AARON & JACKSON

-How To Save A Life-

"Lost Soul"

Aaron hasn't met Jackson – yet!

This fic is rated M for the topic involved in this story. Just a short chapter to kick it off

-June 2011-

Aaron grinned at his open suit case on the floor by his bed, he was going on holiday with Adam to Ibiza in a few days and seeing the lashing down rain outside his window it made him feel smug that he was going abroad and all those mugs in the village weren't.

He did have to work though, unfortunately, in the pissing down rain but it was his last day. Cain had oh so kindly gave him the day before he travelled off just to sort out things. But Aaron knew it was only cause he didn't want him around the place any longer than he needed to be but he didn't care what his uncle thought of him, he knew he despised him and he really couldn't give a stuff, Aaron also knew he was only letting him keep his job at the garage because of Chas' pleas. He smirked; he had her wrapped around his little finger.

When he looked back out at the pouring rain he groaned and headed out to work, stepping over bottles, takeaway boxes, crushed empty cans of lager and clothes on his way out; all was not well in Smithy cottage.

…

Aaron sauntered up the forecourt to the garage and when Cain had caught sight of him he rolled his eyes. "Jesus look at the state of you"

Aaron chuckled. "Party last night wasn't it?"

Cain looked at him disapprovingly and he scrunched up his nose "And you stink too" something which Aaron chose to ignore. "Late one I gather, having any lad you could get I imagine"

"More than one, you know me so well" Aaron told him with a very proud of himself expression plastered on his face, but his uncle again looked disgusted.

"Dirty rat" Cain told him with the shake of his head and it was meant seriously.

Aaron frowned and looked around and saw a young scrawny nervous looking lad, he shot a look at Cain. "Who's he?" and upon Aaron's snappy tone the young lad shied away and put his head down and continued working.

"Well if you turned in yesterday you'd know he's the new starter, he's good with cars, his dads a mate and he owns a garage in town but can't take him on cause he's got enough staff, anyway leave him alone, he's a good lad, punctual and a lot better than you"

"Pfft right, okay" Aaron said as he rolled his eyes.

"Ey! Don't get smart with me lad!" Cain growled.

"Right, fine…I'll get to work, you need to calm down you" Aaron said with a smirk as he got to work.

A few minutes later Cain walked over to him Aaron he had to go on an errand and he was to watch Tom, the new lad.

"So I'm a babysitter now am I?"

Cain scoffed. "I wouldn't leave you looking after a kid if you were the other only man alive" he told him sharply as he walked off.

Aaron didn't care though and he simply smiled but his smile faded when Tom quietly spoke. "What?" he snapped.

"C-Can you help me with this please? My dad showed me once but I-I can't remember" he explained with his eyes downcast.

Aaron scowled. "How old are you? You look about ten"

"I'm sixteen"

"Sixteen" Aaron repeated as he leaned down and as he did, something fell from his upper jacket pocket. Tom frowned and reached down and picked it up. Aaron had to double take before he realised Tom was holding his stuff.

"I-It fell from your pocket…"Tom told him quickly and very, very nervously and he jumped slightly when Aaron snatched the small bag of white powder from his hand.

Menacingly Aaron leaned in getting into Tom's face. "I think you'll find that's mine" he told him with warning as he stuffed it back into his pocket.

"D-do your family know that you do drugs?" Tom asked bravely.

"I have no idea what you mean"

Tom frowned. "I might be sixteen but I know what that stuff is Aaron, I'm not stupid"

Aaron grinned. "Well I'd be really surprised if they didn't know by now"

"Why?" Tom asked with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Why?" Aaron spat. "Because I want too and to be honest it's nothing to do with you so keep your nose out yeah?"

Tom swallowed hard and bowed his head, nodding it quickly at the same time.

"Good" Aaron said and returned his attentions to helping him.

Cain returned twenty minutes later with a right face on him. "Aaron! I told you to send that invoice!" he growled angrily.

"Oh I forgot, sorry" he told him with a, I couldn't care less attitude.

"You're sorry! That client is one of our best and he's really pissed at us, if we lose him I'll kill you"

Aaron sighed and slammed his tools down. "Ahh you know what, stuff this, it's just a poxy invoice, I'm going to the pub" he snapped and started to turn away. "I don't need this!"

"An invoice that was needed a month ago and no you're not! You're barred, remember?"

"No I'm not"

"Ahh mummy had a word with Diane did she?"

Aaron nodded as he walked off.

"If you walk off this forecourt, that's it! I mean it!"

"Then that's it Cain!" he was off.

Cain shook his head and sighed. "He's getting worse" he grumbled to himself but Tom was able to hear him, and he understood because of what he'd discovered earlier.

TBC…