he doesn't have any car keys... not sure when he's coming back." With a satisfied smirk (and a sore hand), Garret turned on his heels and stormed off. He should've let Finn rot in that apartment in Newark.
Staying down, Finn knew better than to get back up. It wasn't like he was having these mean malicious urges to hurt Rorie, he just did it that once because things had gotten out of hand. He'd have to work harder and coax his brother back to him now. Finn could do it, he was always able to do it with Rorie. He didn't let Garret make him think otherwise.
Moving quickly through the halls, Garret was almost at a sprint by the time he got to his Mustang. Rorie was still in the back seat, curled up and pitiful looking. Climbing into the driver's seat, he turned back to look at his boy. "See, I'm back, just like I promised," he said gently. "You need anything, love?"
Rorie looked up and shook his head. "I just wanna leave now," he said softly. How could he tell Garret? He couldn't, could he? No. He was scared to take off his hoodie and show what wrong. Rorie didn't want to show Garret the bruises. It was his hips he was worried about. The others looked like he'd just been thrown around, but the ones on his hips. . . They told more than he wanted to share.
Watching Rorie a moment longer, Garret nodded. "Okay," he murmured, turning back in his seat and starting the car. This wasn't what Garret had expected when he came here. He knew Rorie had fought with Finn, but he hadn't known that it was this bad. He didn't know Finn was this bad. Well, that sadistic fuck wasn't going to touch Rorie again if he knew what was good for him.
The drive was supposed to take an hour, but with Garret's driving they were there in a little over half an hour. Rorie wasn't the only one who wanted to get away from the school, and Finn, as fast as possible. Letting the younger man lay in the back seat in quiet, Garret didn't speak until they'd gotten to the hotel. "We're here," he said quietly, turning to look back at Rorie. It made his heart hurt a little just seeing him.
Rorie was quiet on the drive to Boston. He didn't make a peep, didn't move, didn't really do anything. He looked out the back window lazily, but that was it. it wasn't until they hit the city and they got to the hotel that he actually moved. Shifting, he got out of the car with his pack clutched to his chest like it was a life preserver. His stomach kept twisting and turning against his will wanting to make him sick again, but he didn't have anything left to give up.
On shaky legs he stood from the car trying to keep his stomach from turning, but it wasn't working. Thankfully he didn't retch or dry heave at least. There was a small bit going for him there.
As Rorie got out of the car, Garret did not let him take one step toward the hotel before he pulled the younger man into an embrace, being gentle so as not to hurt him again. His chin rested against Rorie's right temple. He pressed a small kiss to the boy's forehead. "You okay?" he murmured.
Standing there letting Garret hold him he shook his head slightly. "No," he said softly. "I'm not okay." The tears had dried up and he was just wanting to lay down, his head starting to throb a little from doing so good at holding his powers back and not blasting his brother away from him, though Garret probably would have applauded him. "I just want to lay down for a bit please."
He wished that Rorie would talk to him, because he was really upset and it seemed like something a lot more than just a simple brotherly fight had gone on, but he didn't push. Finn had really hurt Rorie, and after being terrified he'd never see him again, spending five years missing him just to have Finn act like this, surely it was breaking his heart.
Taking Rorie's hand in his (and wincing a little, because it still hurt from punching Finn), Garret brought his boy upstairs to the penthouse. The rose petals were long gone, but in their place was strewn clothing, a naked tattooed woman with bright pink hair laying on the couch, and an enormous black hound curled up with her. Garret nodded a greeting to them, not bothering with introduction or conversation, and took Rorie into the bedroom. He shut the door behind them, then went up behind Rorie and started lifting the boy's sweatshirt up gently.
Unsure of whether or not Rorie would tell Garret what had happened right before Garret got there, he was thinking Finn right. If he knew then he would probably throw him out, disgusted with him. Not wanting to take that chance he kept it to himself just to be on the safe side.
Following Garret, grasping his hand gently, he remembered the way and wasn't surprised to find the petals gone and cleaned up. What he didn't think he'd see was the naked woman and the beast. Keeping his head down and eyes averted, just because he was like that, he followed Garret to the bedroom. He put down his bag and jumped slightly when Garret started to lift his sweatshirt. "No," he said pulling away. "Please don't make me show you," he said looking at him. It was embarrassing and scary. The bruises were ugly and the disgusting cuts on his back didn't make it any better. The one thing Finn had done right was make sure they were cleaned and healing. Unfortunately that was it.
Rorie's reaction was exactly what Garret had expected, and because of this the burning dislike for Finn was becoming a deep, searing hatred. How could Finn hurt someone like Rorie, someone so innocent and sweet and kind. How could he do this to his own brother?
Turning Rorie to face him, Garret lifted the boy's chin to meet his eyes, Garret's crystal blue gaze refused to let Rorie's gaze be downcast. "Then I won't look," he told him simply, hands once again slowly lifting his shirt. He would look in his eyes, just at his eyes, nowhere else. This felt important, though. He needed to strip away what Rorie was wearing to cover what Finn had done to him, to make the boy feel comfortable again, to make him feel safe. Garret wanted him to feel safe with him, make him feel like nothing would ever hurt him while Garret was there.
Swallowing, Rorie unzipped his hoodie letting Garret push it off then pull his long sleeved shirt off. Standing there half naked with the dark bruises on his arms and back showing, Rorie chewed on his lip as he looked at Garret, keeping eye contact. They were near perfect prints of hands, one on his bicep the other around his forearm while right between his shoulder blades were multiple 'v' shaped cuts where Finn had shoved Rorie into the corner of the dresser.
"I don't have to go back, do I?" He asked softly, wondering if he would have to before school or not. He didn't want to be alone at school with Finn. There was Tiger, but he was back and forth between school and home so he wouldn't always be there as a buffer.
As he'd promised, Garret kept his gaze locked into Rorie's eyes, slowly stripping off his clothing. His peripheral vision caught glimpses of bruising, but he didn't let his eyes stray. Rorie needed to trust him, and he didn't want to let him down.
Lifting his hand, his thumb brushed over the dried blood on Rorie's mouth, touching it gingerly. "No, baby," he murmured, shaking his head. "You don't have to go back. You can stay here as long as you want to."
"It was worse than what I said," Rorie said looking away, embarrassed and ashamed. "I didn't know he was like that. We were just yelling at each other then he. . . He was hurting me and it wasn't Finn anymore," he explained. "It wasn't him and afterwards he took care of me. He made sure that I was okay and healing."
"Then. . . He caught me packing and I told him you were coming to pick me up. . ." He said, he was going to leave out the kissing and the touching, still too scared to let Garret know. "He cornered me and pushed me against the wall hard and it was happening all over again. That's not my brother Garret," he said looking back at him. "Finn would never do that to me, I know he wouldn't."
It was hard as fucking hell to keep his temper even, especially since Garret was not an even-tempered guy. He wanted to drive back to Danvers and beat the shit out of Finn, hit him until he bled to death. He didn't care if Finn had never acted like that before, it was no fucking excuse.
"Okay," he said softly, pulling Rorie close. He didn't want the younger man to see his face, to see the struggle for calmness playing out in his eyes. "Alright. Just be calm, okay? It's alright. You're here, you're safe... it'll be okay."
"Kay," Rorie said softly, wrapping his arms around Garret's middle slightly as his arms were too sore to really hug him. Burying his face in the other's neck he stood there quietly, just needing that security that he was there and he was safe and nothing would happen to him. "I. . ." He started, but stopped. His back would have to be cleaned again, though he was sure that Finn had kept cleaning it to make sure it didn't heal to quick. It hurt and he was sure that it was still swollen, at least it felt like it.
"I need you to look at my back," Rorie said, defeated. He didn't want Garret to see, but he'd have to show the older man. Finn had given him aspirin for the pain, but it didn't help the bruising if made it worse, maybe a reminder to behave or something. Rorie wasn't sure and just wanted to stop hurting.
Patiently, with unnatural patience, Garret waited for Rorie to speak. He didn't want to push, even though he totally wanted to push. He wanted Rorie to tell him everything, he knew he was holding back. But patience, patience. It would probably be rewarded.
Nodding at the request, Garret steeled himself for the worst possible scenario, and he wasn't far off. Rorie's back looked awful. It looked like someone had practically stabbed him in the back. "Oh shit, Rorie!" he cried out, forgetting that he was supposed to be keeping calm. Kneeling behind the boy, he ran a few light fingers over the marks. "Why didn't you see a healer?"
Biting his lip, he was quiet as Garret looked over his back. Suddenly reminded of his split lip, he turned to sucking on it slightly. "I. . . I didn't want anyone to know and Finn wouldn't let me," he said in a simple explanation. Finn was the one taking care of him. Coming in every day and checking his bruises and back.
Rorie didn't fight him either, he was too scared. He had all that power and he was scared to use it against his brother. The fact that he could hurt him overwhelmed his need to be safe. Rorie hadn't wanted to lose Finn, he was willing to take what Finn was going to deal out if he could keep him. Even if he was scared of him. "I don't want to lose him so I did what he told me," he said softly.
This was so, so bad. So fucking bad. He couldn't believe that Rorie had put up with this, even from his brother. Garret knew he had to do something. "I'm calling the school," he said, getting to his feet and pulling his phone from his pocket. "I'm getting you a healer and I'm telling them they need to keep that sick fuck away from you."
"No!" Rorie cried turning around panicked. "No Garret, please"! He said looking at him wide eyed. "I don't want anyone to know and I don't want to lose him again," he said grabbing the hand with the phone in it. "Please, I. . . I don't want to lose him. I can talk it out with him, when school starts we'll both be busy with school work you won't have to worry about it," he said trying to defend his brother. "Please Garret, please?" Rorie looked about like he was going to break down again. Torn between his own safety and keeping Finn, he threw himself to the wind just wanting his brother.
Garret stood there a moment, shoulders slumped. The look on Rorie's face was just... what could he do? The boy looked terrified about losing his brother, looked so lost and hurt, like his memory was totally wiped clean despite the bruises still fresh on his body. "Rorie," he said softly, but firmly, "he's abusing you. This is abuse. I know he's your brother and you missed him, but... you can't put up with this, it isn't right. Look at yourself! You've been battered around, this is so much worse than just some sibling quarrel. You should've been taken to a doctor for this." He ran a hand over his face, phone still gripped in the other hand.
"He didn't mean it, he was just angry because we were fighting," Rorie said suddenly finding himself giving Finn excuses and defending him even though earlier he had begged for Garret to get him away. "He didn't do it on purpose, I just pushed him too far is all. I shouldn't have and I did. I did it earlier when he came in. The whole situation was wrong and I threw it in his face!" He said, though the events were just all fuzzy now, the only clear thing he could remember was what had happened when Finn cornered him. That kiss, the feeling of his hands on him, Finn pressing his arousal against his leg. It was wrong, but. . . He couldn't lose Finn, not after so long. "He was taking care of me as best he could. Finn would have gotten in trouble if we'd have gone to a healer and I didn't want him to get all the blame when it was my fault too."
This was unbelievable. Garret stared at Rorie, dumbstruck. "Jesus Christ, do you hear yourself?" he snapped. "How can you be defending him! Rorie, you-" Cutting off his words, Garret looked toward the door, then lowered his voice. He didn't want Malakai and Cherry involved in this. "You have bruises all over you, you were in tears when I came to get you. You said yourself that he was controlling you and you didn't even recognize him anymore, how... how could you look me in the face right now and tell me that he didn't mean it, that it's your fault?!?"
"I don't want to lose him again," Rorie said softly looking at him. "I know it's bad now, but. . ." He said unable to really get his head around it. He wanted his brother safe and sound and back to normal, not this. . . This impersonator. "I'm scared. Of him, of losing him, of. . . What he'll do when we're alone again," he said letting it out that there was a bit more going on than just him getting slammed around. "Something's wrong with him and I want him to get help, but I don't want him taken away again Garret. I just want him back to normal and not. . . This anymore."
"Something's wrong with him, all right," Garret agreed shortly. He knew from minute one that something was really wrong with Finn. He was a fucking dick. Still... Rorie loved his brother. And Finn clearly needed help, of the mental variety. Maybe of the ass kicking variety.
"I don't want you going near him," Garret said after a moment. "We can figure out what to do tomorrow, ok? Maybe we can... get him treatment, I'll have Lloyd talk to him, or something."
Rorie nodded, wrapping his arms around himself, feeling horrible even more than he already did. The bruises on his hips were starting to darken now, just a little over an hour old with scratches as well, looking like someone had tried to maybe pull his pants lower or off completely, going below the waist of his underwear that shower slightly.
"Who's Lloyd?" He asked, anything to keep the subject moving further away from Finn and him. Rorie had a feeling he was going to end up with ulcers by the end of this from the way things were starting to turn out.
Lloyd was Garret's ex, the one he'd almost married, the one he was still pretty much in love with. "He's a psychologist," he said dismissively. Now that Rorie was standing there, Garret did look over his body, noticed the bruises all over him, noticed the odd location of them, how violent and painful they looked. He couldn't let Rorie near Finn ever again. Actually, he had half a mind to report Finn to the cops and put the fucker behind bars. He'd need to convince Rorie though, and that wouldn't be an easy task. It would have to wait until tomorrow.
"Let's not think about right now," he said gently, hands reaching up as he started unbuttoning his own shirt. "You look exhausted, you need to get some sleep." Pulling his shirt off, he stepped toward Rorie and wrapped the fabric around the young man's shoulders. He always felt comforted wearing his lover's shirts, even the females, and he hoped this would help Rorie feel a little less shaken.
"Okay," Rorie said softly, feeling the day catching up to him. He had to be careful how he slept because of his bruises and back. "My head's starting to hurt, so I should lay down," he nodded, his eyes red and puffy, but also had dark circles were starting to form under his eyes from the lack of sleep.
Looking up when he saw Garret taking his shirt off, he tensed slightly, thinking the other was going to want to sleep with him. Though he relaxed immediately when he felt the shirt around him. Carefully, he moved his skinny arms through the larger sleeves feeling calmer and better slightly. "Thank you," he said softly, stepping forward and pressing himself gently against Garret in a hug of sorts, wanting to just be close for a moment.
While Garret's libido was practically insatiable, he knew that now was not the time for it. He was a little too scared to even touch Rorie for fear of breaking him. Wrapping his arms loosely around the young man, Garret kissed his forehead, sighing a little. He looked so small, smaller now wearing his shirt. "Let's put you to bed," he murmured, guiding Rorie to the bed and letting him lay down carefully. When he was comfortable, Garret slowly crawled up beside him, resting a hand carefully on Rorie's shoulder.
It was the small things, the loose arms around him, the kiss on the forehead, Garret laying with him. It was making things better and more normal again. He was glad he wouldn't have to leave and go back to school to be alone with Finn. Getting into bed, he laid on his belly and curled his arms up to him carefully. Laying his head on his pillow he already felt drowsy. "Please don't leave me," he said quietly looking up Garret with his glasses off and on the nightstand. He knew his back and neck would ache after a while, but it was the only way he could sleep without hurting himself further. His jeans stayed on, if not just unbuttoned and his shoes were already off and to the side with his pack.
Stroking Rorie's hair, Garret watched the boy's face, looked over his sleepy eyes, the dark circles beneath them. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered. "I promise." He meant right now, in this moment, he meant forever. He wasn't going to leave Rorie. "I love you, baby. I love you so, so much."
"I love you too mia dolci." Rorie murmured, moving closer to the older man, feeling safe and good and normal and everything he ever wanted to be right then. There really wasn't a language on earth that could say how much he loved Garret. It was overwhelming and scary, but he was dealing with it. Right then he only had the other and he was fine with that. Slowing down and staying still made it hard to stay awake. Eyes fluttering shut, his breathing started to even out as he fell asleep next to Garret getting some rest for the first time that week.