Title: In a New York Minute (Prologue/?)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: X_tremeroswellian@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Are not, have not and will not ever be mine.
Rating: PG-13/R for language, violence, and sexual content. *Deals with issues of rape, domestic violence, child abuse, torture and homicide.
Spoilers: Up through and including "Act Brave." Also major spoilers for my other fic, "No Mercy."
Summary: Someone from Faith and Bosco's past threatens their happiness with his plans to enact revenge on them for the death of his brother.
Distribution: If you want it, take it. Just let me know where it's going.
Category: Story sequel
Subcategories: Suspense/romance/angst/thriller and a touch of the supernatural.
Feedback: Helps me write faster and is always appreciated.
Author's Note: This is a sequel to my fic, "No Mercy." If you haven't read that one, you're going to be confused.
In a New York Minute (Prologue)
Bosco took a long drink of cold water as he stared out the kitchen window above the sink. A bolt of lightening streaked across the night sky and seconds later thunder rattled the walls of the apartment. He sighed heavily as rain began to pelt the window.
He cast a glance at the clock on the stove. It was 3:26 a.m. He and Faith had gone to bed hours ago after their shift ended, but he'd been unable to fall asleep for some reason. He was full of restless energy and had considered waking Faith to talk, but she hadn't been feeling well the past few days and he knew she needed her sleep.
Bosco set his glass in the sink and stretched his arms over his head. With another sigh, he headed down the hallway and back to the bedroom. He smiled as he looked down at her. The smile faded instantly as he realized that beads of sweat had broken out on her forehead and her hands were clutching his pillow tightly as she whimpered in her sleep.
"Nightmare," he muttered grimly, cursing in his mind. He sat down beside her on the bed and smoothed the hair out of her face. "Faith, wake up," he whispered.
She sat straight up, gasping for breath, her face drained of all color. "Bosco!" Her voice was a choked cry.
"I'm right here. It's okay, Faith. You're safe," he assured her, resting one hand on her back. She turned to him, her eyes full of tears and fright. Wordlessly she threw her arms around him. Bosco held her close, stroking her hair. "It's all right. You're okay." He could feel her trembling violently against him and he cursed himself for not being there to wake her up sooner. Whatever she dreamt this time, it had been bad.
"Boz, it was awful," she whispered, pulling away from him slightly.
He swallowed hard and gently wiped the tears off her cheeks, waiting for her to tell him about the nightmare.
"You left," Faith said softly.
He frowned. "Just for a couple minutes. I needed a drink--"
She shook her head. "No, Bosco, in the dream. You left. I couldn't find you. You were just--you were just gone."
Bosco was thrown by her words. "You mean it wasn't about--?"
"No." She looked down at her hands, tears prickling her eyes. "You had left."
He tilted her chin up so that she was looking at him. "You know that's not gonna happen, right?"
She didn't respond.
"I'm not gonna leave you. Not ever. I love you," Bosco said quietly, his voice firm. "It was just a dream, Faith. I'm right here."
Faith reached out with one hand and touched his face. Wordlessly, she leaned forward and kissed him. His eyes closed as he kissed her back, reaching out and pulling her closer to him so there was no space between them. She urged him backward onto the bed so he was lying there staring up at her.
She leaned down to kiss him again. When she sat up, she slid her nightgown off over her head gracefully and tossed it onto the floor.
He swallowed hard as she removed his sweatpants, tossing them to the floor as well. "Faith."
"Make love to me, Bosco," she whispered, her voice pleading.
Bosco nodded wordlessly as his hands gently gripped her hips and he lifted her onto him so they were joined. They began to make love slowly and silently.
A streak of lightening lit up their bedroom and for that moment, Bosco could see the anxiety and doubt in her eyes. A sense of urgency swept over him--perhaps from the storm outside or from Faith's anxiety or maybe something else all together.
He reached his hands out and gently pulled her down to kiss her again as they moved together. He wanted nothing more than to assure her that nothing in the world would ever make him leave her. Nothing.
Afterward, she lay with her head on his bare chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her as she fell asleep. Bosco listened to the quiet sound of her breathing and after a few moments, he too fell asleep, his restlessness gone as the storm outside raged on.
End Prologue...