Chapter 9: The Breakup

Summary:

I've always hated Laurel... but I adore Tommy.

Notes:

So I started this story as a one shot because it's like the kid that I actually do babysit. His older brother is my age and before he was away at school, but now the term is over. So he's home. His name starts with J...

Top 5 things I hate about J:

5. Kind of scary when he's angry (he's a yeller)

4. He smokes and drinks (Not excessively, but...)

3. He's actually a good brother

2. He has a girlfriend... (Yeah, I know)

1. I think I like him...

Do you have this problem?

Disclaimer: I don't intend any infringement of any kind.

Sorry for any mistakes.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

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"Why are you making a big deal out of this?" Laurel asked as she handed Tommy a glass of water.

"Take a second to think about what your asking me. You want me to move away from my family," he answered setting the glass down on the table next to him.

He was propped up in a dining room chair with his leg resting on another one. His Dr. informed him that the cast would take another week to come off. Lincoln had really beat the shit out of him.

"Don't you love me? Aren't I your family? We've been together for three years! Is it so much to ask that we move in together?" She shrieked. Her voice suddenly rose in octaves as she tried to get her point across.

"Of course I love you. But you want me to move to California. I can't leave them, especially now when that psycho is after Felicity," he tried to remain calm. One of them should remain a rational party. By the look of it Laurel's invitation to Sane Land was lost.

"Making it the perfect time to leave. Look at what he's already done to you. You were in the hospital for two weeks! Your leg is going to be in a cast for another week! What next, your life? Is this really worth that?" Laurel had been loudly voicing her opinion up until this last point. To drive it home she lowered it to just above a whisper, "She's not even your real family. You need to pick: her or me,".

There it was. Suddenly Tommy's invitation to Sane Land jumped from his hand and ripped itself up.

Laurel and Tommy hadn't been friends before they started dating. Tommy met her at the supermarket while he was picking out eggs and they just hit it off.

Felicity and Tommy were the closest people in each others lives. They knew everything about each other and then some.

When Laurel saw how close the two were she became jealous of the blonde. No matter how many times either party assured her that they were just friends, the snippy comments and cold shoulder never stopped.

Ever cool in the face of pressure Tommy replied, "family isn't always blood related. Felicity is my best friend and as far as I'm concerned she's my sister. I really hope you don't mean what I think you mean but this is my decision and it's not going to change,".

Laurel stood there. She didn't honestly plan on that being his answer. "I thought that our relationship meant more to you than that. So, what? We're breaking up?" she began tearing up.

" I hope not, but I'm not leaving my family" he reiterated.

Suddenly her expression changed from sad to steaming. She grabbed her purse from the chair, all the while marching to the door. Stopping short in front of it she grasped the handle turning back to Tommy.

"Then you've made your choice and now I'm making mine. I can't stay in a relationship where there isn't equal affection. Good luck with your life. Or what's left of it with that psycho bringing other sociopaths around," with that she left the apartment. In her wake Tommy was shell shocked and Jet was memorizing the make of her car plus the licence plate number.

XX

Soon she would need new tires...and a bumper. Not only had she just broken up with Tommy when he was trying to do the right thing for his family, but she also just called Felicity a psychopath. That just wasn't gonna fly.

Jet had stayed silent the entire time. He wasn't hired to butt into other people's arguments and it wasn't his place to say anything about it.

Jet looked back at him from across the small table where they had previously been playing cards before Laurel made her surprise appearance. Jet, silently, got to his feet and walked a few paces over to the fridge, pulling out two beers. Tommy nodded to Jet as the bodyguard placed an open beer in front of him.

"That honestly just happened. I'm not hallucinating, right?" Tommy asked as he took a sip.

Jet nodded. "Yeah, it really did," he thought for a moment then cleared his throat, bringing the other man's attention to him. "At least this leaves you open for Dean. Even I know he wants to get in your pants and I've only been here a few weeks" he smirked.

Tommy grinned at his new friend/personal protector. "You have it all wrong. I want to get in Dean's pants but he wants to get into someone else's,". He was relieved that it seemed to work. Tommy wouldn't have to think about the present for a while. He knew Tommy would probably break down once he saw Felicity.

"Does he?" Jet gave a sly smile while putting the bottle to his lips. He knew about his partners schoolgirl crush but now was the time to fish for answers on the object of his affections. "Do tell".

Tommy must've been thinking the same thing.

"Yeah. He's new around here. Wears a trenchcoat. Maybe you know him?"

"No, I don't know anyone like that. Maybe you know the guy my partner seems to want to jump? Green eyes, mechanic...?"

"Nope. Sorry," he shrugs. Both men are grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Just as Jet is about to say more Dean comes through the door. The smirks are turned on him as he enters the kitchen.

Jet can see the slight way that he frowns upon seeing him, although he perks right up a second later.

"Hey, guys. What's new?" Dean asks casually.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" Tommy asks in reply raising an eyebrow.

"Bobby gave me the rest of the day off,"

"Sure it's not because you thought you'd find blue eyes and black hair sitting in my seat?" Jet innocently bats his eyes.

"You're both bitches," he says as he storms out leaving the other two laughing after him.

XX

They aren't laughing long because an hour later Felicity is at the door. Thea ran into the kitchen to check on Tommy. She's been like his personal candy striper... except that she usually just pokes him a lot in the name of medicine.

Soon after that Castiel strolls in tense as a bow string. He barely gives a "hello" to Tommy before whispering to Jet. Now both bodyguards are in the living room having an adult conversation as he is left to entertain the child.

"Hey, little lady. Do you know what the grown ups are talking about?" He ventures as she sits next to him playing go fish.

"Licity got mail today," she says. "Got an eight?"

"Go fish," her grumble as she reaches into the pile of cards may be the cutest thing he's ever heard. "Got any kings?"

"Go fish," she giggles.

"Oh man," he says reaching for a card. "Do you know who the letter was from? Was it a boy?" He says the last as if it's scandalous.

"Cas was upset because it didn't say a name. Hey! Guess what!" She suddenly calls out to him.

"You have a bear wearing pajamas in your closet!" He calls back.

"No! Tomorrow is my birthday! I have to ask Dean to come over!" With that her cards are forgotten as she throws them down to run to Dean.

With the few minutes of silence Tommy pieces together a picture of what must have happened today. Not only had Laurel broken up with him but Lincoln must be making another move.

Not long after she left Thea is back. "Tommy, will you come to my birthday dinner?"

"Of course I will!" He musses up her hair then gestures toward her cards. He'll need to keep her occupied if they're talking about Lincoln in the other room. "Your turn,".

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"The first thing we do is call a lawyer. You'll want to get an order of protection against him for making such blatant threats," Jet's eyes are glued to the note in his hand as he speaks. "I'm surprised you don't already have one. You know, seeing as how he tried to kill you,".

"He was supposed to have another year. It didn't seem important while he was in jail," Dean announced with a slight growl.

"I know a lawyer who can help," Felicity chimes in. All eyes fall on her. "Mr. Wilson is a lawyer. He gave us his number in case we ever needed council. He has his own practice,"

"I thought you hated him?" Dean questioned holding her hand in his for comfort. Although who was getting more comfort from it remained to be seen.

"He is a creepy creep, but so was Crowley and look how that turned out,"she squeezed his hand gently.

"Alright. That handles one situation. But now he knows that you're staying at the Queen's residence," Castiel begins. "We'll need to take more precaution now,".

"We should call John and let him know," Jet turns his head to address Cas. At the others nod he looks back to Felicity, "Have you told the others, yet?"

"Oliver's telling his family now,"

"I can run down to tell Bobby and Ellen," Dean volunteers letting go of her hand to grab his keys. "I'll be back soon. Call me if you leave, okay?"

She nods. "Thanks," Dean pulls her into his arms. Felicity wraps her arms around his back tightening her hold. This in turn caused him to tighten his arms wrapped around her waist. Softly he whispers, "I promise we'll keep you safe".

The earnestness in his voice causes a domino effect on her. Her voice begins to quiver. Tears make themselves know in her eyes. Some even start to fall, trailing down her cheeks. "But who'll keep you safe?" She hoarsely whispers back.

He wipes her tears away as they pull apart. Dean turns to leave when she grabs his arm.

"Can Castiel go with you?"

Suddenly Jet smirks at Dean beginning to smile. "I insist. You may find yourself in a situation to need his skill set," the former addresses Dean double entendre firmly in place.

In return he is awarded a death glare from the latter who sheepishly calls out, "Yeah. Come on Cas,". Before they leave Cas shoots Jet a 'Really?!' face, also sending a grateful expression Felicity's way.

When the door closes Felicity can't help but high five Jet as she snickers.

Notes:

Please please please comment?!

Yes I'm groveling. If we were in person it'd be disgusting.