Hercules Mulligan stormed out of his apartment. His two roommates, John and Alex, were being obnoxious. How am I supposed to work on my project when they won't stop bugging me? The worst thing is, they're doing it on purpose. Alex said that it's what I get for procrastinating. That's stupid, I work better at the last minute. When I'm pressured, I actually get my work done, believe it or not. That's it- I'm done with my project for today, I've done enough learning! It's due in three days, I think I'll be okay. What the hell- this walk i'm taking is supposed to clear my mind, yet I keep thinking about my stupid "History of King's College" report.

Hercules was in a dangerous part of town. He knew he should turn back, but he heard someone scream. He turned around to see an alley behind him. Should I go in the alley? No, of course not. That's dangerous, your in downtown. There are gangs here, backing yourself into an alley is about the stupidest thing you could do here. Hercules heard the scream again. Is someone in danger? If someone is, I'm obliged to help this person, aren't I? No. The safe thing to do is to turn back. Everything inside him was telling him to go- but his curiosity got the better of him.

As he began to walk towards the alley, his mind was swimming with worse case scenarios. Don't do it. Leave while you can. If someone's in danger, you could be too. Hercules clenched his fist. Am I seriously scared of an ALLEY? I'll just go down the alley to see if that person's okay, if it's dangerous you can turn back..

Hercules walked down the dark alley. He stopped when he saw the sight. There was a man, looking about the same age as Hercules, dark skinned with black hair in the most perfect bun Hercules has ever seen. The man was backed into the corner of an alley by a gang. He watched as a gang member launched his fist into young man's shoulder, sending him to the floor. Another gang member stepped on his chest, unabling the man from getting up. Hercules could swear his heart temporarily stopped when each member of the gang pulled out a gun and pointed them all at the man on the floor. The young man looked at the gang with scared eyes, to Hercules he looked like a downtrodden puppy. Well- a cute, downtrodden puppy, to be precise.

"...W-What d-do y-you.. w-want?", he asked in a thick French accent, "...I- d-don't h-have a-anything.."

Hercules was frozen in fear for the Frenchman on the ground. Oh my god. They're going to shoot him. I have to do something- but what? I'm outgunned, outmanned... outnumbered and outplanned- in fact, I don't even have a plan!

"Give us your money.", ordered a gang member, with his finger on the trigger.

"...I d-don't h-have any..", whimpered the Frenchman.

The gang leader ordered the other men to search through his pockets for money, but the Frenchman wasn't lying, they found none.

"Well if there's nothing you can give us-", snarled another gang member, about to pull his trigger.

"NO!", screamed the Frenchman, bracing for impact.

"Wait.", commanded the gang member, stepping forward towards the Frenchman, signaling the other men to lower their guns and step back. The Frenchman scrambled up, but two other men held him back so he couldn't run.

"I'm sure there's something he could do for us.", whispered the gang leader. He put both of his hands on the Frenchman's waist, his face very close to the Frenchman's, "So you're French, hmm? I like the French ones, they're super sexy, don't you agree? How'd you like to come to my place, hun?"

"…D-Don't.. t-touch me..", stuttered the scared Frenchman.

"Aww, don't be like that.", smirked the gang leader, he bent down to the shorter Frenchman's ear level, "We'll have fun, I promise, what'd you say?", he whispered.

"N-No.. g-get a-away from me.."

"Well if we aren't going to do this the easy way, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way. Restrain him.", ordered the leader.

Quickly, a gang member swept the Frenchman under his feet, and he fell to the floor with a grunt, "N-No.. l-leave m-me.. a-alone..", pleaded the Frenchman. The gang ignored him, and Herc watched with wide eyes as the leader of the gang pointed a gun at the Frenchman's neck, "Come with me, or else.", he snarled.

Hercules' hands morphed into fists. No. I won't let them do this to him. I don't know who this hot Frenchman is, but he doesn't deserve this. I have to do something. I can't just stand here I have to- I have to say something. "NO- WAIT.. LEAVE HIM ALONE!", shouted Hercules. Everyone's eyes went to him, making Hercules regret his action.

The gang leader approached Hercules. His dark, mean eyes glared at Hercules, making him feel very uncomfortable. The intimating man stood right in front him, standing a good two feet taller than Hercules, "Awww.. look who's standing up for his boyfriend."

Hercules could feel anger boiling inside him. Anger because of what they were doing to this Frenchman, someone who's done absolutely nothing to them. How they were beating him- when he was defenseless. How he didn't deserve anything that they were doing to him.

"J-JUST.. LEAVE HIM ALONE..", shouted Hercules

The gang leader raised an eyebrow, "Or else what?"

I- I'll...", Hercules stuttered. He looked at all of the gang. Each one of them had guns. Hercules had nothing to defend himself. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. He punched in 911, hovering his finger over the call button, "L-LEAVE HIM ALONE.. OR- OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE TO COME ARREST Y'ALL.. I-I WILL DO IT.. I HAVE MY PHONE RIGHT HERE.."

The gang members all looked at each other. The police were hot on their trail earlier, and if Hercules called the police, they would be easily caught.

The gang leader, using the gun in his hand, struck the Frenchman as hard as he could in the head before motioning everyone to leave. Hercules bent down before the young Frenchman, badly bruised at his shoulder and head. Tears formed in Hercules' eyes from the injustice.

Hercules crumbled when he saw tears streaming down the Frenchman's face. He took a deep breath, "H-Hey.. You okay?"

The Frenchman slowly nodded. Once his vision cleared, he saw a worried, muscular man in front of him. He tried to get up, but he was too sore from being beaten. Hercules offered his hand to the Frenchman, and he gratefully took it.

"...Th-Thank you..", whispered the Frenchman, "Th-They.. t-they we're gonna kill m-me..", he shivered.

"It was nothing.. are you badly hurt?"

"I'll be okay..", the Frenchman whispered, he rubbed his injured head and winced when he saw the blood on his fingers, "Is.. Is my head bleeding?"

Hercules gently placed his hand on the Frenchman's shoulder, examining the wound, "A little bit.. don't worry, it's not that bad.."

"...I- I cannot thank you enough, m-mon ami..", whimpered the Frenchman, looking towards the floor, "...J-Je m'appelle L-Lafayette.. b-but you can c-call me Laf."

Hercules smiled at Lafayette, "Hercules Mulligan.. but you can call me Herc, if you want."

Lafayette nodded, "...Y-You're lucky your name isn't as worser as mine is.."

"Nonsense, I think your name is quite unique, Laf.", smiled Hercules, "Oh- and I don't want to correct you.. but I think you meant bad not worser.."

Lafayette's face flushed red from embarrassment, "...M-My apologies.. I just m-moved h-here from France earlier today... I- I'm still learning English as I go.."

"No--No, it's okay. Really, don't be sorry. I'm so sorry I corrected you. What brings you to America, Laf?"

Lafayette never told anyone about his past, but for some reason he trusted Hercules, "I- I had to get out..", whispered Laf. He lifted his head, revealing the tears streaming on his face, "M-My dad died.. when I was two. He was in the French military..", Laf wiped his tears and continued, "M-My mom has been so depressed since he died.. so she decided to remarry. She married this horrible, horrible man. He was- he was just evil. But she was so happy with him- and she hasn't been happy for a really long time. I gave them my blessing for them to marry... a few years later, my mom passed, leaving me with my stepdad-"

"Oh- Oh Laf, i'm so sorry.. you don't have to continue-", whimpered Hercules.

"...N-No.. it's okay. I just- um.", Lafayette's tears burned in his eyes, "He.. He's just an awful man.. he'd beat me everyday.. I still have marks from his belt buckle he'd whip me with... he'd call me- how you say- a creole b-bastard.. complaining how he was legally stuck with me.. I j-just.. had to get away...", Lafayette looked down, "...B-But I.. I g-guess America's n-not that b-better.."

Hercules was in shock. Who would hut someone so precious? He doesn't deserve any of this! Hercules wiped the tears falling down his cheek, "C-Can.. Can I walk you home..?"

Lafayette then hugged Hercules tight, and began to uncontrollably sob into his shoulder. Hercules hugged him back, knowing how scary the position he was just put in was. He needs time to heal.. mentally and physically.

"I- I..", shivered the Frenchman, "Y-You.. c-can't.."

"Why not? It's no trouble- really. I have nothing else to do, where do you live?"

"I-I.. I.."

"Laf? What's wrong? Talk to me, okay?"

"...I-I applied for King's college... b-before I moved here.. t-they gave me a full scholarship, to my surprise. And-"

"Oh, so you live in a dorm, I assume? Com'on, I'll walk you there.", smiled Hercules.

"N-No... y-you can't. You see, when I got to m-my dorm I met one of my roommates.. He told me I had to pay him 50 dollars to c-come in... since it was originally h-his dorm I was ..g-going to share with.. so I h-handed him the money. He s-said that I counted wrong, and the money I g-gave him.. wasn't enough..", choked Lafayette, "S-So he took my wallet... t-then he said he didn't want m-me to live with h-him.. because French are "snobbish", whatever that means, and h-he kicked m-me out..", Lafayette let go of Hercules and cried in his hands, "I-I have.. n-nowhere to g-go.. I c-came downtown.. l-looking for a b-bench to sleep on.. and I-"

Hercules began to cry. How the hell could someone do this to him? He just got to America after being badly beaten- hoping for a new start. He gets robbed of his money from some bastard, gets kicked out of his OWN dorm. He goes downtown hoping he could find a bench to sleep on! He gets cornered by a gang in an alley.. and if I didn't stand up for him, he'd either be raped or killed! I really want- no- need to take this beautiful man under my wing.. and possibly get together with him. No, snap out of it Hercules Mulligan! Check one box at a time. This young man needs help!

L-Laf.. you can stay with me- well, me and my two roommates. I can't just let you sleep on a bench or something!", offered Herc.

"N-No.. I- I don't want to intrude.. I a-already owe y-you.. for s-saving me.."

"No, you wouldn't be intruding at all. Stay with us, we have an extra room, I insist!"

Lafayette wiped the tears rapidly falling from his face, "...A-Are you s-sure it is no bother?"

"Of course not!", smiled Hercules, "And we'll get you a bandage for your head and shoulder, m'kay?"

Laf didn't want to admit how scared he was. This man he's talking to is practically a stranger! And now he's going to live with him. Laf was a bit skeptical, but Hercules did save his life, so why not give him a shot, "Oui, let's go."

Hey, I hope you enjoyed. Poor Laf, why am I doing this to him? He doesn't deserve this at all! This isn't a one-shot. I plan to make it a multi-chapter fic, so if your interested I suggest you follow so you don't miss an update. Cya next chapter!