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Chapter 5~ Finders Keepers, Keepers Weepers
You could hear a pin drop, as the Doctor began to speak again, "We found you a match," He repeated, thinking Bosco hadn't heard him the first time.
Davis dropped the pen he had been repeatedly clicking, and Sully stood up. Faith's hands and tongue seemed tied.
"Yeah, and?" Bosco rolled his hand. The Doctor held the clipboard in front of himself, with both hands. "While visiting Prisoner number five sixty one, an officer, who shall remain nameless, called to the attention, what had happened to you." Bosco's mouth dropped. How the hell did they find Mikey?
"He agreed to go under the knife, as you say, and, we believe he is a good match. I've checked all the stats, figures, stati-" Bosco interrupted him, "He agreed? How the hell did you get him to do that, actually, how the hell did you find him? I've been trying to-" "It wasn't as hard as you may think. Once we checked your records at the station, we found out the trouble that your brother ran into, a year and a half ago. That's when we proceeded to find out which correction facility he was assigned to, and, we've managed to convince him, its in his best interest to donate. He found things rather." The Doctor searched for the right word, "appealing."
"What kind of bargain did you have to make with him? That I'll give him my lung, so he can smoke and sniff more shit?" The Doctor rubbed his face, and took a step towards the bed. "The point is, Officer, we have a match for you. And," he cleared his throat, signaling Bosco to stop groaning, "we'll be ready for surgery at any moment. So," He looked around at the other officers, "we will have to get you prepped for the procedure." Everyone got the hint. They said goodbye to Bosco, Faith hugging him, and they walked nervously, to the waiting room.
"How long do you think he'll be in there?" Faith wondered aloud. Davis and Sully didn't have the answer she was looking for. "These things take a while, Faith. You know that. Hell, we've been in this room too many times, to know that for a fact." Sully hated this room. There could be some great things heard in here, like the laughter of a brand new baby, meeting its father for the first time, but, equally, some horrible news, could, and has, been given in this room, as well. He was all too familiar with the second story, being an officer, you take the risk of getting shot, stabbed, even killed, everyday on the job. But somehow, being in danger out here, helping, and making a difference, seemed, and was, a hell of a lot better then sitting at home, and just watching, saying how sorry you feel about it.
When hour two rolled around, Faith and Davis had taken to napping. Sully looked at them, sighed, and watched the clock tick away. He didn't want to imagine what Bosco was going through right now.
Bosco continued running down the jagged path, towards what, he didn't know. He couldn't figure out what he had forgotten, or rather, had done, the last time he had come to this place. What was this place?
He had seen Lord of the Rings, plenty of fantasy, but, he had never dreamed of something so vivid. It was as though he was really out on a call, Faith stumbling at his side.
"I know what you're here for." A young woman greeted them. Bosco stared at her. If she was a kid, he'd shoot himself for thinking what he was, when he woke up. "Where is he?" Faith asked her, and the girl winked at Bosco, while she pointed at a house to the back of her.
Bosco didn't understand how Faith knew what they were doing, and why they were here.
"Let's go. Five Five David, responding!" Faith grabbed a hold of Bosco's tee-shirt, and they ran for the house.
Once they reached it, Bosco saw something that made his stomach churn. He really shouldn't have had that latté.
His mother was inside, banging on the windows, screaming and crying for Bosco to help her.
Even if it was a dream, Bosco started hurling boulders towards the glass. In times of desperation, strength can be found.
"Bosco! What are you doing?" Faith tried to stop Bosco from throwing a log into the house. He looked at her. She looked demonic.
"Get away from me." He hissed, as he shoved her away, and leapt for the window.
"Maurice!" He looked at his mom through the window. It was just like that night, she had been beaten, and was sitting up in a hospital bed. Bosco couldn't even say the guy's name, without wanting to kill something.
"Ma, I'm coming! Just stand back!" That was the last that he saw his mom, as her figure disappeared, and he was left standing in a park of some kind.
People were all around, some looking at him, others, peering down at a hole in the ground.
What had happened to his mom? What about that house?
Bosco scratched at his shirt, only to find, he was now wearing a suit.
"What's going on?" He whispered to no one in particular, but Sully put a hand on his shoulder, and looked at him mournfully.
"I'm sorry, Bosco." He said quietly. Bosco still didn't get what was going on.
He must have looked as confused as he felt, because that's when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Maurice, would you like to say something?" A priest stood before him, and Bosco's mouth slowly started to open.
As Bosco studied this man, he noticed something. Instead of the 'Bible', he was holding some sort of manual, or study booklet.
"Can I see that?" Bosco asked, as the father nodded and handed him the wrinkled book.
As he flipped through it, his eyes opened wide.
"What the hell is going on here.." he wondered, and everyone stopped.
"Aren't you going to say something about Rose?" Faith looked strangely at her partner, and Bosco's mouth opened as wide as his eyes, as he met her gaze.
"Wh-what?" Now was the time Bosco wished someone would slap him awake, throw water on him, do something, get him out of this place.
"Aren't you going to say something to your mother?" Faith repeated her question in a different manner.
Bosco dropped the book, and started tearing at his suit, he prayed he'd wake up soon, that this really was a dream, that his mother wasn't dead, that he wasn't seeing what he was seeing. He watched, as The box opened, revealing his mom. He pinched, slapped, hit, and kicked himself, trying to make himself, wake up. It wasn't working.
"Bosco! What the hell are you doing?" Davis was the one now, trying to calm him down. He looked at Davis, like he was a stranger.
He stared straight ahead. This wasn't real. This was just him daydreaming. But wasn't a daydream supposed to be a good thing? He didn't know anything anymore.
Then, he saw something that pissed him off. His father was leaning over the casket, and telling his mom, he wanted her to go to hell.
As he lunged for the man, the scene Bosco had just become used to, started to crumble, like a bad puzzle.
He kept grasping the air in front of him, cursing, every time he missed a shot at his father.
If this was his future, he never wanted to live it. He'd have to do everything in his power to avoid coming to this point, coming this far. The problem was, he had no clue where this mess was started, which path he could have possibly have taken to get there, even if it was a sign, or a future telling. For all he knew, he could have already have started down the path, leading to his mom's funeral.
Bosco saw a light shine into his eyes. He wanted them to shut it off. Whoever them was.
"Bosco?" someone was shaking his shoulder. "Geroff me." He mumbled, as he went to turn over. His eyes shot open, Faith was sitting beside his bed. He was still in the hospital. He was still alive. "Faith!" he started panicking. "Bosco, calm down! You're fine. You just got out of surgery. The Doc said it went perfectly" She smiled, as she lightly pushed Bosco back down on the bed.
"Where's Ma?" He asked, he could care less about anything else right now. Faith looked at him oddly, "Rose? She's right outside the room. I told you she was coming to visit you."
Bosco let a breath out. 'Thank God.' He thought. If anything ever happened to his mother, he didn't know where he'd be. He didn't even want to think about that possibility.
"She's been yelling at the Doctor." Faith grinned. "What, why?" Bosco frowned. "She doesn't think this room is big enough. And something about the color."
Davis laughed, "I think it was the windows." "Maybe the people." Sully chuckled.
Bosco rolled his eyes. Moms will be mom's. The point was, they were all ok. At this stage of his life, all that mattered to him was all that he had. He didn't wish, pray, or ask, for anything more then that.
Chapter 5~ Finders Keepers, Keepers Weepers
You could hear a pin drop, as the Doctor began to speak again, "We found you a match," He repeated, thinking Bosco hadn't heard him the first time.
Davis dropped the pen he had been repeatedly clicking, and Sully stood up. Faith's hands and tongue seemed tied.
"Yeah, and?" Bosco rolled his hand. The Doctor held the clipboard in front of himself, with both hands. "While visiting Prisoner number five sixty one, an officer, who shall remain nameless, called to the attention, what had happened to you." Bosco's mouth dropped. How the hell did they find Mikey?
"He agreed to go under the knife, as you say, and, we believe he is a good match. I've checked all the stats, figures, stati-" Bosco interrupted him, "He agreed? How the hell did you get him to do that, actually, how the hell did you find him? I've been trying to-" "It wasn't as hard as you may think. Once we checked your records at the station, we found out the trouble that your brother ran into, a year and a half ago. That's when we proceeded to find out which correction facility he was assigned to, and, we've managed to convince him, its in his best interest to donate. He found things rather." The Doctor searched for the right word, "appealing."
"What kind of bargain did you have to make with him? That I'll give him my lung, so he can smoke and sniff more shit?" The Doctor rubbed his face, and took a step towards the bed. "The point is, Officer, we have a match for you. And," he cleared his throat, signaling Bosco to stop groaning, "we'll be ready for surgery at any moment. So," He looked around at the other officers, "we will have to get you prepped for the procedure." Everyone got the hint. They said goodbye to Bosco, Faith hugging him, and they walked nervously, to the waiting room.
"How long do you think he'll be in there?" Faith wondered aloud. Davis and Sully didn't have the answer she was looking for. "These things take a while, Faith. You know that. Hell, we've been in this room too many times, to know that for a fact." Sully hated this room. There could be some great things heard in here, like the laughter of a brand new baby, meeting its father for the first time, but, equally, some horrible news, could, and has, been given in this room, as well. He was all too familiar with the second story, being an officer, you take the risk of getting shot, stabbed, even killed, everyday on the job. But somehow, being in danger out here, helping, and making a difference, seemed, and was, a hell of a lot better then sitting at home, and just watching, saying how sorry you feel about it.
When hour two rolled around, Faith and Davis had taken to napping. Sully looked at them, sighed, and watched the clock tick away. He didn't want to imagine what Bosco was going through right now.
Bosco continued running down the jagged path, towards what, he didn't know. He couldn't figure out what he had forgotten, or rather, had done, the last time he had come to this place. What was this place?
He had seen Lord of the Rings, plenty of fantasy, but, he had never dreamed of something so vivid. It was as though he was really out on a call, Faith stumbling at his side.
"I know what you're here for." A young woman greeted them. Bosco stared at her. If she was a kid, he'd shoot himself for thinking what he was, when he woke up. "Where is he?" Faith asked her, and the girl winked at Bosco, while she pointed at a house to the back of her.
Bosco didn't understand how Faith knew what they were doing, and why they were here.
"Let's go. Five Five David, responding!" Faith grabbed a hold of Bosco's tee-shirt, and they ran for the house.
Once they reached it, Bosco saw something that made his stomach churn. He really shouldn't have had that latté.
His mother was inside, banging on the windows, screaming and crying for Bosco to help her.
Even if it was a dream, Bosco started hurling boulders towards the glass. In times of desperation, strength can be found.
"Bosco! What are you doing?" Faith tried to stop Bosco from throwing a log into the house. He looked at her. She looked demonic.
"Get away from me." He hissed, as he shoved her away, and leapt for the window.
"Maurice!" He looked at his mom through the window. It was just like that night, she had been beaten, and was sitting up in a hospital bed. Bosco couldn't even say the guy's name, without wanting to kill something.
"Ma, I'm coming! Just stand back!" That was the last that he saw his mom, as her figure disappeared, and he was left standing in a park of some kind.
People were all around, some looking at him, others, peering down at a hole in the ground.
What had happened to his mom? What about that house?
Bosco scratched at his shirt, only to find, he was now wearing a suit.
"What's going on?" He whispered to no one in particular, but Sully put a hand on his shoulder, and looked at him mournfully.
"I'm sorry, Bosco." He said quietly. Bosco still didn't get what was going on.
He must have looked as confused as he felt, because that's when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Maurice, would you like to say something?" A priest stood before him, and Bosco's mouth slowly started to open.
As Bosco studied this man, he noticed something. Instead of the 'Bible', he was holding some sort of manual, or study booklet.
"Can I see that?" Bosco asked, as the father nodded and handed him the wrinkled book.
As he flipped through it, his eyes opened wide.
"What the hell is going on here.." he wondered, and everyone stopped.
"Aren't you going to say something about Rose?" Faith looked strangely at her partner, and Bosco's mouth opened as wide as his eyes, as he met her gaze.
"Wh-what?" Now was the time Bosco wished someone would slap him awake, throw water on him, do something, get him out of this place.
"Aren't you going to say something to your mother?" Faith repeated her question in a different manner.
Bosco dropped the book, and started tearing at his suit, he prayed he'd wake up soon, that this really was a dream, that his mother wasn't dead, that he wasn't seeing what he was seeing. He watched, as The box opened, revealing his mom. He pinched, slapped, hit, and kicked himself, trying to make himself, wake up. It wasn't working.
"Bosco! What the hell are you doing?" Davis was the one now, trying to calm him down. He looked at Davis, like he was a stranger.
He stared straight ahead. This wasn't real. This was just him daydreaming. But wasn't a daydream supposed to be a good thing? He didn't know anything anymore.
Then, he saw something that pissed him off. His father was leaning over the casket, and telling his mom, he wanted her to go to hell.
As he lunged for the man, the scene Bosco had just become used to, started to crumble, like a bad puzzle.
He kept grasping the air in front of him, cursing, every time he missed a shot at his father.
If this was his future, he never wanted to live it. He'd have to do everything in his power to avoid coming to this point, coming this far. The problem was, he had no clue where this mess was started, which path he could have possibly have taken to get there, even if it was a sign, or a future telling. For all he knew, he could have already have started down the path, leading to his mom's funeral.
Bosco saw a light shine into his eyes. He wanted them to shut it off. Whoever them was.
"Bosco?" someone was shaking his shoulder. "Geroff me." He mumbled, as he went to turn over. His eyes shot open, Faith was sitting beside his bed. He was still in the hospital. He was still alive. "Faith!" he started panicking. "Bosco, calm down! You're fine. You just got out of surgery. The Doc said it went perfectly" She smiled, as she lightly pushed Bosco back down on the bed.
"Where's Ma?" He asked, he could care less about anything else right now. Faith looked at him oddly, "Rose? She's right outside the room. I told you she was coming to visit you."
Bosco let a breath out. 'Thank God.' He thought. If anything ever happened to his mother, he didn't know where he'd be. He didn't even want to think about that possibility.
"She's been yelling at the Doctor." Faith grinned. "What, why?" Bosco frowned. "She doesn't think this room is big enough. And something about the color."
Davis laughed, "I think it was the windows." "Maybe the people." Sully chuckled.
Bosco rolled his eyes. Moms will be mom's. The point was, they were all ok. At this stage of his life, all that mattered to him was all that he had. He didn't wish, pray, or ask, for anything more then that.