Whirlwind: A Hawk and Spenser Romance 9/?

Disclaimer: I do not own Spenser, Hawk, Susan or any of the other characters created by Robert B. Parker.
Rating: PG-13 for now. May go up in later chapters for violence and a bit of sexual content.
Warning: This fic contains slash, meaning a physical relationship between two male characters, namely Hawk and Spenser. (Hence the title.) If this squicks you please turn back now before you get upset. Will contain violence and a bit of Het in the first few chapters as well.

Blood, Tears and Beer

I stood in the gym watching as blood dripped from my knuckles and frankly thought I was loosing what was left of my mind.

"Remind me neva' to piss you off, hnn?" Hawk commented quietly, although with an amused smirk on his face. I glared at him, but he just shrugged my ire off unrepentantly before dragging me into Henry's office.

Without a word Hawk threw me a few butterfly bandages and a bottle of water, which I greedily drank to relieve my parched throat. I cleaned the blood off of my hands meticulously in the sink, refusing to look at Hawk for fear that he was feeling pity at my emotional display. So still staring into the sink I began to speak.

"Suze's going to open a clinic in Florida for children. It seems a life with me isn't to her tastes any longer… It only took her fifteen years to realize it."

I was bitter and not even attempting to hide that fact. Hawk was one of the few people who knew me well enough that none of my reactions surprised him. It was freeing really. If I decided that I wanted to smash every breakable item in Henry's office, Hawk would sit by and watch and if I was lucky his lips would twitch. There were certain times when it felt good that I couldn't shock Hawk even if I tried.

"Maybe once she get the' she change her mind." He offered, passing me the bandages over my shoulder. "I never did take her for dumb, sho' enough."

"What are you talking about? This will be good for her career. That's always been important to her, and maybe she got sick of being hurt because of what I do." I told him defensively, ignoring that all of ten seconds ago I was the one pissed at her. I'm just surprised that the idea didn't occur to her years ago."

"She obviously love's ya if she's stuck with yowa ugly mug this long, bawse."

"Doesn't mean a whole hell ova lot if she's just gonna pick up and move across country tho." I grumbled as I finished bandaging my knuckles. I turned around suddenly to look at Hawk and I thought I saw a vastly softened expression on his usually inscrutable face, but it was gone as quickly as I saw it. I assumed I was imagining things I wanted to see in my overly emotional state.

"Come'n let's go get you drunk, babe. It'll do you good." Hawk suggested leading me out of the room with a gentle hand at my back. Now usually I would have glared at Hawk for that, thinking he was fooling with me, but this time I merely leaned on my friend, utterly exhausted already and it was only one p.m. in the afternoon.

We were soon ensconced in a bar on west Boylston Street. I was knocking back tequila shots while Hawk was drinking a fuzzy navel with a little umbrella in it. No one commented due to Hawk's intimidating size, but he did get a few considering looks, as did I. For once, I wasn't worrying about keeping an eye on the room as I drank. I knew if things got hairy that Hawk would take care of it, and I just wanted to get blitzed as quickly as possible, hopefully pass out, and wake up with amnesia. Of course I was still immersed in my own drunken misery to notice, but had I been more aware of my surroundings I would have seen Hawk glare a few men into submission when it looked like they were walking my way.

"Aren't you gonna drink anyshting?" I slurred, gesturing to the small tower of shot glasses on the table.

"I think you're drinking enough for the both of us, babe." Hawk answered back with a disapproving nod of his head. I looked up through fuzzy vision, and was sure that he was looking at me tenderly. Had I been sober that would have been cause for much though, and although I knew it was important, I couldn't seem to keep my eyes focused as the room spun around me. "Let's get you home."