Today's prompt comes from Crazy-4-R5 and they wrote:
Can you do a story in where Wes needs Jerry somehow?! Like something bad happens and Wes just needs Jerry?!
It might not have ended exactly like you wanted it but I hope I didn't upset you.
PS. I have a tumblr now which is mainly to introduce various Warblers I've made up to you in a better way. So if you are interested the adress is eraman's warblers (in one word and without ' ).
Okay propmt list update, in order of me recieving them:
1. Felix2010
2. Crazy-4-R5
4. Kagari Higuchi
5. savannah-araiza-5
6. Guest
7. Amy T
8. Oceanson
9. Sarah
10. sukeevo
11. Tori
Before you start you must know that the things in italics is the past.
Wes was holding a tight grip on Trent as the two of them sat in one of the janitor's closets on the second floor. A man had gone into the school and started a shooting. When the alarm hit Wes ushered the Warblers into the choir room but Trent wasn't there so he shut the other boys in, locked the door and then headed out to find Trent.
He didn't have to look very long because Trent was running towards the hall. Wes grabbed his arm and was trying to calm the panicked boy down when they heard shots coming from the staircase and heavy steps coming up. Wes grabbed Trent by the arm and dragged him into that closet. He locked the door from inside, turned off the lights and then sat down with Trent.
The younger boy clung to him and Wes tried to make sure that he kept quiet. They heard footsteps outside of the door and Wes covered Trent's mouth with his own hand. The shadow under the door stopped when Trent gasped, this was before Wes covered his mouth and Wes held his breath, glaring at it. After what felt like forever the shadow moved on and both boys heard whoever the shadow belonged to pull on the locked doors. Then… there was a shot but nothing more. The footsteps hurried down the hall and were gone.
Wes moved his hand from Trent's mouth, but he didn't let go and he didn't relax. For two reasons. The first was the fact that he could feel that Trent was still scared and upset and the other… Wes realized where he was. He was in a dark, locked closet and for the moment there was no way for him to get out. He was stuck in there.
"Wes are you okay", a small voice asked and he jumped. He realized it was Trent.
"I-I'm fine", Wes stuttered out. "Wow you scared me pumpkin…"
"I'm sorry", Trent whispered. "But you stopped breathing and just sat there…"
"Sorry", Wes said and hugged Trent tightly. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"I was already scare… but it's better with you here."
Wes tried to smile but he really couldn't.
"We better be completely quiet", Wes whispered. "I don't know where the guy is…"
Trent nodded and snuggled close to Wes. But it turned out that for Wes, being quiet was the worst idea.
Jesse smirked and opened the door. Wes made another run for it but Jesse pushed him back.
"Now listen", Jesse said. "Sooner or later the others will give up searching and return to Brad. I can then go and get you, but I need to know where you are."
"I'll tell you", Wes said with a trembling voice. "Just let me out!" He tried to run again but Jesse pushed him back.
"No this place is a good as any", he said and smirked. "Bye!" He slammed the door shut in Wes' face, locked it and left.
No that was not now, that was ages ago. He wasn't afraid anymore. He wasn't afraid anymore.
Wes was all alone in the dark. He hit, kicked and screamed at the door but nothing was heard. That damn fake snake! He had tricked him! He only cared about getting that solo and not about how he could get it! Didn't he think about what this could do to a person.
"It's okay", Wes told himself but he felt Trent nod into his neck. The younger boy probably thought he was talking to him. "It's… gonna be okay."
"Help!" Wes yelled and hit on the door. "Somebody please help! Help!" He hit on the door and got a splinter in his hand. He hissed and moved his hand back but couldn't see something through the dark. He looked at the door again and peaked through the keyhole.
"Someone will come and it will be safe", Wes whispered, closing his eyes.
"Help me", he called, his voice breaking slightly. "Nathan! Otto! Lucas! Austin! Alvaro! Justine! Mitch! Peter! Michael! Philip! Charles! Brad! Ethan! Joseph! William! Roger! Matt! Austin! Reed! Malcolm! Tom! Julian! Eric! Carl! John! Kim! Isaac! Rob! Eric! Brett! Help!" He sniffled. "Help!" He pounded on the door with all his might as he sobbed and after a bit his hands started shaking in fear.
His eyes snapped open when he realized it only made it darker and he started to panic. Trent felt the change in his friend and wondered what was going on? He tried to catch a look of his face but couldn't in the dark.
They must've been there for hours and actually they were. They were stuck in there for four hours before the police came and tore open the door, after getting an affirmative from Wes, a weak one but still an affirmative. Trent blinked when they opened the door and he hurried outside, not thinking of Wes.
"Wes?" he asked but got no reply. He turned back to the closet and saw his older friend sit on the floor, eyes wide but empty and his face pale.
He snapped with his fingers in front of Wes' eyes but got no reaction what so ever.
"Shorty", he asked and slowly moved his hand towards the boy's cheek. "Are you okay?" When he touched the pale cheek something flashed in the boy's eyes.
"Woah Wes easy", Trent said as his older brother jumped high at the touch to his shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah I'm fine", Wes stuttered and got up slowly, Trent helped him.
"YAOW!" Lucas exclaimed as Wes sunk his teeth into his hand. Wes stopped biting him and ran for the door. Lucas grabbed his arm but the kid screamed in terror and hit and clawed at him. Lucas lost his grip and the kid made a run for it again. But Mark stepped in and grabbed hold around the kid's middle. The frightened child screamed and screamed in terror and hit on Mark to get loose. But he was so weak that it didn't do any good and after just a little bit he fainted.
The policemen watched as the older of the two boys in the closet got out, looking physically sick. While the younger one seemed shaken about the whole shooting thing the older one seemed… sick.
"Oh God", one asked. "What happened to him?"
"Oh God", Justine said, being pale. "What happened to him?"
"I think", one of the others said. "That he is claustrophobic so he had a panic attack or something."
"I think", Mark said scooping the boy up. "That he is claustrophobic so he had a panic attack or something."
"He doesn't seem to really know what's going on or who we are", a third said. "But are we sure it's not the shooting that makes him this scared?"
"He didn't even know it was me", Lucas said leaving the closet, holding his good hand over the bite mark. "He tried to run because he was scared."
"No according to the boys from the big room across the hall the older boy is Wes and he was completely calm and in control when the alarms went off", the first one said. "Also… there has been a shooting before and he was part of it without any reactions like this." The police and Trent looked at Wes worriedly.
Mark looked at the boy in his arms. Wes looking worried and scared even in sleep and he whimpered slightly. Mark hoisted him up a bit so that the kid was leaning his head on Mark's shoulder.
Trent put his arm around Wes' shoulders.
"Let's get him to a hospital", Mark said and they hurriedly left. "We'll deal with the aftermath later, when he wakes up."
"Let's go to your room Wes", he said softly. "We'll deal with the aftermath later, when you're okay."
"I-I am o-okay", Wes stuttered but Trent just smiled softly and lead him off. The other Warblers following.
The Warblers spent the night in Wes' room. Talking about the shooting. No one had gotten hurt or killed, it was just some drunk idiot that ran into the school. Everyone was talking, everyone but Wes but no one really noticed that. Soon they all fell asleep. But they soon woke up by a terrified scream. Trent jumped up and noticed that Wes was screaming and clutching at his sheets while he looked as if he was in pain.
Mark's eyes snapped open when he heard whimpers from somewhere nearby. He opened his eyes and saw his little brother clutch at his sheets, while whimpering and looking as if he was in pain.
Trent hurried over while the rest were just staring. This was unheard of. Wes was never in pain or scared or… whatever could make you scream. Wes was panicking in his sleep so whatever he was dreaming had to be terrifying.
Mark hurriedly moved his chair closer and put his big hand on the thirteen-year-old's smaller and bandaged one. But when he touched it the kid pulled it away with a frightened scream. Mark jumped in shock but then grabbed the now flailing hand. The kid was panicking, whatever he was dreaming had to be terrifying.
"Wes," Trent said and put his hand on one of Wes' and the other on his shoulder. "Wes calm down." But Wes was still whimpering and trashing. Whatever was scaring him wouldn't let him wake up.
"Hey, hey little buddy calm down", he said and pulled the kid into his arms and held him. The kid was still whimpering and trashing a bit in his arms. Whatever was scaring him wouldn't let him wake up.
"Come on buddy", Trent said softly and moved the hand from his shoulder to Wes' head. "Wake up. You are safe now. There is no danger anymore. You are not in that closet. The place is open and light. We're here, can't you hear my voice and the others'? Come on buddy open those chocolate orbs for me."
"Come on little buddy", Mark whispered into his ear. "Wake up. You are safe now. There is no darkness anymore. You are not in that closet. The place is open and light. I'm here, can't you hear my voice? Come on little buddy open those chocolate orbs for me."
Wes screamed again and looked to be in pain. But then his hand flew out and clutched at Trent's pajama shirt. He seemed to calm down a bit and wasn't as tense.
The kid whimpered again and clutched at Mark's shirt, but he seemed to calm down a bit because he wasn't as tense.
"That's it buddy", Trent soothed and rubbed Wes arm softly, trying to calm him. "Open those eyes and look at me."
"That's it little buddy", Mark soothed and rocked the kid a bit to calm him even more. "Open those eyes and look at me."
Wes' eyes flew open and he gasped for breath. He looked up at all the boys watching him worriedly and his knuckle-whitening grip on Trent and his sheets loosened and he sat up. Running a hand through his hair, his sweat caused it to stand in every possible direction. The Warblers watched him worriedly.
The kid's eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Mark… and Mark felt a knife in his heart when he met those dark chocolate orbs. Last time he saw the kid there had been a glow in his eyes, even though he was sad, that showed a somewhat happy kid that felt safe… this was not it. The glow, or spark might be a better for for it, was gone. Those eyes had an insecure, scared and hurt look to them. This wasn't Wes that Mark held. This was Wesley, his eyes looked like they did when Mark first met him. The poor child had crawled back into himself during his time in that closet and God knows how long it would take to bring him back out again.
"Sorry", Wes said in a whisper.
"I-it's okay", Trent stuttered. "Did… did you have a nightmare?"
"…"
"What was that buddy?" David asked coming closer.
"Nothing… it was nothing."
"But Wes it seemed horrible", Jeff said.
"Mark", Wesley asked in a whisper.
"Yeah little buddy, I'm here", Mark said and patted the boy's soft hair gently. "Don't you worry. You are safe now."
"…"
"What was that buddy?"
"Jesse locked me in."
"He locked you in? Why?"
"I don't remember", Wes mumbled so softly that the Warblers nearly didn't hear it. He didn't even look at them. He was holding a hand to his mouth now instead and the other he held Trent's hand with. He was looking at the wall opposite him and he was trembling like a leaf. Trent decided to try to help so he sat down beside Wes and pulled him into a sideways hug. He put the covers over both of them and held his friend close.
"I don't remember", Wesley whispered in such a tiny voice that Mark nearly didn't hear it. The kid didn't even look at him. He was holding a hand to his mouth and the other he held on Mark's arm. He was looking at the wall opposite him and he was trembling like a leaf. Mark moved so that the kid was actually lying on him. Mark put the cover over both of them and held the boy close.
"You're safe now Wes", he said and rubbed his friend's arm. "They found us."
"You are safe now Wes", he said and rubbed the boy's back. "We found you."
"They came…" Wes mumbled.
"No one came", Wesley whispered brokenly and still in that barely hearable voice. "I screamed and screamed but no one came… Everyone just left me… I'm all alone…"
"Exactly", Trent said. "Whatever is so horrible you can tell us about it."
"No you are not alone", Mark said sternly. "You got me and the Warblers."
"N-no", Wes stuttered and shook his head.
"They didn't come…" Wesley sobbed.
"Wes please we want to help", Trent said softly. "Anything we can sing for you we will. Anything we can do we will. Just tell us what you need."
The singing didn't work this time and Wesley continued to cry and Mark watched him cry himself to sleep with a heavy heart. He would found out tomorrowwhatexactly had happened the past few days.
"Jerry", Wes said and the Warblers looked confused. "I need Jerry…" Wes wished Jerry was there. Jerry would chase away every dark feeling, everything that hurt. Jerry would help. His little brothers wanted to but they couldn't. Only Jerry could. He wished Jerry was there.
Mark also found himself wishing that Jerry was there. Jerry would be the best comfort Wesley could ever get, but Jerry couldn't be there… not in the flesh anyway. Mark made a decision at that moment. He was going to call Jerry and have him record a video of himself talking to Wesley and then show the kid. Most likely it would help.
"Who's Jerry", Kurt asked.
"Just…" Wes said and moved away from Trent. "Leave."
"Why", David asked.
"I need… space", Wes said and closed his eyes, looking really bothered by something. "Please."
"Of course", Thad said and the Warblers one by one left, looking at Wes worriedly.
The next couple of days the Warblers spent trying to figure out who this Jerry guy was. Wes was still sick or whatever it was and hadn't been to classes yet. It was Friday, a week after the shooting and Wes was still in his own personal hell… or something and it was this Friday that they finally figured out who Jerry was. By the help of the seniors from the year before and the year before that and the year before that. They finally found out who Jerry was, contacted him and he promised that he would be there.
The next day Jerry Jonston walked into the Dragon and headed straight for the room where his little brother was living. He'd been told about how his little brother locked himself and another boy into the very place he feared the most to keep the younger boy safe. He also knew that it was making Wes sick with fear.
The next day Lucas, Alvaro, Otto, Nathan and Kim walked through the hospital their little friend had been taken too. Their little buddy had been dehydrated and had to be hooked to an IV. He had been unconscious all day yesterday, after they found him in that closet. Jesse had gotten a hard time from all of them for that.
While he walks Jerry is thinking of what his little brother might be feeling right now. He soon reached the door and knocked on it before stepping inside.
The group talked calmly amongst themselves and soon reached their friend's room. Lucas knocked on the door before they stepped in and smiled when he came in.
"Hi kiddo", he said softly and walked over to the bed where Wes was sitting. The younger boy looked up at him and Jerry felt his heart ache. He saw in those eyes the same fear he hadn't seen in years. Where was the happy glow? Where was the sureness and strength they usually possessed? They were nearly lifeless and full of fear, sadness and hurt. This was not Wes… this was Wesley.
"Hi Wes, Mark", he greeted and walked over. He had a smile on his face but it dropped when the younger boy looked up at him. Those eyes were not the eyes he'd gotten used to since school started. Where was the happy glow? Where was the sureness and strength they usually possessed? They were nearly lifeless… and full of fear, sadness and hurt. This was not Wes… this was Wesley.
Wesley looked up at him, before looking away and while he did he rubbed his arm with a shaking hand. Jerry shook himself before walking over and sat down at the foot of the bed. He put his hand on Wesley's ankle and smiled when the younger looked up at him.
He looked away from them and rubbed his arm with a bandaged hand. Lucas shook himself before walking over and sitting down at the foot of the bed. He put his hand on Wesley's ankle and smiled when the kid looked up at him.
"Hi there kiddo", he said. "How are you feeling?"
"Hi there Shorty", he said. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay", Wesley said so low that Jerry almost missed it. After he said it he averted his eyes again. Jerry narrowed his eyes.
"Not too bad", Wesley said so low that Lucas almost missed it. After he said it he averted his eyes again. Lucas narrowed his own and looked at Mark.
"Wes look at me", he said. His tone was stern, but not scolding and Wesley looked up at him and his eyes were sad. "What is it? What's wrong kiddo?"
"Wes look at me." His tone was stern, but not scolding and Wesley looked up at him and his eyes were sad. "What is it? What's wrong Shorty?"
"Nothing", Wesley whispered and averted his gaze but this time Jerry would have nothing of it. He moved so he was sitting beside Wesley instead. He put two fingers underneath his chin and forced his head up a bit.
"Nothing", Wesley whispered and averted his gaze but this time Lucas would have nothing of it. He moved so he was sitting beside Wesley instead. He put two fingers underneath his chin and forced his head up a bit.
"Look at me", Jerry said in a commanding tone. When Wesley still averted his gaze he put in more authority in his voice. "Wes look at me." Slowly Wes looked into his eyes and Jerry saw all the hurt there, it practically screamed.
"Look at me", Lucas said in a commanding tone. When Wesley still averted his gaze he put in more authority in his voice. "Wes,lookat me." Slowly Wesley looked into his eyes and Lucas saw all the hurt there, it practically screamed.
What is going on", Jerry asked gently. "Tell me, what is wrong?"
"What is going on", Lucas asked gently. "Tell me, what is wrong?"
"Nothing", Wesley whispered again and averted his gaze yet again.
"Nothing", Wesley whispered again and averted his gaze yet again.
"It doesn't look like nothing since you can't even look at me", Jerry said. "Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? You haven't acted like this around me since… I made that mistake."
"It doesn't look like nothing since you can't even look at me", Lucas said. "Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? You haven't acted like this around me since… I madethatmistake."
Wesley didn't look at him and Jerry sighed.
"I told myself I never wanted you to have a reason to look at me like that ever again", he went on, ignoring the tears forming behind his eyes. He was remembering Wesley's words to him when they went to him in Alvaro's room. He remembered him asking:
"Where were you when I needed you", the kid asked drowsily, obviously having a fever as well.
"At the wrong place", Jerry said and pulled the kid into his arms hugging him. "I'm so sorry kiddo, I should have been there. Ishouldhave been there."
"I told myself I never wanted you to have a reason to look at me like that ever again", Lucas went on, ignoring the discussion behind him. He was remembering Wesley's words to Jerry when they went to him in Alvaro's room. He remembered Wesley ask Jerry:
"Where were you when I needed you", the kid asked drowsily, obviously having a fever as well.
"At the wrong place", Jerry said and pulled the kid into his arms hugging him. "I'm so sorry kiddo, I should have been there. Ishouldhave been there."
He pulled Wes into his embrace and felt the younger boy break as he started to cry.
"I promised I would always be there remember", Jerry asked.
"Then where were you", Wes asked, his voice cracking in grief. "Where were you when I needed you? I needed you and you weren't there! I was so afraid! But I couldn't do anything to express it because I had to protect Trent! I had to keep him safe and I put myself in my nightmares to do that. I didn't want to be scared because it was so long ago but I got scared anyway and I'm weak Jerry! I'm pathetic and stupid for being afraid of the dark and a closet when there is a mad man on the loose that is scaring everyone else. I was just afraid of the dark! Jerry please make the dark and terrors go away! Jerry please!"
"Then where were you", he asked, his voice cracking in grief. "Any of you when I needed you? Where were you when I screamed your names over and over again? Where were you when I was scared? Where were you when I was panicking? Where were you when I got hurt? Where were you when I needed you?" He started sobbing and Lucas pulled him into a tight hug. "I needed you and you weren't there! I needed all of you but you didn't come! I was so afraid! I screamed and cried and hit at the door and panicked and screamed and screamed and screamed… where were you?"
Jerry was at a loss of words at first but it didn't last long as he felt Wesley hug him tightly.
Lucas didn't know what to say but he didn't have to say anything because Kim said it for him.
"Hey you are not pathetic Wes", he said and held him close and rubbed his back. "Everyone gets scared and you are so brave for putting yourself in what you fear most just to keep your younger friend safe. You are so brave kiddo and yes it was long ago you last had a scare like this but it doesn't matter. People get scared all the time kiddo… me too."
Wesley looked at him before burying his face in Jerry's shoulder. Jerry only held him and rubbed his back. He then looked up when there was a knock on the door. The Warblers entered and looked at him with gazes that asked what was going on. He sighed.
Wesley looked at the group around him before burying his face in Lucas' shoulder. Lucas only held him and rubbed his back. Mark sighed.
"Wes is claustrophobic", he explained and the boys looked at him. "And he hates being locked in. His grandparents used to lock him into small, dark rooms as a punishment for the slightest of things."
"Wes is claustrophobic", he explained and the boys looked at him. "And he hates being locked in, I figure that much anyway. His gramps and grams used to lock him into small, dark rooms to hide him from his stepmom and her kids."
The Warblers gaped in shock, they had no idea of Wesley's past after all. But instead of asking questions they just watched their strong leader need someone else to look after him for once.
Kim gaped in shock he had no idea of Wesley's past after all. Nathan grabbed him by the arm and pulled him outside to tell him Wesley's story, while the others focused on the small teenager.
"Oh when I get my hands on those fucking bastards", Jeff growled darkly and clenched his hands into fists. "How dare they do that to our Wessy?! It's bloody child abuse!"
"Oh when I get my hands on those fucking bastards", Alvaro growled darkly and clenched his hands into fists. "How dare they do that to a little kid?! It's bloody child abuse!"
Jerry then told them about Wes being locked up in his early time at Dalton and of his panic attack back then. He also told them that the dark and small spaces were Wesley's only scare as far as he knew. The Warblers all knew that if they had been in this kind of position they would've cracked long ago. They would never be able to stand what their older brother had been going through all his life. Most of them did come from loving families and they couldn't understand how someone couldn't love their own grandchild. It was wrong on so many levels.
Mark knew that if he had been in this kind of position he would have ended his life long ago. He would never be able to stand what this boy had been going through since he learned how to talk, to walk… to be. Mark came from a loving family and he couldn't understand how someone couldn't love their own child. It was wrong at so many levels.
Wesley was such a sweet guy that it was hard to not like him and when he had this broken aura around him, every single mature being in this world wanted to care for him. Jerry had seen it, Ma Trixie at the Bean was drawn to him like bees to flowers and Carmichael and Ms. Lincoln were also drawn to him. Everyone wanted to help him. Because he was a sweet guy and he deserved love and care more than any other troubled soul at Dalton.
Wesley was such a sweet kid that it was hard to not like him and when he had this broken aura around him, every single mature being in this world wanted to care for him. Mark had seen it, Ma Trixie at the Bean was drawn to him like bees to flowers and Carmichael and Ms. Lincoln were also drawn to him. Everyone wanted to help him. Because he was a sweet kid and he deserved love and care more than any other troubled soul at Dalton.
Trent had decided long ago that Wesley was the strongest person he'd ever met and what he'd found out just now didn't make that belief waver at all. Wesley was so strong, it was just a shame that he didn't see it himself right now.
Mark had decided long ago that Wesley was the strongest person he'd ever met and what he'd found out just now didn't make that belief waver at all. Wesley was so strong, it was just a shame he couldn't see it himself.
"Why do my life have to be so pathetic", Wesley asked again. "Why am I so pathetic."
"You are not pathetic kiddo", Jerry said and hugged him tightly. "You will never be pathetic in any of our eyes."
"But why do I feel like it then?"
"What is it about me that makes people despise me so much", Wesley mumbled.
"What do you mean", Lucas asked. "We don't despise you!"
"But why do I feel so alone then", Wesley asked sadly. "I feel like this place going to be ripped away from me too. As soon as I start to feel safe something happens and I lose it… Why do I always have to feel alone?" That made Alvaro angry, not at Wesley but at how unfair it was that he had to feel like it.
"When I was littler", Wesley whispered. "I dreamt to find someone that wanted me in his or her family… but as soon as I think I find that someone I lose them again… Is it a dream that's too big… should I dream smaller… should I stop feeling?"
"Because you think that you have to be strong for everyone and not show any weakness even though it is human." Jerry held him tightly. "Kiddo we all love you and just because you got scared we don't think any less of you. Whenever you need us we're there."
Wesley looked at him.
"Really", he asked.
"I'm here am I not", Jerry asked fondly and wiped the tears off of Wesley's cheeks. "And your little brothers spent the week finding me so that I could help you and they are still here." Wesley looked up then and saw all his little brothers watch him with nothing but love in their eyes.
"We all love you kiddo", Jerry said.
"I love you too…" Wesley… no… Wes mumbled and looked at Jerry. Most of the terror was gone from his eyes, due to Jerry being there and holding him. Chasing the horrors away. Instead of feeling cold and scared he felt loved and warm and it only intensified when the others joined into the hug. And especially when Trent thanked him for being so brave and putting himself through hell to keep him safe. Wes smiled softly at that and Jerry kissed the top of his head. There were all just sitting there, hugging.
When he stopped singing the only sound in the room was from Wesley's sobs and the older boys all moved to him and Alvaro. Otto and Nathan crouched down to hug Wesley while Lucas, Kim and Mark put their arms around Alvaro and Wesley at the same time. They just stood there, hugging.
"You know something", Wes whispered to Jerry.
"What", Jerry asked.
"This is like déjà vu... but different."
Jerry just smiled and held the kid that needed him close.
This is the weirdest but also one of the oneshots I'm most proud of for some reason :P
Here you go, feel free to send me request by review or pm ;) And I'll see what I can do about it :D
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