Childhood Scars
Author's Note: "The Rundown" fic. Takes place after the end, and delves a little into Travis and Billy's relationship. Hints of Beck/Travis. I warned you, so no flamey! Although, if someone requests it, I might write a slash fic...Your wish is my command!
Disclaimer: "The Rundown" is not mine, and it probably never will be....(*sigh*)
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Travis didn't dare breathe until Beck turned a corner and his childhood home disappeared from view. Beck glanced over at his wound-up passenger.
"You know, whoever you ticked off is going to come after you,"
Travis kept looking back over his shoulder. "Yeah, well, it's not him I'm afraid of,"
Beck found the younger man's voice unsettling. It was too serious; too uncharacteristic. "How bad could it be?"
Travis finally settled into his seat and stared out the window. "You have no idea," He said quietly.
Beck pulled over, killed the engine, then turned to look at his rundown. "Enlighten me,"
As soon as he said it, Beck regretted it. A cloud passed over the younger man's worn face. Travis turned on him, stopping his face just inches from Beck's. "Let's just say he wasn't exactly father of the year, okay?!" He didn't wait for a reaction. Travis jumped out of the truck and started across the empty park they had stopped by.
Beck scrambled after him. "Travis!" He grabbed Travis' arm. "Travis, wait-"
"No!" The younger man yanked his arm out of the older man's grip, but stayed where he was.
They stared at each other in silence for a long time before Beck said quietly: "What did he do?"
Travis closed his eyes and sunk into a crouch, resting his forehead against his fists. Beck waited patiently. The younger man sighed before he started: "He bought me, you know...Mom would've won in a heartbeat, except Dad had enough money to win over the judge..." He scoffed. "He only kept me around 'cause it looked good to potential business partners. He'd always feed them a bullshit story about my alcoholic mother," The anger faded from his features, replaced by a melancholy sadness. "When he was in a good mood, he'd ignore me...if he was in a bad mood..." The silence spoke volumes. "I'm still not sure which was worse..." Travis began to chew absently on a thumb nail. He looked heartbreakingly young and vulnerable. "I tried to get away, but it was practically impossible...I'd overdose, sit in the garage with the car running, slit my wrists, but somehow he always bring me back..." He blinked adn the vulnerability disappeared. "I finally got away when he shipped me off to Stanford. Dropped out, ran away...then he sent you after me," Travis finally looked up at Beck. "You know, I should've finished him off back there when I had the chance. He's gonna kill me next time he finds me,"
Beck took a few steps toward him. "What makes you think he'll find you?"
"Because he always does,"
A moment passed, then Beck held out a hand. "I won't let him touch you,"
Travis stared at his hand. "You promise?" He took his hand and allowed Beck to pull him to his feet.
"Promise."
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Author's Note: "The Rundown" fic. Takes place after the end, and delves a little into Travis and Billy's relationship. Hints of Beck/Travis. I warned you, so no flamey! Although, if someone requests it, I might write a slash fic...Your wish is my command!
Disclaimer: "The Rundown" is not mine, and it probably never will be....(*sigh*)
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Travis didn't dare breathe until Beck turned a corner and his childhood home disappeared from view. Beck glanced over at his wound-up passenger.
"You know, whoever you ticked off is going to come after you,"
Travis kept looking back over his shoulder. "Yeah, well, it's not him I'm afraid of,"
Beck found the younger man's voice unsettling. It was too serious; too uncharacteristic. "How bad could it be?"
Travis finally settled into his seat and stared out the window. "You have no idea," He said quietly.
Beck pulled over, killed the engine, then turned to look at his rundown. "Enlighten me,"
As soon as he said it, Beck regretted it. A cloud passed over the younger man's worn face. Travis turned on him, stopping his face just inches from Beck's. "Let's just say he wasn't exactly father of the year, okay?!" He didn't wait for a reaction. Travis jumped out of the truck and started across the empty park they had stopped by.
Beck scrambled after him. "Travis!" He grabbed Travis' arm. "Travis, wait-"
"No!" The younger man yanked his arm out of the older man's grip, but stayed where he was.
They stared at each other in silence for a long time before Beck said quietly: "What did he do?"
Travis closed his eyes and sunk into a crouch, resting his forehead against his fists. Beck waited patiently. The younger man sighed before he started: "He bought me, you know...Mom would've won in a heartbeat, except Dad had enough money to win over the judge..." He scoffed. "He only kept me around 'cause it looked good to potential business partners. He'd always feed them a bullshit story about my alcoholic mother," The anger faded from his features, replaced by a melancholy sadness. "When he was in a good mood, he'd ignore me...if he was in a bad mood..." The silence spoke volumes. "I'm still not sure which was worse..." Travis began to chew absently on a thumb nail. He looked heartbreakingly young and vulnerable. "I tried to get away, but it was practically impossible...I'd overdose, sit in the garage with the car running, slit my wrists, but somehow he always bring me back..." He blinked adn the vulnerability disappeared. "I finally got away when he shipped me off to Stanford. Dropped out, ran away...then he sent you after me," Travis finally looked up at Beck. "You know, I should've finished him off back there when I had the chance. He's gonna kill me next time he finds me,"
Beck took a few steps toward him. "What makes you think he'll find you?"
"Because he always does,"
A moment passed, then Beck held out a hand. "I won't let him touch you,"
Travis stared at his hand. "You promise?" He took his hand and allowed Beck to pull him to his feet.
"Promise."
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