Title: Punish the Children (9/?)
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.
Notes: Thanks as always for the feedback and support you've been giving me. It's very much appreciated. You all keep me writing :)
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"Bosco! Oh God...Bosco... Somebody call 911!" Faith screamed as she dropped to the ground beside her partner, as did Carlos who moved quickly to try to assist the fallen officer. Maggie pulled out her cell phone and frantically dialed for help as Sully and Ty scanned the cemetery, desperately trying to spot the sniper.
"Faith?" he whispered, his voice almost imperceptible. Shit this hurt...this hurt really badly. Bosco squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying not to think about the blood he knew was gushing out of his abdomen. He'd been wounded before, but he'd never felt like this. He knew it was bad...it was really bad. "God, Faith...it hurts..." He opened his eyes again, seeking Faith's gaze, needing to see her, to know she was with him. He wasn't even aware of Carlos who was examining him. He only had eyes for Faith.
"Shh...shh... Don't try to talk, Bos, okay?" She took his hand as she tried to hold back the tears that were streaming steadily down her cheeks, but it was no use. "You're going to be okay."
He nodded weakly, trying to somehow force the pain out of his mind. It was next to impossible though. It kept coming at him in waves and he felt like he was going to be sick. Random thoughts kept running through his brain. He might never see Faith again...he was going to die...ma was going to freak...he was never going to have kids...who the hell had shot him, maybe that jag-off, Fred?
"Shot in a graveyard," he murmured. "Kind of ironic, don't ya think?"
Faith just shook her head. "You're gonna be fine, Bos...You're gonna be fine."
He nodded, allowing his eyes to close again. He was scared. He didn't think he'd ever been this scared, and he didn't want Faith to see it. Maurice Boscorelli did not get scared. He tried to concentrate on Faith's comforting voice and her hand holding his. He could hear voices, familiar and unfamiliar, drifting in and out along with the sounds of sirens in the distance. Faith was calling him again, urging him to open his eyes, but he didn't have the strength to respond to her. He could feel himself beginning to drift off and then he lapsed into unconsciousness.
Meanwhile, the scene in the cemetery was total chaos. The moment the shot had sounded, people had panicked and started screaming and running towards their cars. "We've got to calm these people down!" Sully shouted. "Make sure no one leaves the scene."
Ty and Sully sprang into action, moving to ensure that everyone stayed put. It wasn't easy, but they finally managed to secure the area. "Rose?" Ty asked softly as he hesitantly approached Krista's mom. "Are you okay?"
"You..." She spat, looking up at him with pure hatred in her eyes. "You did this.... All of it... You got my baby killed and now look at what you've done. You...you've turned her funeral into a circus and now someone else is probably going to die. This is you...It's all you. You never should have come here, never! I wish to God Krista never set eyes on you!" By that point she was screaming, almost in hysterics.
"You'd better leave her alone," An unfamiliar young man narrowed his eyes at Ty, then moved towards the woman, putting his arm around her. "Calm down, Aunt Rose. Please..."
Ty backed away, a stricken look on his face. He then turned his gaze towards Bosco who was seemingly unconscious with blood everywhere. God...Rose was right...All of this was because of him... First Krista had paid the price and now Bosco. When was this going to end? What the hell was going to happen next?
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"I hate hospital waiting rooms," Faith said quietly, looking up at the clock on the wall. She kept looking at it, every few minutes, almost compulsively. It seemed like time was just standing still. She couldn't get the sound of Bosco's voice out of her head when he had admitted that it hurt. He'd sounded so scared, so unlike the Bosco she knew. She tried to force his voice out of her head. She didn't want to think of him lying on the ground, hurt and bleeding. She needed to think of him out on the streets, making some wisecrack, insulting some skell. She needed to think positively. He would pull through this. He had to... "How long do you think it'll be?"
Sully shook his head slowly. "I don't know...I imagine it will be a while though. It really hasn't been that long."
"Yeah, you're right. Anyhow, Bosco's strong. He's gonna pull through this. I know he will." She lowered her head as a fresh round of tears streamed from her eyes.
"Of course he will." Sully put his arm around Faith, patting her shoulder awkwardly. "Bosco's the toughest SOB I know. He's going to be okay."
Faith nodded and raised her head to meet Sully's eyes. "I'm going to go try to call Bosco's mom again. I haven't been able to reach her yet." She looked at Ty who was hunched over in the far corner of the room, sitting by himself. "You should try to talk to him."
Sully cast a helpless look in Ty's direction. He knew Faith was right, but it didn't make it any easier. "I don't know what to say...I'm afraid I'll make him feel worse."
"He's eatin' himself up over this, Sully," Faith said as she stood up. "You have to try..."
"Yeah...I guess you're right," Sully murmured as he watched Faith head off in the direction of the payphones. He sighed heavily and then slowly got to his feet, studying his partner with his eyes for a few long moments before he finally approached and sat down next to him. "You doing okay?"
Was he doing okay? Ty pondered the question for a long moment before answering. "Guess I'm doing better than Bosco..."
"Bosco will be alright."
"I hope to God you're right, Sul...but you don't know..." There had been so much blood...He couldn't get the picture of it out of his head. Explosions...blood...death...It seemed like it was following him everywhere...
"This isn't your fault."
"You know...I keep trying to believe that...that this isn't my fault, but...I don't know, Sully...Whoever the hell is doing this...I'm the reason. Me." He thumped his chest with his fist to emphasize the point. "And I have no idea who is doing this or why, but I don't know...I just don't know what to do with this...Bad stuff is happening, Sully...and it's because of me..."
"We don't know that for sure..."
Ty looked back at Sully incredulously. "Oh come on...we don't know for sure? Whoever this was blew up MY car. And today, they shot someone at my girlfriend's funeral. You think this is a coincidence?"
Sully shook his head. "No...No I know it isn't a coincidence, but whoever is doing this...they're the one with the problem, not you."
"It doesn't matter..." Ty said softly. "That's an easy thing to tell myself, but when people are getting hurt...getting killed...Krista's mom...she blames me...and she's right."
"She's beside herself, Ty and you're an easy target for her right now. I'm sure, somewhere inside, she knows you loved her daughter...that you didn't want to see her get hurt..."
Ty's eyes filled with tears and he stood up quickly. "I can't do this right now, Sully. I really can't. I don't want to talk about this."
"Okay, okay..." Sully got to his feet and lightly grasped Ty's arm. "We don't have to talk about this now, but Ty...You've got to try to keep it together. We have no idea what this person might try to do next. It's obviously someone very disturbed and very dangerous. I don't want anything to happen to you."
Ty chuckled bitterly as he looked back at Sully. "To me? To me, Sully? That's just it...it won't be happening to me. It'll happen to Carlos or Faith...or you..." A look of dismay came into his eyes as the full realization of what was happening hit him. Everyone he cared about was in danger just because of that...because he cared about them... "What about my mom? My sisters?"
"Swersky will take care of this, Ty. He'll put men guards on them 24/7. They'll be okay."
Ty gnawed on his lower lip as he started to pace. "We've got no idea who this is, Sully. No idea at all. How are we going to catch them, huh? How? Today...we didn't see anybody. Whoever it was...they were far away...God...What if Bosco dies?" He sat down again, feeling dizzy and sick to his stomach over what was happening. "I can't do this...I can't...I can't take this..." he said as he started to sob.
Sully looked down at him helplessly. Shit. He'd known that talking to Ty wasn't likely going to help anything, but this was far worse than he had imagined.
"Sully? Did something happen?" Faith asked anxiously as she came back into the waiting room. Her heart was beating uncontrollably as her eyes fell on Ty and she assumed the worst.
"No... no... We haven't heard anything yet." Sully quickly reassured her. He then
shrugged and shook his head, looking down at Ty. "Everything's just hitting him," he said in a hoarse whisper. "I don't know how to help him..."
Faith watched as Ty continued to sob inconsolably. She dropped onto the chair next to his and wrapped her arms around him, the same way she had the night of Krista's death. She didn't say anything at all, but just rubbed his back and held him, as if he were one of her own children. Sully watched them for a few moments and then turned away, quickly swiping away the tears that were in his own eyes. None of this made any sense. It was all so damn unfair.
******
Ty's sobs had eventually ceased and he was now just sitting, staring off into space, almost as if he was in a daze. Sully stood a short distance away by the window, just watching his partner. He gestured for Faith to join him. "Thanks for being there for him..."
Faith nodded. "He doesn't deserve this, Sully...no one deserves what's happening here..." She glanced up at the clock again. She had to keep telling herself that no news was good news...that Bosco was doing okay.
"Did you reach his mom?" Sully asked quietly.
Faith shook her head. "No...I finally just left a message. Hopefully she'll check in soon. She nervously brushed her hand back through her hair. "I just hate this waitin'"
"Waiting is never easy." Sully glanced over at Ty again, remembering the day that he had been shot. Sully had been so scared he wasn't going to pull through...afraid that Ty was going to suffer the same fate as his father had. He knew how hard it was to have your partner in surgery, fighting for his life. "He'll get through this, Faith. They don't come any tougher than Bosco..." He kept saying the same things over and over again, but he felt like he had to, that maybe if he said them enough times, they would really be true.
"He can be the biggest pain in the butt," Faith began, her eyes filling once more, "But my God, Sully...I don't know what I'd do without him."
"We're all praying for him, Faith..."Sully said gently.
She nodded and sniffled as she dabbed at her eyes with a rumpled piece of tissue she pulled from her jacket pocket. It seemed to be a day of never-ending tears. "I know. I'm sorry I keep fallin' apart."
"You've got nothing to apologize for, Faith," Sully stated. "It's been a hell of an emotional day."
"Yeah, its just..." her words were cut off by the sound of an unfamiliar voice in the waiting room.
"Officer Yokas?"
She spun around and her eyes widened apprehensively as Dr. Mason approached. Countless horrible images started to go through her head, each more horrible than the last. She found herself reaching for Sully's hand, clutching it tightly as looked back at the doctor, unable to tell anything at all from his expression. "How...how is he?" she asked tremulously, hoping and praying with all her heart that Bosco had pulled through...that he would be alright...
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.
Notes: Thanks as always for the feedback and support you've been giving me. It's very much appreciated. You all keep me writing :)
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"Bosco! Oh God...Bosco... Somebody call 911!" Faith screamed as she dropped to the ground beside her partner, as did Carlos who moved quickly to try to assist the fallen officer. Maggie pulled out her cell phone and frantically dialed for help as Sully and Ty scanned the cemetery, desperately trying to spot the sniper.
"Faith?" he whispered, his voice almost imperceptible. Shit this hurt...this hurt really badly. Bosco squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying not to think about the blood he knew was gushing out of his abdomen. He'd been wounded before, but he'd never felt like this. He knew it was bad...it was really bad. "God, Faith...it hurts..." He opened his eyes again, seeking Faith's gaze, needing to see her, to know she was with him. He wasn't even aware of Carlos who was examining him. He only had eyes for Faith.
"Shh...shh... Don't try to talk, Bos, okay?" She took his hand as she tried to hold back the tears that were streaming steadily down her cheeks, but it was no use. "You're going to be okay."
He nodded weakly, trying to somehow force the pain out of his mind. It was next to impossible though. It kept coming at him in waves and he felt like he was going to be sick. Random thoughts kept running through his brain. He might never see Faith again...he was going to die...ma was going to freak...he was never going to have kids...who the hell had shot him, maybe that jag-off, Fred?
"Shot in a graveyard," he murmured. "Kind of ironic, don't ya think?"
Faith just shook her head. "You're gonna be fine, Bos...You're gonna be fine."
He nodded, allowing his eyes to close again. He was scared. He didn't think he'd ever been this scared, and he didn't want Faith to see it. Maurice Boscorelli did not get scared. He tried to concentrate on Faith's comforting voice and her hand holding his. He could hear voices, familiar and unfamiliar, drifting in and out along with the sounds of sirens in the distance. Faith was calling him again, urging him to open his eyes, but he didn't have the strength to respond to her. He could feel himself beginning to drift off and then he lapsed into unconsciousness.
Meanwhile, the scene in the cemetery was total chaos. The moment the shot had sounded, people had panicked and started screaming and running towards their cars. "We've got to calm these people down!" Sully shouted. "Make sure no one leaves the scene."
Ty and Sully sprang into action, moving to ensure that everyone stayed put. It wasn't easy, but they finally managed to secure the area. "Rose?" Ty asked softly as he hesitantly approached Krista's mom. "Are you okay?"
"You..." She spat, looking up at him with pure hatred in her eyes. "You did this.... All of it... You got my baby killed and now look at what you've done. You...you've turned her funeral into a circus and now someone else is probably going to die. This is you...It's all you. You never should have come here, never! I wish to God Krista never set eyes on you!" By that point she was screaming, almost in hysterics.
"You'd better leave her alone," An unfamiliar young man narrowed his eyes at Ty, then moved towards the woman, putting his arm around her. "Calm down, Aunt Rose. Please..."
Ty backed away, a stricken look on his face. He then turned his gaze towards Bosco who was seemingly unconscious with blood everywhere. God...Rose was right...All of this was because of him... First Krista had paid the price and now Bosco. When was this going to end? What the hell was going to happen next?
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"I hate hospital waiting rooms," Faith said quietly, looking up at the clock on the wall. She kept looking at it, every few minutes, almost compulsively. It seemed like time was just standing still. She couldn't get the sound of Bosco's voice out of her head when he had admitted that it hurt. He'd sounded so scared, so unlike the Bosco she knew. She tried to force his voice out of her head. She didn't want to think of him lying on the ground, hurt and bleeding. She needed to think of him out on the streets, making some wisecrack, insulting some skell. She needed to think positively. He would pull through this. He had to... "How long do you think it'll be?"
Sully shook his head slowly. "I don't know...I imagine it will be a while though. It really hasn't been that long."
"Yeah, you're right. Anyhow, Bosco's strong. He's gonna pull through this. I know he will." She lowered her head as a fresh round of tears streamed from her eyes.
"Of course he will." Sully put his arm around Faith, patting her shoulder awkwardly. "Bosco's the toughest SOB I know. He's going to be okay."
Faith nodded and raised her head to meet Sully's eyes. "I'm going to go try to call Bosco's mom again. I haven't been able to reach her yet." She looked at Ty who was hunched over in the far corner of the room, sitting by himself. "You should try to talk to him."
Sully cast a helpless look in Ty's direction. He knew Faith was right, but it didn't make it any easier. "I don't know what to say...I'm afraid I'll make him feel worse."
"He's eatin' himself up over this, Sully," Faith said as she stood up. "You have to try..."
"Yeah...I guess you're right," Sully murmured as he watched Faith head off in the direction of the payphones. He sighed heavily and then slowly got to his feet, studying his partner with his eyes for a few long moments before he finally approached and sat down next to him. "You doing okay?"
Was he doing okay? Ty pondered the question for a long moment before answering. "Guess I'm doing better than Bosco..."
"Bosco will be alright."
"I hope to God you're right, Sul...but you don't know..." There had been so much blood...He couldn't get the picture of it out of his head. Explosions...blood...death...It seemed like it was following him everywhere...
"This isn't your fault."
"You know...I keep trying to believe that...that this isn't my fault, but...I don't know, Sully...Whoever the hell is doing this...I'm the reason. Me." He thumped his chest with his fist to emphasize the point. "And I have no idea who is doing this or why, but I don't know...I just don't know what to do with this...Bad stuff is happening, Sully...and it's because of me..."
"We don't know that for sure..."
Ty looked back at Sully incredulously. "Oh come on...we don't know for sure? Whoever this was blew up MY car. And today, they shot someone at my girlfriend's funeral. You think this is a coincidence?"
Sully shook his head. "No...No I know it isn't a coincidence, but whoever is doing this...they're the one with the problem, not you."
"It doesn't matter..." Ty said softly. "That's an easy thing to tell myself, but when people are getting hurt...getting killed...Krista's mom...she blames me...and she's right."
"She's beside herself, Ty and you're an easy target for her right now. I'm sure, somewhere inside, she knows you loved her daughter...that you didn't want to see her get hurt..."
Ty's eyes filled with tears and he stood up quickly. "I can't do this right now, Sully. I really can't. I don't want to talk about this."
"Okay, okay..." Sully got to his feet and lightly grasped Ty's arm. "We don't have to talk about this now, but Ty...You've got to try to keep it together. We have no idea what this person might try to do next. It's obviously someone very disturbed and very dangerous. I don't want anything to happen to you."
Ty chuckled bitterly as he looked back at Sully. "To me? To me, Sully? That's just it...it won't be happening to me. It'll happen to Carlos or Faith...or you..." A look of dismay came into his eyes as the full realization of what was happening hit him. Everyone he cared about was in danger just because of that...because he cared about them... "What about my mom? My sisters?"
"Swersky will take care of this, Ty. He'll put men guards on them 24/7. They'll be okay."
Ty gnawed on his lower lip as he started to pace. "We've got no idea who this is, Sully. No idea at all. How are we going to catch them, huh? How? Today...we didn't see anybody. Whoever it was...they were far away...God...What if Bosco dies?" He sat down again, feeling dizzy and sick to his stomach over what was happening. "I can't do this...I can't...I can't take this..." he said as he started to sob.
Sully looked down at him helplessly. Shit. He'd known that talking to Ty wasn't likely going to help anything, but this was far worse than he had imagined.
"Sully? Did something happen?" Faith asked anxiously as she came back into the waiting room. Her heart was beating uncontrollably as her eyes fell on Ty and she assumed the worst.
"No... no... We haven't heard anything yet." Sully quickly reassured her. He then
shrugged and shook his head, looking down at Ty. "Everything's just hitting him," he said in a hoarse whisper. "I don't know how to help him..."
Faith watched as Ty continued to sob inconsolably. She dropped onto the chair next to his and wrapped her arms around him, the same way she had the night of Krista's death. She didn't say anything at all, but just rubbed his back and held him, as if he were one of her own children. Sully watched them for a few moments and then turned away, quickly swiping away the tears that were in his own eyes. None of this made any sense. It was all so damn unfair.
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Ty's sobs had eventually ceased and he was now just sitting, staring off into space, almost as if he was in a daze. Sully stood a short distance away by the window, just watching his partner. He gestured for Faith to join him. "Thanks for being there for him..."
Faith nodded. "He doesn't deserve this, Sully...no one deserves what's happening here..." She glanced up at the clock again. She had to keep telling herself that no news was good news...that Bosco was doing okay.
"Did you reach his mom?" Sully asked quietly.
Faith shook her head. "No...I finally just left a message. Hopefully she'll check in soon. She nervously brushed her hand back through her hair. "I just hate this waitin'"
"Waiting is never easy." Sully glanced over at Ty again, remembering the day that he had been shot. Sully had been so scared he wasn't going to pull through...afraid that Ty was going to suffer the same fate as his father had. He knew how hard it was to have your partner in surgery, fighting for his life. "He'll get through this, Faith. They don't come any tougher than Bosco..." He kept saying the same things over and over again, but he felt like he had to, that maybe if he said them enough times, they would really be true.
"He can be the biggest pain in the butt," Faith began, her eyes filling once more, "But my God, Sully...I don't know what I'd do without him."
"We're all praying for him, Faith..."Sully said gently.
She nodded and sniffled as she dabbed at her eyes with a rumpled piece of tissue she pulled from her jacket pocket. It seemed to be a day of never-ending tears. "I know. I'm sorry I keep fallin' apart."
"You've got nothing to apologize for, Faith," Sully stated. "It's been a hell of an emotional day."
"Yeah, its just..." her words were cut off by the sound of an unfamiliar voice in the waiting room.
"Officer Yokas?"
She spun around and her eyes widened apprehensively as Dr. Mason approached. Countless horrible images started to go through her head, each more horrible than the last. She found herself reaching for Sully's hand, clutching it tightly as looked back at the doctor, unable to tell anything at all from his expression. "How...how is he?" she asked tremulously, hoping and praying with all her heart that Bosco had pulled through...that he would be alright...