Chapter Eleven

Snow White and the Moose in the Kitchen

DivineAngel

Note: Hey! Sorry it is taking me SO long to post this story! Ah, I have been really busy. I promise I am gonna try real hard to get my butt working and post at least a chapter a week. Funny that was my original goal, BUT! Hopefully the weekend will help me out a little. N E way, thanks to all the peopel who keep reviewing me and are being SO patient! That patience is more appreciated then I could ever tell you. Okie dokie, here's chapter 11, yeah, sorry it's a short once, but I'll see if I can get chapter 12 part 1 up super soon just becuase of that. Thanks again! Enjoy!

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He tried to walk as quiet as he could. Gene had said she was out but, who know what that really meant. Maybe that was a deep sleep, or a light sleep.then again she could be unconscious. His blue eyes slowly letting the door click shut behind him before creeping towards the large queen bed inside Mel's room. Smiling down at the soft breathing the thin red hair admitted, still in her small white dress and sneakers. "Mm" He grinned hard, sighing lightly as he ran his hand onto her face. She was so soft, and so so out. Gene was right for once. He focused on her face before frowning slightly, her eyes were swollen, she had been crying. Mel had probably knocked her out to help her stop. He frowned upset suddenly, a rush of guilt sweeping over him.

"Jim?" He jumped, turning around fast to the open bedroom door and raven hair looking in at him. "I think I accidentally, well I." She trailed frowning. "I didn't really know how much to give her." He grinned hard watching her beckon for him to come. "Come on I heated you up something for you to eat." She gave him a warm smile as he started for her before passing by into the hall.

"Mel this place looks great." He shot her a strong grin watching her smile as she gave a small shrug to his blue eyes running over the place

"Yeah well we.we didn't have anything to do so we cleaned up some." She whispered, as soft sad but hopeful look in her eyes and face. She wanted everyone to get better. Wanted to do anything she could to help everyone just.feel better. To bad there was nothing.

"Some?" He chuckled looking around, almost everything had been cleaned. Even the small ridiculous stuff they never used. Never mind thought to clean.

"Yes." She looked down as she did a small smile. "Oh, and Aisha said to tell you. She left your moose in the fridge" She heard him laugh behind her as she walked into the kitchen, strong blonde following her.

He grinned looking down at the warm pork chop she gave him, even though he wasn't the least bit hungry it was the thought that was so great. His mind trying hard to think of an excuse as to why he couldn't eat it. He frowned slightly, he didn't feel good, he felt like puking. "Jim?" He glanced up at her concerned tone, her mocha eyes just watching him look at it as thought he would be sick. "Do you feel." She trailed lightly frowning slightly at him, watching him look away fast. Quickly sitting the dish down as though he might drop it.

The heat and sting running around the corner of his eyes and up his throat. Ahh what the hell is wrong with me! His head screamed, blue eyes closing quickly, trying to calm. I am home damnt! What the hell is my problem!? His face cringed, that was it. He was back, it was ok. Damnt he didn't want to cry anymore. Didn't want to act like a pussy now that he was back, now that Gene was watching him like a hawk.

"Jim?" She whispered his name before glancing around for Gene like she had seem him do quickly underneath his hair. He must be embarrassed, her mind mumbled lightly, her mocha eyes quickly moving forward. Gently hugging the strong light chest that didn't respond to her touch. He must not want Gene to see him like this, she frowned. Understandable, but dumb in a weird way. "Jim it's alright." She frowned upset, feeling him grip back as she said something. Familiar hands grabbing at the back of her light sky blue dress quickly. "Maybe you should go to sleep instead." She smiled with her words, even though he couldn't see it. Feeling him nod unsteadily to her suggestion. Slowly shuffling back as she tried to move, he wouldn't let go. "Jim." She frowned, this was starting to hurt. "Let go of me please Jim, your hurting me." She felt him nod, only griping her tighter as he half acknowledged what she said. "Jim!" She snapped at him feeling him let go immediately. Quickly stepping back to look straight at her, and as their eyes connected she stopped dead. -He's not trying to hide his face?- Her mind froze, mocha eyes just frowning at him concerned as she stared back. Somehow...he felt he could look at her but not at Gene. "Jim I want you to stay home do you understand me?" She whispered, and he nodded a quick few times before sniffling. Moving along with her as she gently placed her hand on his arm guiding him towards the stairs. "I missed you while you were gone. Everyone missed you, and.Gene missed you." She frowned watching his face do a hard frustrated snap as she mentioned the outlaw. "Please give him time to understand this." She spoke quiet and timid as they moved up the stairs. Watching him as she started lagging behind. "I think maybe. He is just confused and if you just give." She trailed as he stopped and turned to her from the top of the stairs. From where he didn't look like he had heard, or was listening to a word she was saying the entire way up. Now blue eyes watchign her, waiting for her to continue.. "Well I just think.I mean."She trailed watching him just wipe his mouth with the back of his hand before rubbing tears off his face. Her raven hair shaking no absently as she walked into the room he still shared with the outlaw and started pulling the bed open. He dully watched as if he had been up for days before slowly pulling his shirt off. Moving forward as she motioned for him to come, and he sunk into the bed exhausted as she smiled. Blonde hair sinking into the sheets jeans and all closing his eyes. "I'll tell Danny your sleeping if she gets up before you."

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"Aww no Geeene." She shot him a distressed whine as he lazily jammed the rest of the juicy warm meat into his mouth. Scarred dark eyes turning around to look at her soft raven hair rushing at him and taking the empty plate. "Gene I told Jim he could eat that." She frowned up at him lightly watching him chew lazily.

"So." He swallowed to a small shrug. "He would have if he wanted it, what's the big deal Mel?" He grinned at her watching her frown slightly as she looked back down at the empty plate she held before sighing heavily and moving it towards the sink. "Don't worry." He grinned leaning into her back lightly from where she stood filling the silver square with warm water to do the dishes. The hard smell of the musky-spicy soap he had just showered with running over her as he grinned. Leaning into her and dripping small beads of water from his hair onto her shoulder.. "Geez it's like the dead around here, where is everyone?" She smiled lightly as he stopped hugging her and moved towards the fridge.

"Sleeping." She smiled looking down at the soapy white suds that ran against her soft skin as she slowly let her hand dip in.

"Sleeping?!.Already?" He glanced at the clock, it was only 9:00.

"They've been sleeping since four." The large bubble popped against her finger as she moved her hand.

"Four!?" He frowned. Why the hell were they so dead tired? "Did you sleep?" She glanced at him from over her shoulder, shaking her head as she played in the water.

"No.did you?"

"Oh yeah." He grunted "I just stopped working and took a nap right there in the construction equipment." He gave her a sly grin as he leaned into the fridge listening to herlaugh as she turned back towards the sink. He had been working since five minutes after he dropped Jim off. "Are you going to bed then?" He cocked an eyebrow at her thin curved figure. Her soft cotton light blue moving slightly as it hung over her petite figure, arms moving around in the sudsy water.

"Yes." She smiled listening to his deep -well then I'll come with you. Wouldn't want to be lonely- "..Oh" She sighed. "I am sure Danniella will enjoy your company Gene."

"What?! Danniella?" He shot her a baffled frown as she glanced over smiling. "Shouldn't she be home now? Or with Jim if she isn't?" He made a face. Stupid Daniella messing up his plans. What in the world was she doing in Mel's room?

"Well ahh, she would be." the mocha eyes fell to the sink. "But she was.she's still asleep." She spit the fact fast. Waiting for the response before the small chuckle and then deep laughter. Unruly red hair laughing at the poor girl who was upstairs, drugged out for the last six hours. "Yeah funny." She sighed thinking of the unpleasant phone call she had had with the thicker red hair or Mrs. Daniella as Gene called her, on the phone. Explaining that her daughter was sleeping over there for reasons she couldn't explain herself.

"Well guess that means I am with Jim?" He grinned watching the back of her head nod as she suddenly unplugged the sink. She didn't want to do the stupid dishes anyway.

"I don't know why I plugged the sink." She turned around frowning at him "I never wanted to do the, the, stupid dishes now Gene." She watched him grin lovingly at her, and she frowned slightly.

"It's probably better if we just sleep all this off." He shrugged, pushing off the fridge and directly to her. "It's been some day." He hugged her to him gently, and she nodded. It had been a day, one hell of a day and he was tired. Sleeping with Jim wouldn't be so bad, though sleeping with Mel would have been better. But looking on the bright side -ah Mel's hair smelled good- he'd actually get some sleep while he needed it.

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He moved, reaching for something to fill his hand as he rolled onto his side. Blonde hair falling into his closed blue eyes as he lay in the dark bedroom on his side of the queen bed. His face frowning upset underneath his sleeping hair, dreaming.

***warning*** "I'll cut your throat." The mossy green eyes grinned at him, watching his panicked light features just glare up. Ignoring the sharp silvery blade of the knife pressing against his throat. "Why do you fight me every time James?" The man shook its head slowly at him, marveling. Because every time something new came he fought hard. Chains or no chains. Drugs or no drugs. Every time he fought, and every time, every time he lost. "Shhh" The blackish green hair grinned at him from where it sat straddling his chest. "Just don't think about it." The tanned eyes grinned watching him cringe upset as it slowly started unzipping its fly. "Come on now, just like last time." The mossy eyes smiled as they moved forward. Watching him fight hard to stay away from the sickening feeling eating his mouth and stomach; as the warm spread legs leaned towards his neck more, rubbing it's privates onto his face. ***warning*** "Ahha" He choked a sob as he kept his mouth as tightly locked as he could. The small -shhhhing- noises the man made cooing down to him. "Ahhaa..aaa."His blue eyes closed opening his mouth slowly to the sharp knife cutting into part of his face. His body waiting for the stinging to get bad. For the trickle of blood before he would budge some. So hopefully he could focus on the pain and knife instead of the warm thick piece of flesh pressing into his mouth and throat as he gagged. The warm sensation building around his neck from the sexual gratification he was giving involuntarily. The strong -shhhh- coming again as he kicked. His light arms pulling hard at the chains that were holding him as the weight on his chest shifted. Reaching back and unziping his fly before reaching inside and taking hold of him. Tanned face, black birthmark and mossy green eyes snapping back at his face with a grin. Anxious to watch the reaction as it squeezed to hard. Watching him twitch upset, choking slightly at the girth in his throat and mouth while shaking to the foreign male hand gently tugging him slowly. Feeling the him stiffen underneath its hand against his will as his closed eyes opened to a gagged sob. His body stiff, frozen, the member in his mouth hurting his throat as he tried to control his hips. Tried to make his body stop reacting, and his face contorted with the betrayal that it wouldn't and he couldn't make it.. The man was grinign with gratification and pleasure both mentally and sexually above him as he struggled. As he cried. As he pleaded again and again in his mind for someone to find him. Someone to help him. Someone to suddenly just know where he was and come. Before the image smeared. The cold hard insides of the van blurring to the open blue sky and soft grass he suddenly lay in. Blue eyes looking down at Daniella who was on top of him. Hands folded under her chin, on his chest in her soft pink sundress. Beautiful green eyes smiling up as she spoke. In his dream he couldn't hear her, but he remembered what she was saying. This memory was only a week old, and her soft voice giggled about the insane ice cream guy she saw earlier that day who almost fell over when.He grinned listening to her, his stronger hands playing with the soft under cotton of the short dress as she spoke. His fingers letting the smooth fabric slowly rub through them as he gently ticked the sides of her thighs, feeling her move, rubbing against him before her face disappeared. Her soft eyes looking down at his blue shirt and chest, kissing it slowly before glancing up.

"AHHH!" He screamed as she suddenly became the man and the van again. The tanned face grinning immediately at how afraid and helpless he was underneath him.

He felt a spark of panic fly through him as he bolted up fast. Unruly red hair running into his dark eyes as he shot up. Scarred hand snapping at the lamp on the small end table before yanking his castor up and aiming it at the foot of the bed listening to the table rock from his hard fast movement. Wild dark eyes darting frantically to the blonde hair thrashing around beside him sitting up fast to the loud smash the lamp admitted falling off the end table and busting.

"Gene!" He screamed as the bed shifted suddenly, picking up as the heavier weight of the outlaw scrambled out of it. The main and hall light snapping on as the dark eyes ran over the room before racing into the hall with stealth. Castor aiming ahead. His heart slamming hard in his chest as he listened to Gene walk to the end of the hall and look over the banister before trudging back. His blue eyes blinking slowly, trying to calm himself down. Iit was a dream, it was a dream, nothing more, nothing.

"Hey what the hell was that noise!?" Gene frowned coming back through the doorway. Reckless face growling at how calm and sleepy everything seemed when something had sent him and Jim bolting up. "You heard it." He nodded at the pale light face cringing upset. "What the hell was it?" He frowned annoyed as his eyes scanned the room again before landing back on Jim who only sat still looking at him. "Jim." His face slumped "Could you be any less helpful?" He gave the blonde a look as it swallowd slowly before licking its lips. The light chest and body covered with beads of sweat as it sat there slowly calming itself. "Don't tell me.that was you?" His frown softened watching Jim just continue to look down steadying itself. That was a definite yes. He dropping the castor back onto the bed as he moved along side the drenched blonde hair. "Hey?" He frowned slightly, laying a hand on the trembling shoulder watching Jim shake no and lean away some. "You alright there?" He was concerned, watching the yellow color nod at him as the light hand shoved him away. Moving the blankets to get up and groaning at the warm sticky sensation inside its pants. Jim eyes avoiding him as the blonde trudged to the dresser, grabbed new everything, and started into the hall. He fallowed. "Gene go..." Jim choked lightly, quickly swallowing to rid the cracked tones of it voice. "...Go back to sleep I am taking a shower." He growled lightly as the unruly color fallowed him into the bathroom. Scarred face watching un-entertained by his lies and useless tactics to avoid it.

"You have a nightmare?" The blue eyes frowned upset and disgusted as they glanced at him through the mirror. More so disgusted Gene was right, than with Gene himself. He had had a nightmare, just like a five year old. Dark eyes watching his shaky hand open the medicine cabinet slowly and look in for help. Scanning all the bottles and drugs and medicines. His shaky hand running along the top of them slowly. As he strained to see the labels through the heavy salt water impairing him. "Yeah I got it." The scarred hands reappeared suddenly. Guiding his shoulder back and to the side as the scarred hand pulled out the Resanol. A fever, runny nose, headache, muscle sore, stomach ache or anything, cramping, decongestant, allergy relief, anxiety, insomnia, curing thick purple liquid. It did cover just about everything. "Come on." The dark eyes frowned concerned as he willingly leaned into the sink with Gene's soft guide to it. Turning on the faucets quickly for cold water as he leaned into it for balance, listening to the outlaw open the dark bottle above him. "That must have been some nightmare." Gene sounded like he was grinning at him. Trying to lighten the situation as the dark eyes glanced down. Watching the cold beads of water run onto his face and into his hair he splashed it up before standing. "You feeling alright now?" The dark eyes shot him a sly grin as he stood up making eye contact. Leaning back into his legs with a heavy sigh as he looked at Gene through half open eyes. Ignoring the cold drops of water that kept dripping onto his bare shoulders and chest. Warm sly scarred face offering him a cup of that nasty thick medicine as he cocked a grin back. Quickly drinking it fast as he glanced at the shower. "The girls must be sleeping like the dead because I just smashed the lamp." Gene suddenly chuckled, over tired and humored as it leaned into the wall unsteadily. Smiling as he frowned at the taste in his mouth handing the cup back.

"Ours?" His voice had a raspy tone, but Gene ignored it and nodded.

"Yeah, ours." His sly grin chucked the small cup into the sink. He didn't really feel like cleaning it, and now didn't seem like a too bad time to let Mel, since she had basically ran out of things to clean after her spur with Daniella. Surprisingly enough. His face grinning hard as he watching Jim just sigh heavily as he roughed up the back of the light neck. The touch held reassurance that had developed with time, and Jim smiled slightly before looking at him. Frowning fast at the serious expression on his face, as he contemplated how to say what he wanted. "I have to go tomorrow." He spoke with a grin, watching his statement register with something lighter then immediate panic and concern. "I need to use Gilliam and I should be back soon. I just need you to keep an eye on things while I am gone." Jim was frowning unsteadily at him. Watching him continue his firm statement. "Got this under control?" He cocked an eyebrow at the blue eyes that nodded. "Good." He grin was more delighted then he was as Jim only swallowed hard and continued to say Nothing. He smacked the light shoulder with a soft approving grunt that said -you can do this-. Jim didn't want him to leave and he knew it but he had to go. Jim's eyes left him and stared to the side with a frown. Unwilling to ask him to stay. Unwilling to cough up an explanation for the request, and unwilling to seem any less capable of being able to do anything.

Dark eyes watching the humiliated blonde hair just stand there, as if in line to die before slowly glancing up as he yanked it forward. Blue eyes closing with hard secret relief as his scarred chest ran into the younger one. Like Jim, he was also taking a small moment to just relax, hugging the blonde hair for all its worth. Just like he had when it was younger. The light features scrunched up hard as it tried to take in as much as possible. He was already pulling back and gently shoving Jim off. It was different now then when Jim was younger. That few seconds was enough now, and he flashed a sly grin and quick punch into the light arm before muttering an -I am going back to bed-. Leaving the blonde behind him as he started into the hall. Blue eyes watching, wishing those seconds could have been, just a few seconds longer. It was harder to get physically close to Gene now, in comparison to when he was younger. Even now when no one was there, their hug was a few seconds if it came at all. Nothing the least bit more then it should be or even could be, but it was the fact Gene made the attempt that caused his long sigh. It was the fact Gene had known now was really one of those times he could give a hug and not get punched for coming out of left field and surprising him.

He grinned listening to the swearing back in their bedroom as the unruly hair growled at their lamp and floor. His blue eyes sighing heavily as he pushed at the side of the door watching it close as he flicked on the shower knob fast. Growling down as he started undoing his pants. It wasn't because he was happy during his dream that he released and he knew it. Every system in his body was filling to it's brim as it relived the awful event before finally cracking. Starting first with his breathing, then his eye movements, then small mumbles, small quick movements, his perspiration becoming hard and severe to slight tossing, his hands digging into the sheets on either side of him, to the slight hyperventilation before he released and screamed in terror.

Inside his head. He was alone.