Title: Behind The Jackal Mask

Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Rating: NC-17/M

Pairing: Rachel/OMC

Warnings: Adult Situations Including But Not Limited To Sexual Relations, Violence, Naughty Language, Child Abuse, Drug Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Underage Drinking, Self Mutilation

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Disclaimer: I don't own Alphas. If I did Gary would have a porn addiction, because I can so see him watching porn in a meeting. The only things I own are stupid nonexistent words I make up and my Original character.

A/N: The real action is gonna start next chapter. Seeing as this has become my priority story as the plot is flowing like water. Haha. A little Hicks-Godric-Bill bonding, can't go wrong.

Bet you can't guess who the bad guy is. Gah, I'm lame!

"Godric!" The teen burrowed down in his seat as he tried to ignore his mothers tone. The woman was standing in an elegant evening gown as she stood in the entrance to his office, she'd easily manipulated Nina with the promise of tickets to the next show, hands on her hips as she looked down on her only child. "Your father said you're not living with him anymore! This simply won't do… Especially since you're… Gay!"

"I'm not gay!" Godric snarled as he sat up with anger written on his face as he looked at Maureen, the woman frowning even more as she straightened her expensive purse on her shoulder trying not to look as if she even cared about his sexuality. Waving her hand she sat down at his desk in the spare chair watching him, Godric lapped at his lips as he looked away nerves getting the best of him as she watched him like a hawk.

"Baby… I'm not mad that you're gay. I just… A little warning would have been nice. When your father found that… I'm sure he's not really mad at you Godric, it's just a bit of a shock is all." Maureen put on her best photo shoot smile. Tilting her head innocently as she tried to look curious of his inner workings, Godric didn't have to look at her to know she didn't honestly care.

"It's hand lotion…" He gritted out quietly, he could see Hicks paused in the hall way staring at his mother curiously. Narrowing his eyes at the other male he jerked his head to the side in a silent 'move' gesture. Hicks just stared right back leaning over a bit trying to get a better view, obviously interested in what was going on. Finally giving up he rolled his eyes as he looked back at his mother.

"Godric, baby… You don't have to lie. It's perfectly normal to want to hide these kinds of impulses." Maureen was frowning now, reaching across the desk to touch Godric's hand. The teen going lax for a moment before he jerked back hard as he shook his head. Watching as her son opened his mouth and closed it for a few moments she was absolutely taken back by what he said next.

"I'm… Not… Gay… What the hell do teenage boys usually use lotion for?" His voice was as icy as he could make it with the lingering calm of his mothers touch. The woman stared at him quietly for a moment before slapping a hand to her mouth.

"Godric! That's such a dirty habit! Ugh! I have to get back for a lunch with Jacques. Call me if you need anything." She was frowning as she stormed out of the office in flurry of silky fabric. She could be heard shouting at someone as she waited for the elevator, obviously not pleased with her visit.

"I have to give you props… I couldn't tell my mother I was jacking off with a straight face." Hicks was grinning like a cream stealing cat as he took the seat Maureen had been sitting in a few minutes earlier. After a few seconds of silence he laughed at the full blown blush that covered Godric's face. "She's an Alpha too?"

"Yeah…" Godric was leaning over his desk holding his head in his hands feeling absolutely dirty having admitted that to his mother. Still… It didn't change the fact that he was out of a home for absolutely no reason. The teen looked up at Hicks. "Please stop laughing…"

"I'm sorry… But that… That took the cake." There was pure amusement on Hicks face as he looked at Godric. The teen just mumbled something as he glowered at the older male. After a few minutes the amusement died down enough for him to keep a straight face. "Your dad kicked you out?"

"Yeah… It's my fault… Um… If I tell you something, you promise not to tell Dr. Rosen or anyone?" Godric slowly got up as he drew a slow breath. The soft click of the door closing and locking had him shifting nervously as he looked at Hicks. The older man just nodded after seeing the serious expression on the teens face as Godric seated himself in his usual chair, drawing his knees up to his chest as he curled into himself. "My dad… Since I can remember he's always touched me…"

"Godric… Did he?" Hicks face fell as he leaned forward, torn between wanting to give the young adult space and comforting him. Watching Godric twitch nervously as the teen flickered his eyes up with his lower lip tremebling as he wiped at his eyes when the tears finally welled up. Sitting back Hicks looked down at the ground. "Have you told the police?"

"No… I don't… He's the only family I have here. I don't want to see him go to jail…" Godric finally broke into a sob as the teen started trembling. Wiping at his eyes as he tried to compose himself, everything felt as if it were crashing down around him now that he was finally saying it. "Sometimes he just comes home drunk, and he thinks I'm mom… And the things he says… Oh, God… You can't believe the things he says…"

There was no way to combat the shock as Hicks sat there. He wanted to meet Godric's father so he could beat the living shit out of him for traumatizing the child so much. Swallowing he looked at Godric. "Is that why you hate being touched… Because of what he did?"

"No… I've never… I've just never liked it. Hicks… What am I going to do?" The teen sobbed wiping at his eyes, he could see Hicks hand on the desk edging forward and simply whimpered pulling into himself a bit more. "No…"

"You can stay with me if you need a roof over your head… I can help you find an apartment. Godric… Someone's going to have to tell Dr. Rosen so that this can be handled… I know you don't want to, but your dad might do that to someone else. I know you don't want anyone else to have to go through that." Hicks folded his hands on the desk trying to ignore the fact that Godric was a sobbing mess as he sorted through his own mind. Looking at the teen he sighed, dropping his gaze to the ground again he looked at the door. "If you don't want to talk to Dr. Rosen… At least say something to Bill. He has some cop friends, they'll keep it real quiet…"

"Don't tell anyone else… Please…" Godric choked back a sob as he wiped at his eyes, the teen looked up at the older male that was watching him with cautious eyes. "Only Bill…"

No one had said anything when Bill and Godric had disappeared, those next few hours was spent taking pictures and fighting against medical examiners as Bill protested about Godric's condition as he tried to calm the teen down. As soon as everything was said and done a warrant was issued. Godric was nibbling on his French fries as he looked at Bill, eyes red and blood shot from crying so much. "They're going to find the drugs…"

"What drugs?" Bill perked up immediately, eyes trained on Godric like a true professional as the teen looked down at his near empty plate licking at his lips in that usual nervous manner before looking up at him.

"I was selling drugs, because I needed money for clothes and stuff… My dad never puts stuff under his bed, so I always hide the stuff there. Bill, they're going to thin-" He was cut off as Bill cleared his throat, watching him carefully.

"Forget about it… Let things take their natural course and just forget about it. Hicks said that he'd let you stay with him for a while. Godric… If you need anything you can't hesitate to ask… Everyone's really worried about you." Bill leaned back in his seat opposite of Godric as the teen just nodded looking back down at his plate. After a minute he looked away. "I know we usually avoid each other… But, if you need someone to talk to I'm here. I'm not going to lecture you about your feelings like Dr. Rosen, personally I hate that psychobabble shit."

Unable to help himself Godric cracked a smile, wiping his hands on a napkin. "Is this the part where we all hold hands and sing campfire songs?"

"Probably…" Bill gave a gruff laugh as he finally caught the teen smiling. "So you and Rachel went out the other day…"

"I had tickets to a fashion show my mother was in. You should have seen Rachel's dress… She looked beautiful." Godric found himself grinning in a rather goofy fashion remembering the soft fabric flowing against Rachel's skin. She was so beautiful when she smiled, his grin must have looked every bit as goofy as he thought it did because Bill chuckled. "What?"

"Aside from… You know… Have you ever?" Bill leaned forward as if it were a secret, the teens cheeks lit up like the skin had been set aflame. Cocking a brow he couldn't help the amusement that bled through as Godric busied himself drawing designs into his ketchup with his French fries.

"No… I mean… there was this girl I liked when I was a freshman… She thought I was some kind of creepy stalker or something." He ducked down in his seat looking at Bill as the other man just grinned. Godric looked around the restaurant as he fidgeted trying to avoid being anywhere but the middle of his side of the booth.

"You give her flowers?" Leaning back again Bill crossed his arms watching as Godric licked his lips nervously. The teen was shaking his head furiously still blushing brightly. Bill watched the way the younger male fidgeted with his French fries, nibbling at them like a frightened animal.

"I gave her a cat… She was allergic." Bill's laughter didn't make him feel any better. Godric just frowned as he glowered at the table in embarrassment. "It's not that funny."

"You gave her a cat?" Shaking his head he looked at the waitress as she came back, cocking a hip as she looked between the two men. "Check?"

"So… That's the couch. And there are a few extra blankets in the closet… Not much else to do around here…" Hicks just nodded not knowing what else to do as he watched Godric poking around his apartment. The teen was crouching down near the window testing the seal as he tilted his head. "Something wrong?"

"You have a draft… I like it here. You have a nice view and it's a lot cleaner than where I was living… Um… Is there a store around here? I don't want to have to use your soap or anything." Godric stood up running his fingers through his hair, the weight of the money he'd managed to get out of the apartment before the police had stormed it arresting his father was weighing heavy. He had an extra three hundred to his name now, the rest would go to Black seeing as it was time for him to pay up. "It's safe to go jogging and stuff… Right?"

"Uh… Yeah. Dr. Rosen asked about why you were coming home with me… I told him you were having family problems, and that you weren't ready to talk yet… Is that okay?" He watched as Godric nodded, twitching nervously as he looked about like a nervous stray wanting to go back outside. Hicks scratched the back of his neck and just shrugged. "Do what you do… But no… You know... On the couch."

"…" Godric just blushed and glowered at Hicks. "Shut up…"

"You're late…" Black was sitting on a park bench, not even caring of the fact anyone could see him. A young woman on her knees before him, obviously uncaring too as she ran her hands up and down his chest as he tilted his head back with a dark chuckle. The twenty-something year old watching Godric staring at the female that currently had her lips wrapped around his dick, smirking as he held his hand out. "Money…"

"Here… I got it before the police raided the place." Godric trained his eyes on the ground holding out the wrinkled mailing envelope for the other male. He heard the soft rustle of clothing and the nearly too loud sound of Black's zipper as he straightened himself up, the teen licked his lips nervously shifting his weight from one side to the other as he waited for approval.

"Shame… Isn't it? Your poor daddy is all alone in a cold cell, no baby boy to keep him warm. Oh, don't look so damn bitchy… Everyone knows that you were cannon fodder. Dad couldn't get it up for anyone, but you could he? No one would have him." Black was on his feet stalking around the teen, flicking the money about for a moment before shoving it into his pocket. The older male looking down the way as he smirked. Godric was clenching his fists as he stood silent and compliant. "Does it make you weak in the knees… Knowing he sold you for rent money when he drank it all away. The feel of all of those hands all over your pretty little body… Got you so fucking hard."

Godric yelped as he was pulled back against the hard chest of the drug dealer, turning wild eyes towards Black as his heart rate skyrocketed. His palms becoming sweaty as his stomach rolled threatening to lose what he'd eaten before leaving Hicks' apartment. "No… Just let me go. Please…"

"You puke and I'll slit your throat…" Black released Godric not wanting to get anything on his shoes when the teen finally hurled. Wrinkling his nose he stepped back enough for the light of a street light to wash over his features. Pitch black hair held back in a high pony tail, a wicked looking scar running over his nose starting from under his right eye to half way under his left eye, and his lower lip pierced twice. Tongue flicking out, the pair of silver colored piercings catching the light. He was clad in black denim and a dingy white wife beater. Over his right shoulder was a vicious looking tattoo of a rabid black pit-bull with burning red eyes. Looking down the way he growled. "You're lucky I don't have time to fuck around… Got shit to do… People to kill."

There was nothing to do except to stay settled on his hands and knees as he waited for his stomach to quiet, as soon as it did so he was sprinting not caring if his Alpha ability took over his movements. The door of the apartment slamming open only to be kicked closed before Hicks could even say hello he was stripping out of his clothes behind a locked bathroom door. Godric scrubbed until he started bleeding in several places on his arms and legs, rubbing his neck raw as he finally broke into a sob. He felt so dirty, his breathing labored as he shoved out of the shower trying to dry himself as he switched off the shower.

Drying his hair and body he tied the towel around his waist as he remembered that his bag was in the living room. The teen peeked out to see Hicks staring at him curiously from the couch. "You have to stay there… Okay?"

"Uh… Sure?" Hicks was confused by the command until he saw that Godric was in nothing more than a towel. Offering a small smile he looked the other way and kept his place as the nervous teen dug through the small duffel bag he'd brought into the office earlier that day. The soft rustle and zip of clothing had him looking back as Godric slipped on a tank top. "Your skin… Godric turn around…"

"I…" Biting his lower lip Godric pulled his shirt up again as he turned, the mangled expanse of pink and red marks over his back. Bite marks over his shoulders and on places across his back, the large span of nail scrapes and what could only be metal buckle marks covered the once smooth expanse. The teen let his shirt fall down. "I… It doesn't hurt."

"You want something for that? So it won't scar?" Hicks watched as Godric shook his head, the realization that he'd need help dawning on Hicks as he finally gave a stiff nod turning on the television. "Cops is on… You watch TV?"

"No… My dad broke the TV when I was twelve, I haven't watched since… What's Cops?" Godric curled up on the couch on the other end as far away as he possibly could. His skin was hurting painfully as he shifted a few times before settling into a comfortable position watching the officers on the screen.

"It's just a show that follows police officers as they do their job…" Hicks said looking over at Godric barely biting back his own amusement as the teens head bobbed as he tried to stay awake. Somewhere between the second and third episode Godric finally conked out, snoring softly as he curled up into a ball on a single cushion. Clicking the television off Hicks stood up watching the teen. He was as silent as he possibly could be as he picked up a blanket from the closet. Shaking it out a few times he walked over to the couch raising it up high, the blanket spreading out as he let go. Godric opened his eyes and let them slide shut as Hicks held his hands up showing him that there wasn't any skin on skin contact.

The teen seemed pleased with that and feel back into much needed sleep with a soft sound. "Night, kid."