Title: Brotherly Love (Formerly called "Bloodlines")
Rating: K+, for swearing- This is the Boscorelli brothers we're talking about!
Spoilers: Up to and including the fourth season. This fiction does not extend past that point in the series.
Summary: Bosco and his brother get into a heated argument, Bos is seriously injured shortly afterwards, leaving his younger brother guilt ridden.
Special Note: I wrote this story a long time ago, and just recently decided that it needed some serious editing. The story is essentially the same, but it will be far easier for everybody to read, and should make a lot more sense.
If you haven't read this fiction before, and this is your first time, I hope you let me know what you think! Also, Fred is an alright guy in this fiction (keep in mind that this was written before the 5th or 6th season). Since this isn't a Bos/Faith shipper, I saw no point in making Fred evil!
Brotherly Love
Chapter One: Arguments and Accidents
Michael Boscorelli leant his head back, and drank from his small shot glass, before slamming it back onto the bar.
The bartender, a pretty blonde woman named Melissa, shot him an annoyed look, but remained silent; he was, after all, the son of Rose Boscorelli, who just so happened to be her employer.
Mikey glared at her back as she walked away, undoubtedly to serve another customer. He was not in a good mood, and even though he had been quite rude to her in the few hours he had been sitting here, he still didn't believe he deserved the death glare she kept shooting him.
Looking over his shoulder, Mikey watched Melissa help the only other current customer. He was a shady character, tall and olive skinned. Weirdo, the young man couldn't help but chuckle, who sits by himself, in the darkest corner of the room? Turning back to his extra shot, he quickly downed the liquor with a satisfied sigh.
Of course, Mikey didn't realize that he was pretty much doing the same thing as the other patron, the alcohol in his system didn't seem to let that register. Sighing, he waved Melissa over, and ordered another drink.
Suddenly, there was cold, icy blast billowing into the room. Mikey shivered in his stool when the freezing air seeped into his skin. Rubbing his arms, he didn't even glance at the new occupant, who had taken a seat beside him with a small thud.
"So, where's ma?" The man suddenly asked, causing Mikey to turn in slight surprise.
Raising an eyebrow, Mikey watched as his older brother shrugged off his leather jacket, and draped it over another stool.
"Mo? What're you doin' here? You and ma aren't talking!" He exclaimed, slightly miffed. Maurice had arrested him a while back for selling drugs, and he was still a little pissed off at him.
Bosco shot his brother an annoyed look, and repeated his initial question. Truth be told, he had come to talk to his mother about her latest boyfriend. As usual, he had seen straight through the asshole, and Rose hadn't been pleased when he'd told her exactly what he thought of him.
Faith, his long time partner and best friend, had convinced him to talk things through with his mom. Of course, it had taken eight solid hours of her lecturing to finally win him over. Bosco couldn't help but grin at the thought, he couldn't help it…he loved pushing his partner's buttons.
His smile quickly turned back into a frown however, when Mikey still did not answer him. He hadn't counted on his little bother being here…the two of them were barely on speaking terms, and things usually ended up in messy fight. Hell, the two hadn't even spoken in about month.
"She's in the back." Mikey finally answered with a sigh, wondering idly if Maurice was actually going to talk to their mom about the fight they had had.
Bosco nodded his thanks, stood up, and walked to the backroom silently.
After twenty minutes had gone by, the two reemerged, both of them wearing small smiles.
"I've got to head home you two, some last minute Christmas wrapping to finish. Michael, you going to be okay? You aren't driving anywhere, right?" Rose asked, slight concern etched on her face.
Mikey shook his head and laughed slightly, "Don't have a car, ma. I'll be fine, no worries."
Rose nodded hesitantly as she put on her jacket, "Melissa, I'm heading out, will you be okay to close up?"
The blonde nodded and caught the keys that were thrown at her.
"Kick everyone out by 1am, sweetie. It's almost Christmas; you need to get some sleep if you want to have a good holiday!" Rose called over her shoulder as she left.
Fifteen minutes of tense silence soon passed, and Bosco could no longer handle it. "So, I haven't heard from you in a while, what have you been up to lately?" He asked, hoping his feeble attempt at conversation would work.
"Well, I haven't been dealing drugs, if that's what you really want to know." Came the harsh, slightly slurred, reply.
Bosco felt his temper flare. It's the booze talking, it's the booze…He chanted in his head as he tried to calm himself down. After taking a deep, steadying breath, he spoke, "Mikey, you know I didn't mean it like that…"
The younger brother didn't let him finish before cutting in, his voice elevated, "Like shit, Maurice! That's exactly what you wanted to hear! You just don't want to hit a glitch in your perfect life, so you check up on me and ma every month or so to make sure we don't embarrass you!"
Mikey suddenly stood up, his face turning beet red. He ignored the small voice in the back of his head that was yelling at him shut up.
Bosco, undeterred, stood up as well. He stared down his little brother, even though he was a shorter man in general, he was still taller than Mikey.
"Don't you dare tell me what I think MICHAEL! I was worried about ma, and I'm worried about you! Hell, do you really think I enjoyed arresting your sorry ass? Do you?! It messed me up bad when I realized that it was you selling that shit to those junior high kids! My PARTNER'S daughter goes to that school for Christ's sake!" The furious cop hissed.
"Don't give me that shit, Mo. The only person you care about is yourself, you don't give a damn about me, ma or your partner! You've always had a big ego, and you haven't changed a bit. I'm clean, okay? I'm clean! I have been for almost three months and I've gotten myself a job." Mikey hollered, unaware that the other occupants were staring at him.
Bosco tried to say something, but was once again, cut off.
"You can stop 'worrying' about me; just leave me the fuck alone! It's not my fault you're Mr. Perfect, with your 'perfect' police job, and your 'perfect' friends. It's not my fault that I'm a SCREW UP! You, of all people, should know that!" Mikey screamed at the top of his lungs. Breathing heavily, he awaited the furious reply he was bound to receive, but all that met him was complete silence.
Bosco stared at his brother, shock and guilt evident on his face. The overwhelming feeling of uselessness washed over him. He hadn't protected his little brother enough…he hadn't done enough…this was his entire fault…
Mikey new almost instantly that he had gone to far, he could see the look in his brother eyes. Aw shit, god damn me! Feeling extremely guilty for how harsh he had been, he continued to hold his brothers gaze. That was soooo stupid, why am I such an idiot? Maurice always took the blame for things that I did, he kept me safe from dad when the man got drunk…
Bosco swallowed and said in a strangled, quiet voice, "I've got to go; I promised I'd phone Faith when I got home, and I have to work tomorrow..."
With that, he put on his jacket, turned around, and walked out without uttering another word.
His brother's words repeated in his brain over and over again as he found his blue Mustang and got in. He didn't even feel the bitter cold on his face and hands as he started the engine. Great, he thought bitterly, I make up with ma, and now I'm fighting with Mikey. What a wonderful Christmas this is turning out to be.
The blizzard like conditions had disappeared, almost like magic. Now, the snow was falling gently.
Bosco, still replaying the events in the bar, drove away from the curb and headed towards the intersection ahead. The light turned green and he made his way across, it was almost midnight and the roads were barren. Suddenly, he heard the screeching of tires and looked out his side window.
"Oh, shit." He yelled out loud, his eyes wide with horror when he saw an SUV barreling straight towards him.
Bosco desperately swerved as he tried to get out of the larger cars path, but the mucky roads caused his tires to spin uselessly. Closing his eyes tight, he braced himself for the impending impact, all the while wondering if he'd ever see his mother, brother or Faith again.
Back In The Bar
Mikey watched the door that his brother had just exited swing shut. He didn't even shiver at the cold air that it let through. He sat down on his stool again and nearly ordered another shot, but decided not to and held himself back. I'm already drunk enough.
Melissa, meanwhile, stared at the man with a frown. The fight between the brothers had been intense, and she had to admit, it had scared her a bit. From what she had gathered, Mikey had been in a fair bit of trouble during his life, and Maurice was obviously a police officer.
To be honest, the only reason why she hadn't threatened to call the cops or their mother was because Maurice was an officer. Rose never told me that one of her kids was a cop…the blonde thought to herself.
Mikey, who had taken notice of the look he was currently receiving, snapped, "What're you looking at?"
Melissa frowned and walked away, hips swinging and heels clicking.
Mikey sat there for a minute or two when he suddenly couldn't take it anymore. What he had said to Bosco was way out of line, and he knew it. He'd apologize, right now, before he didn't have the guts anymore.
Throwing on his heavy jacket, Mikey slapped down some money on the table to pay for the drinks. Bowing his head, he stepped outside into the chilly night and looked around for his brother's car, he cursed when he saw the fresh tire marks. A sudden sound of screeching tires brought his attention to the intersection about twenty feet ahead.
He instantly spotted his brothers Mustang. His eyes widened in horror as another car, a black one, suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He looked on, as his brother tried to swerve out of the speeding vehicles way, but wasn't quick enough.
Mikey found himself screaming his brother's name in horror and disbelief as he ran towards the intersection.
The SUV clipped the front of the Mustang, the force of the impact sending it flying through the air. The sports car rolled several times before its drivers side smashed into a telephone poll. The mustang then tipped backwards, finally coming to a rest on its roof.
Mikey froze, slightly dazed at what he had just seen. He came back to his senses quickly, and began to sprint towards the car as he pulled out his cell phone.
"911 operator, what's your emergency?"
"I need an ambulance right now! My brother was just in a car accident, the car that hit him didn't stop! Please, you need to hurry!" Mikey cried into his phone as he neared the Mustang. The shattered windows and massive dents were clearly visible.
"Please stay on the line, sir. Where are you and what is your name?"
"We're at the corner of Graham and Holly, right by the intersection. My brother is cop, I think he works at the 55 Precinct…his name is Maurice…oh god, you've got to hurry…it's so bad…"
"Stay calm sir, help is on the way."
"Oh shit, oh shit…shit…! I smell gas!" Mikey swore loudly, ignoring the operator, he snapped his phone shut and shoved it into his pocket.
The young man ran up to the driver's side of his brother's car, dropped to his stomach and crawled forwards so that his head was sticking through the window. The smell of gas fumes assaulted his nose as he looked around.
Mikey groaned in worry when he spied his brother, who still in his seat, thanks to the seatbelt.
Bosco was unconscious, and there was blood all over him. The particularly nasty gash on his forehead was probably responsible for the blood that dripped down his face.
Mikey felt for a pulse on his neck and found one, it was weak, but it was there. The smell of gas was getting stronger by the minute. Cursing, he knew he had a very important decision to make. He either had to move Maurice and take the chance of increasing his injuries, or wait for the help that was on the way and pray that there wasn't a spark, which would trigger an explosion.
Mikey made up his mind when his brother suddenly moaned in pain, he had to move him.
Back In The Bar
Melissa was in the back of the bar when the crash of metal and rubber was sounded outside. She and the Asian man ran out of the bar without their coats on and noticed other people walking out into the dark, cold night. Most of them were shopkeepers closing up for the day.
Melissa looked down the road and gasped when she noticed the smashed up car and the figure running towards it, with a cell phone to his ear. A black SUV roared past and she instantly recorded its license plate into her brain, she had a sinking suspicion that the driver had something to do with the wreck of a car ahead, its fender was dented.
The waitress disappeared inside the bar with the Asian man, who retrieved his coat, paid his bill, tipped her and walked out without so much as a "Merry Christmas." She sighed and looked around the bar, she could already hear the sound of emergency vehicles sirens approaching and knew that'd she be no help whatsoever with rescuing the occupant/s of the car.
Little did she know that the man that was running towards the car was Mikey Boscorelli, or that the cars owner was Maurice Boscorelli, Rose's other son, and the man who had just left.
Yokas Residence
Faith paced back and forth in her comfortable looking living room. Bosco should have phoned by now. She couldn't help but be a little worried; the weather had been pretty bad up until now. Her husband watched her pace from their bedroom door. The kids had long since gone to bed, it was almost midnight.
"You're going to wear a hole through our floor, babe." Fred smiled and walked towards his wife, ever since his heart attack, he had changed for the best.
Faith managed a smile and let him lead her towards the bedroom. Bosco probably had forgotten to phone for some reason or another. He'd probably found some hot brunette at his mom's bar after they'd made up.
Little did Faith know that Bosco had just been in a serious car accident, or that Jimmy and the rest of her friends at the fire station were rushing to the scene, not knowing who they were about to try and rescue. She also had no clue that Mikey was desperately trying to save her partner, his brother, from the car that he had treated like his first newborn child, which had now become a death trap.
TBC
Alright, that's the first chapter edited- on to the second one! I hope you see the improvement!