Title: The Truth Will Set You Free (1?)
Author: Tali
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize it belongs to many other more talented people. I am not being paid to do this.
Rating: R for language, slash relationship and who knows what.
Summery: Bobby learns things about his parents past. Things about his father and decides to find out the truth. He decides to find Ennis. He wants to know the truth about his father.
Feedback: Thank you to every one who gave feedback your words of encouragement are what is really pushing this fic along. I think chapter 3 will be along shortly. Please let me know what you think. Thank you, Tali.
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Author's Note: My time line looks like this for the purposes of this story: 1963- Brokeback; 1966- Bobby is born. 1967- First post card/fishing trip for Jack/Ennis; 1983- Jack dies; 1993- Lureen dies and Bobby learns about Ennis. This would put Bobby at 16 when his father died and about 26 when his mom dies and would make Ennis in his 50's.
Bobby had turned the key in the lock and left his childhood home behind. The blinds and curtains all pulled tight. He'd left a key with a realtor. The furniture and things left behind were being given to a hospice for AIDS and HIV patents. They'd set a price and house would be sold as soon as some one could be found to buy it. Bobby was sitting in the front of the truck watching as the houses got further and further away and the plains of Texas melted away to reveal the landscapes of other states. Bobby glanced over at Charlie.
"You ever sorry you came to visit me?" He asked almost afraid to know the answer.
Rolling his eyes Charlie pulled the truck to a stop in the middle of no where. Turned to look at Bobby and scowled. Charles Daniel O'Rourke was the youngest son of an Irish immigrant, who with his wife and three eldest children moved to Texas to start a farm with their entire savings. They had managed to become well established due to his mother's culinary skills. She'd opened a restaurant in town and used only her own farm's vegetables. His seven sister's all worked their now, while his nine older brothers worked the farm with their father, who's produce went all over Texas now. He had vivid green eyes that upon closer inspection Bobby had realized had tiny flecks of gray in them. His hair had always been overly long and shaggy even fresh from a hair cut, and its dirty dusty blond color was unique to his lover. A few years back Bobby had learned that most of Charlie's siblings had brown or red hair, Charlie was one of three that had blond hair. He was taller then Bobby but only by about three or four inches as he stood about six foot six. He had always had the dark tan, as long as Bobby had known him, and there was almost no fat any where on the man, just hard muscle. In school Charlie had been a district champion swimmer and he still swam laps every morning to keep his build. What had really attracted Bobby to him had been his mouth. It was the palest pink and bow shaped, not overly full but it had been the most beautiful mouth Bobby had ever laid his eyes upon. To this day Bobby found himself staring at it, even now.
"Bobby Fuckin' Twist." Charlie glared. "Where the fuck did that come from?"
Shrugging Bobby looked away from Charlie's mouth to his eyes and sighed. "I dun know, Charlie I guess… I guess I after what happened that summer after school ended and I went up to Lightin' Flat that I'd never see you again. You just seemed so dead set against leavin' yer family behind." He smiled sadly. "Not tha' I coulda blamed ya. Hell maybe if I'da had yer family I'd never have left." Bobby felt so confused. Instantly Charlie reached out taking Bobby by the scruff of the neck and hauled his lover across the seat, so he could pressed their foreheads together and he could look directly into those deep blue hound dog eyes.
"Bobby, I didn't fallow ya out of some miss guided guilt over what happened. I fallowed ya because I loved ya. I was only half a man with out ya and I realized no matter what, I could never have been happy with out ya." He smiled and kissed Bobby deeply and pulled back adding. "Once I got ta the ranch and saw what you was trying to accomplish all on yer own," He rolled his eyes and sighed. "I didn' know whether ta smack ya good an' hard or ta kiss ya. I remember how you used to talk about yer Daddy's ranch up in Wyomin' and how he always wanted ta go an' fix her up, an' after yer grandparents passed on, you went right up there and started doin' jus' that despite all the hell yer Granddaddy was raisin'! I wanted ta share yer life Bobby and that meant staying in Lightin' Flat, not just visitin'. I could never be sorry for lovin' you and fallowin' my own heart. Not fer as long as you love me back."
Shaking now Charlie turned and started the truck back up heading north again. Bobby smiled a wide, happy goofy smile. He loved Charlie so much, more then anything else in this world and Charlie loved him back. They had no doubts, no fears, they had each other and together they could take on the world. He couldn't help but think how cute it was that Charlie's accent thickened dramatically when he got upset about anything that slow lazy southern draw taking on something new in Charlie's intensity.
Ten minutes down the road Charlie wrinkled his nose and looked over at Bobby skeptically. "Where the hell did that thing come from?" Bobby was holding an old, beat up, warped looking harmonica.
"My Daddy taught me to play. It's his, was in the box." Bobby answered with a smile. Before he put his lips back to the harmonica he asked. "Any idea what we should do to look up this Ennis del Mar?"
