Title: Punish the Children (6/?)
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: Ty's life becomes a living hell when he becomes the target of a man his father put in prison 25 years ago, endangering him and all those around him.
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Sully had been lying on the couch for quite some time, but he hadn't been able to get to sleep. It wasn't because the couch wasn't comfortable. There were plenty of nights when he fell asleep in front of the t.v. and would end up spending the night on the couch. Rather it was because he knew that Ty was still awake. Every so often, he would hear the barely audible sound of sobs from the bedroom. He had considered going in there, to try and comfort his partner, but had decided it was best to leave him alone with his grief for now. If Ty wanted him, he knew where to find him. Finally, the occasional sobs ceased, leaving only silence. Sully hoped that Ty had managed to drop off to sleep and that it would be a peaceful rest. Feeling a bit more ease about his partner, Sully allowed his own eyes to close...
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"Krista?" Ty's voice was barely a whisper as he stared at her, unable to believe his eyes. "I thought...Krista I thought..."
"It's alright, Ty. I'm here. I'm fine. I'm so sorry that I scared you like that." She smiled a dazzling smile as she beckoned for him to approach her. "Come here...I've missed you."
He looked back at her apprehensively. He had never seen her look more beautiful. She was wearing a shimmering white gown, which gently clung to the curves of her body. "You're really alright?" he asked, cautiously taking a few steps in her direction.
"I'm perfectly fine, Ty, but I'll be better when I have your arms around me." She smiled again, her eyes dancing with mischief.
He finally smiled back at her, unable to resist. Dropping his defenses and allowing himself to have faith, he quickly started towards her. It wasn't until she was almost within his reach that her image was engulfed in flames...
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Sully hadn't been asleep for very long at all, when the sound of Ty's screams jarred him from his slumber. "No, please, Krista, no!" His heart pounding, Sully quickly got off the couch and opened the bedroom door, turning on the light. Ty was thrashing about wildly under the covers. Sully went over to the bed and gently grabbed his partner, trying to get him out of the nightmare.
"Ty...Ty come on, it's me, Sully. You're okay. It's alright," he said soothingly as he rubbed Ty's back. "Come on, Ty, wake up."
"Sully?" Finally Ty's eyes opened and he looked around in confusion. "Wh...where am I? What's going on?"
"You're in my apartment..."
Ty looked back at Sully for a few moments and then the painful realization came to him. "She...she's gone, isn't she?"
"I'm so sorry..."
"I saw her...in my dream...she was fine...she never looked so beautiful and then...she just burst into flames...God, Sully. I keep thinking about it, imagining what it was like for her. What if she knew, Sully? What if she knew?"
"She didn't know," Sully stated as firmly as he could. "You just have to believe that. It isn't going to help to think otherwise."
"Help who? Help me?" Ty gave a scornful laugh as he shook his head. "I don't care if it helps me. I don't deserve to be helped."
Sully sighed as he massaged his temples with his hand. He was really tired and was starting to feel unable to cope with Ty's state of mind as well as he wanted to. "If you rigged your car with explosives, then fine, you don't deserve to be helped," he snapped, "but if you didn't, it's time to start putting the blame on the person who did it and trying to figure out who that person is."
"Well I'm sorry I'm upset that my girlfriend was killed tonight."
"Upset is one thing, Ty..." Sully stated, softening his tone once more, "but blaming yourself is entirely something else. You know...Krista would hate the fact that you're blaming yourself this way. She would never want this."
Ty stared down at the bed, not bothering to respond to Sully. All he knew right now were the raw emotions he was experiencing. He felt like he just had no control over what he was feeling.
Sully sat there, his eyes on his partner, unsure of what to say. Memories of when Ty's dad had been killed were beginning to surface...memories of a grief-stricken 11-year-old boy, tears streaming down his face as he stood by his mother's side at his father's gravesite, trying to be brave. He felt as helpless now as he had felt on that day. "You're exhausted...you need to sleep," he finally said.
"I can't sleep," Ty protested, a slight tremor in his voice. "Whenever I close my eyes, all I see are flames. I can't do it, Sully. I don't want to."
"Then come on back out to the living room," Sully suggested gently. "We'll try to find something on t.v. or we'll talk...whatever you want..."
"Alright," Ty nodded after thinking that over. He didn't want to go back to sleep. He was afraid to...afraid of the nightmares... "Thanks Sully."
"No problem," Sully said as he got off the bed and headed back out to the living room. It was going to be a very long night...
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"Hey Sully, how's Davis doin?" asked Bosco. He had just begun changing into his uniform when Sully entered the locker room.
"It was a pretty rough night," Sully admitted as he opened up his locker. "He's still in with the detectives. I'm going to swing him home at the beginning of my shift. How's Faith? She okay?"
Bosco nodded. "Yeah. She's takin' a couple of days off, but the doctor said she'll be fine."
They both looked up as Ty came into the locker room and made his way over to his locker. He opened up his locker and pulled his sweater up over his head. "Hey Davis...how are you doin?" Bosco asked, shooting a bemused look at Sully who just shook his head.
"I'm fine. How's Faith?"
"She's okay..." He was about to ask more, but decided to just leave it to Sully. Technically it wasn't any of his business what Davis was doing.
"How'd it go with the detectives?" Sully asked.
"They don't really have anything much to go on," Ty responded as he put put his arm into the shirt of his uniform. "I wasn't any help."
"Uh...I thought maybe I'd swing you back to your place before my shift..."
Ty stopped buttoning his shirt to look back at his partner, a hint of defiance in his expression. "I'm working."
"Come on...you don't really think that's a good idea, do you?" Sully asked. "You didn't get any sleep last night. You're going through a bad time right now. You don't have to prove anything...Give yourself a break."
"I am not trying to prove anything." Ty shot Sully an aggravated look as he finished buttoning his shirt. "I want to work. I don't feel like hanging around my apartment dwelling on things. If you don't want to work with me, I understand. I'll ask to be reassigned. Fine with me."
Bosco shook his head to himself as he finished dressing and silently made his way out of the locker room to report to role call. Davis was in rough shape. He didn't envy Sully one little bit having to deal with him.
"Hang on. I didn't say I didn't want to work with you. You don't have to jump down my throat." Maybe it would be better for Ty to be where Sully could keep tabs on him. His partner obviously wasn't doing very well with what had happened.
"Sorry," Ty mumbled as he continued to change. Sully stared back at him for a long moment and then resumed dressing. He had no idea how to help his partner...he only wished he did.
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Seth entered his apartment with a variety of newspapers tucked under his arm. He walked over to the kitchen table and put them down, fingering the top one lovingly. The explosion had made the afternoon edition of all the papers. It was all there, words, pictures...all because of him. He had orchestrated this and now his work was in the papers for all to see.
"Sorry about that, Miss," he said, looking at the picture of Krista's smiling face. It was obviously a professional portrait, probably from her college yearbook. She was a lovely young woman, well she -had- been a lovely young woman, not anymore. "You should have been a little bit more careful choosing a boyfriend."
As he read the stories, he realized that the others who had been with Davis were cops as well. That was very interesting information indeed. From what he understood, cops had a kind of a brotherhood amongst themselves. You hurt one, you hurt them all...
He could hardly wait to put his next plan into motion. He'd never realized that revenge could be so much fun.
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Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: Ty's life becomes a living hell when he becomes the target of a man his father put in prison 25 years ago, endangering him and all those around him.
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Sully had been lying on the couch for quite some time, but he hadn't been able to get to sleep. It wasn't because the couch wasn't comfortable. There were plenty of nights when he fell asleep in front of the t.v. and would end up spending the night on the couch. Rather it was because he knew that Ty was still awake. Every so often, he would hear the barely audible sound of sobs from the bedroom. He had considered going in there, to try and comfort his partner, but had decided it was best to leave him alone with his grief for now. If Ty wanted him, he knew where to find him. Finally, the occasional sobs ceased, leaving only silence. Sully hoped that Ty had managed to drop off to sleep and that it would be a peaceful rest. Feeling a bit more ease about his partner, Sully allowed his own eyes to close...
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"Krista?" Ty's voice was barely a whisper as he stared at her, unable to believe his eyes. "I thought...Krista I thought..."
"It's alright, Ty. I'm here. I'm fine. I'm so sorry that I scared you like that." She smiled a dazzling smile as she beckoned for him to approach her. "Come here...I've missed you."
He looked back at her apprehensively. He had never seen her look more beautiful. She was wearing a shimmering white gown, which gently clung to the curves of her body. "You're really alright?" he asked, cautiously taking a few steps in her direction.
"I'm perfectly fine, Ty, but I'll be better when I have your arms around me." She smiled again, her eyes dancing with mischief.
He finally smiled back at her, unable to resist. Dropping his defenses and allowing himself to have faith, he quickly started towards her. It wasn't until she was almost within his reach that her image was engulfed in flames...
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Sully hadn't been asleep for very long at all, when the sound of Ty's screams jarred him from his slumber. "No, please, Krista, no!" His heart pounding, Sully quickly got off the couch and opened the bedroom door, turning on the light. Ty was thrashing about wildly under the covers. Sully went over to the bed and gently grabbed his partner, trying to get him out of the nightmare.
"Ty...Ty come on, it's me, Sully. You're okay. It's alright," he said soothingly as he rubbed Ty's back. "Come on, Ty, wake up."
"Sully?" Finally Ty's eyes opened and he looked around in confusion. "Wh...where am I? What's going on?"
"You're in my apartment..."
Ty looked back at Sully for a few moments and then the painful realization came to him. "She...she's gone, isn't she?"
"I'm so sorry..."
"I saw her...in my dream...she was fine...she never looked so beautiful and then...she just burst into flames...God, Sully. I keep thinking about it, imagining what it was like for her. What if she knew, Sully? What if she knew?"
"She didn't know," Sully stated as firmly as he could. "You just have to believe that. It isn't going to help to think otherwise."
"Help who? Help me?" Ty gave a scornful laugh as he shook his head. "I don't care if it helps me. I don't deserve to be helped."
Sully sighed as he massaged his temples with his hand. He was really tired and was starting to feel unable to cope with Ty's state of mind as well as he wanted to. "If you rigged your car with explosives, then fine, you don't deserve to be helped," he snapped, "but if you didn't, it's time to start putting the blame on the person who did it and trying to figure out who that person is."
"Well I'm sorry I'm upset that my girlfriend was killed tonight."
"Upset is one thing, Ty..." Sully stated, softening his tone once more, "but blaming yourself is entirely something else. You know...Krista would hate the fact that you're blaming yourself this way. She would never want this."
Ty stared down at the bed, not bothering to respond to Sully. All he knew right now were the raw emotions he was experiencing. He felt like he just had no control over what he was feeling.
Sully sat there, his eyes on his partner, unsure of what to say. Memories of when Ty's dad had been killed were beginning to surface...memories of a grief-stricken 11-year-old boy, tears streaming down his face as he stood by his mother's side at his father's gravesite, trying to be brave. He felt as helpless now as he had felt on that day. "You're exhausted...you need to sleep," he finally said.
"I can't sleep," Ty protested, a slight tremor in his voice. "Whenever I close my eyes, all I see are flames. I can't do it, Sully. I don't want to."
"Then come on back out to the living room," Sully suggested gently. "We'll try to find something on t.v. or we'll talk...whatever you want..."
"Alright," Ty nodded after thinking that over. He didn't want to go back to sleep. He was afraid to...afraid of the nightmares... "Thanks Sully."
"No problem," Sully said as he got off the bed and headed back out to the living room. It was going to be a very long night...
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"Hey Sully, how's Davis doin?" asked Bosco. He had just begun changing into his uniform when Sully entered the locker room.
"It was a pretty rough night," Sully admitted as he opened up his locker. "He's still in with the detectives. I'm going to swing him home at the beginning of my shift. How's Faith? She okay?"
Bosco nodded. "Yeah. She's takin' a couple of days off, but the doctor said she'll be fine."
They both looked up as Ty came into the locker room and made his way over to his locker. He opened up his locker and pulled his sweater up over his head. "Hey Davis...how are you doin?" Bosco asked, shooting a bemused look at Sully who just shook his head.
"I'm fine. How's Faith?"
"She's okay..." He was about to ask more, but decided to just leave it to Sully. Technically it wasn't any of his business what Davis was doing.
"How'd it go with the detectives?" Sully asked.
"They don't really have anything much to go on," Ty responded as he put put his arm into the shirt of his uniform. "I wasn't any help."
"Uh...I thought maybe I'd swing you back to your place before my shift..."
Ty stopped buttoning his shirt to look back at his partner, a hint of defiance in his expression. "I'm working."
"Come on...you don't really think that's a good idea, do you?" Sully asked. "You didn't get any sleep last night. You're going through a bad time right now. You don't have to prove anything...Give yourself a break."
"I am not trying to prove anything." Ty shot Sully an aggravated look as he finished buttoning his shirt. "I want to work. I don't feel like hanging around my apartment dwelling on things. If you don't want to work with me, I understand. I'll ask to be reassigned. Fine with me."
Bosco shook his head to himself as he finished dressing and silently made his way out of the locker room to report to role call. Davis was in rough shape. He didn't envy Sully one little bit having to deal with him.
"Hang on. I didn't say I didn't want to work with you. You don't have to jump down my throat." Maybe it would be better for Ty to be where Sully could keep tabs on him. His partner obviously wasn't doing very well with what had happened.
"Sorry," Ty mumbled as he continued to change. Sully stared back at him for a long moment and then resumed dressing. He had no idea how to help his partner...he only wished he did.
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Seth entered his apartment with a variety of newspapers tucked under his arm. He walked over to the kitchen table and put them down, fingering the top one lovingly. The explosion had made the afternoon edition of all the papers. It was all there, words, pictures...all because of him. He had orchestrated this and now his work was in the papers for all to see.
"Sorry about that, Miss," he said, looking at the picture of Krista's smiling face. It was obviously a professional portrait, probably from her college yearbook. She was a lovely young woman, well she -had- been a lovely young woman, not anymore. "You should have been a little bit more careful choosing a boyfriend."
As he read the stories, he realized that the others who had been with Davis were cops as well. That was very interesting information indeed. From what he understood, cops had a kind of a brotherhood amongst themselves. You hurt one, you hurt them all...
He could hardly wait to put his next plan into motion. He'd never realized that revenge could be so much fun.
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