Broken Wing
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I own nothing. NBC,WB John Wells and many others own Third Watch
Authors Note: I'm so ashamed at how long it took to update this chapter (and I try to call myself a fan fic writer) I'm sorry if this chapter is disappointing, it went through more rewrites then the "who shot JR" story line ;) I just got fed up with it and posted what I had :) But I think I'm finally know where this story is heading and how to get there. I had hit a major block and it wasn't pretty. Hope it isn't too bad and you come back for more :) .......Well enough with my rambling on you go :)
Feedback : Is much appreciated.good or bad.
E-Mail: Wine_into_Water@hotmail.com
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Bosco turned around and saw her standing in the opening of the living room, she had taken a shower and she was wearing the clothes he gave her. She looked awful. What was wrong with her? He had never seen her like this before. Yes she had been taken for over a month and that would have it's affects on anybody but this? This was different. Something was wrong he could feel it but what the hell was it?
She stood there staring at Mikey silently pleading with Mikey not to say a word. Mikey just nodded his head and looked towards Bosco.
"Faith?"
She didn't say anything she just stood there looking back at him sadness and shame in her eyes.
He began to walk over to her but she stepped back. He decided to stop where he was and give her space. While he was standing there he started thinking about what Mikey had just said. He played the words over in his head trying to figure them out. He looked over at Faith, what had he seen before? He had stood there looking at her for a minute maybe more and then it hit him. He realized he had seen this before. The way she was acting...He had seen it all before....but it couldn't be the same reason for Faith, right?..... Of course not it had to be something else....anything else. He looked over at Mikey then back at Faith..... No it couldn't be. Why would someone want to do that to her? Why take her just to do that? He took another look at Mikey.
Mikey slowly nodded his head confirming Bosco's thoughts.
Disbelief crossed his face, "No" He said so quitely that it was almost a whisper. He shook his head and looked back at Faith and their eyes locked.
'It was true.'
Faith quickly looked down to the floor, tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She had looked away before she could see anymore of his expression, before she could see the disappointment in his eyes. She felt her heart beat faster and her stomach beginning to get nauseous. . She heard him starting to move closer. He was in front of her now.Tears began to fall, she saw one fall to the floor, she didn't give him a chance to say anything. She couldn't, she was so afraid of what he would say that she she just whispered. "I'm sorry....I'm so sorry Boz." She saw his hand going up to touch her shoulder but she panicked she turned and ran down the hall and into his bedroom and slammed the door behind her..
He felt like he was going to be sick. He crouched down and ran his hands over his face. "Damn it!" How could this be happening? How could this be happening to Faith? He didn't understand any of it. He had so many questions running through his head that he didn't have a clue where to begin. He let out a defeated sigh.
"I..." Mikey had started then cleared his throat and began again, "I found her like that....Her arms they're um they're filled with needle marks.....Bad ones.... Someone forced her to do it...But..."
"But what?" Bosco asked looking up towards Mikey.
Mikey just stood there hesitating with what he was about to say. He cursed himself for ever bringing it up.
"But what?!" He asked more sternly
"She's...she's to far gone Mo, she wont need to be forced anymore. She needs it now. If she's got it she'll take it on her own."
"uh uh, You're wrong, she wont!. She can fight this. She's stronger then this." Bosco shot back confidently as he stood up.
"Mo you saw her. She's in to deep. She's a junkie."
At Mikey's words he stormed over grabbed him and pinned him against the wall, "Don't you ever, EVER call her that again! Do you hear me?"
Shaken by his reaction Mikey stammered "I...I'm sorry I just..."
"She's not a junkie and she never will be. She didn't do this to herself. Do you think she wants to be like this?" Bosco shouted.
Mikey just looked back at Bosco. He very rarely saw Bosco so upset about anything. This wasn't normal Bosco going off on something this was much more.
He let Mikey go and backed off. It wasn't his fault that this happened. He shouldn't have been taking it out on him. After all if it wasn't for Mikey then Faith would still be out there somewhere. "Damn it! Who the hell would do this to her?"
Mikey just stood there in silence.
"Do you know anything?"
Taken back by his question Mikey just said, "No. If I would have heard something I would have come straight to you."
"Would you?"
"What?" Mikey asked puzzled.
"Would you have told me?, I mean what better way to get back at me for throwing your sorry ass in jail."
Mikey just stood their in complete shock. How could he had ever thought such a thing, "You're kidding right? You can't believe what you just said."
Bosco just kept glaring at him..
'He was serious'. "Fuck you Mo! You and me may have our problems but if you think for one minute that I would drag Faith into them and let someone do that to her just to get back at you...how could you even think that?" Mikey spat out angrily.
Bosco realized he had went to far again. He was letting his emotions get the better of him. He knew Mikey wouldn't do anything like that but he just didn't know what to do. He needed answers. He needed something. He had to find out who did this to her.
"Look man I'm sorry. It's just....I need to know who did this....I need to get them Mikey."
"I know. Look I'll go and call in some favors, see what I can find out. If I find out anything I'll let you know."
Bosco nodded, "Thanks."
Mikey turned to leave just as he was opening the door Bosco said, "Hey. Nobody finds out she's here, Nobody. Not until I figure this out. Not until I know what she wants. Okay?"
Mikey just nodded in agreement and left the apartment shutting the door quietly behind him.
Bosco leaned on the back of the couch and ran his fingers through his hair as he stared down the hallway. He took a deep breath. How was he going to fix this? He didn't know what to do or where to start. He knew he had to be strong and support her, that was a given. There was nothing in the world that would make him not be there for Faith. He just had to make sure she realized that. He had seen the way she looked at him, she was worried that he'd hate her or be disappointed in her. That would never happen. It was impossible.
He pushed himself off of the couch and started walking to his bedroom but made a stop at a closet in the hallway to get the first aid kit out. He wanted to fix up some of her cuts that he had noticed. He continued on to his room.
He stopped on the outside of the door and stood their for a few moments. He was trying to figure out what to do, how to help her but he couldn't. He wished he could go in there and make everything all right, back up time so that none of this had ever happened, But as much as he wanted to he couldn't. So now he had to figure out how to fix this. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. It would take awhile and it would be hard on the both of them but it was all worth it if Faith was Faith again. He couldn't bare to see that lost look in her eyes forever. He had to get the Faith he knew back. It didn't matter how hard or how long it would take. He just had too. He reached for the door handle.
She sat in the dark wanting nothing more then a hit, just a tiny one. Something to take the edge off. She stood up and started walking around. This was getting so hard and it had only been a few hours. How was she ever going to get through the days that were to come? As she paced around the room she wondered what would happen when Bosco came in to find her, or would he even come into find her? Maybe he had left when he figured it out. Maybe he didn't want to see her again. Maybe Mikey was standing outside trying to figure a way to tell her just that. She was so confused. In her heart she knew she could count on Bosco to stand beside her and help her through this. He would never turn his back on her. Her head on the other hand was telling her different. She kept remembering all of the things Bosco had ever said about addicts, how he hated them. She remembered things he had said about his own brother. How was he ever going to accept her if he couldn't even get passed Mikey's addiction? Just then she heard the door knob turn.
He slowly opened the door. The room was dark except for the light that was coming in from the hallway. He looked around the room and spotted her in the far corner. He slowly stepped in and placed the first aid kit on the night stand that was beside the bed. He then turned on the lamp sitting there.
"Faith?"
She hadn't said anything so he started to walk up to her. As he got closer she looked down to the floor. He hated seeing her like this, so afraid of him and ashamed of herself. That wasn't Faith. As he reached her. He gently picked up her hand and led her to the bed without saying a word. She hesitated for a brief moment but when she felt the gentleness of his touch she felt safe, a feeling that she hadn't felt in such a long time. He sat her down and then sat beside her. He placed her hand in her lap and reached over for the first aid kit. He opened it up and pulled out some bandages and peroxide. He took the peroxide and put some on a cotton and gently started to clean the cuts and scrapes on her face. She winced back in pain as the peroxide started to sting. He stopped scared that he had hurt her. When he was sure she was ok he continued. he could feel her looking at him but whenever he would meet her glance she would turn her eyes, and every time she did a little more of his heart broke He vowed to himself that he would kill the son of a bitches who were responsible for this.
Minutes had passed and neither of them had said a word, she was gratefully for the silence. She didn't know if she could handle the questions, she was barely handling this. She kept looking at Bosco, trying to figure him out but she couldn't. He was being so gentle, he wasn't asking her any questions, he was just being there and that is what she needed more then anything.
He had finished with all the cuts on her face, he went to move to work on her wrists and she pulled back like he had burned her. He slowly and gently laid his hand on top of hers and looked into her eyes, "Faith, it's ok." He whispered.
She took a deep breath and lifted up her hand so he could work on it. He quickly cleaned out the deep wounds and had bandaged them up. The look of them were making him feel sick, they were so raw. They had dirt and even small pieces of the rope thread stuck in there. He didn't know how she managed to the pain they must have caused.
He went to roll up her sleeve remembering what Mikey had said, if Mikey was telling the truth then they would need cleaning and bandaging to.
She immediately pulled back, but he was to quick for her and he grabbed hold of her hand with no intentions of letting it go. With sad eyes she looked at him and pleaded that he let her go but he didn't. He wasn't trying to hurt her or make her uncomfortable but if they were going to start getting through this then they would have to start now with this.
Her sad eyes were suddenly filled with anger and hate. With her free hand she slapped him across the face as hard as she could. He dropped her hand in the shock of what happened, he never expected Faith to do that. She shot up from the bed and started pacing the floor.
"I told you not to touch me!"
"Faith, I'm sorry I was just trying to help." he said hurriedly.
"Help? Help? Where the hell were you when I needed you? Why didn't you stop them from doing this? That would have been help."
The wind was knocked out of him, he couldn't breath.
Faith could see the affect her words had on him but she didn't care, she wasn't about to let him get dragged down with her, the sooner he hated her and what she had become the sooner they could get on with there lives.
He always could read her like a book and this wasn't any different, she was doing this to protect herself.....protect herself from him. Her words still ran through his head but he pushed them aside and focused on what needed to be done now.
"Faith...."
"Shut up! Go away!"
"I'm not going anywhere Faith and you know it." He began to walk up to her again.
"I said stay away from me, Leave me alone. I don't need you!" she said as tears started to swell in her eyes.
"You're stuck with me Faith because I'm not going anywhere." He said softly with confidence.
"Don't you get it?" She shouted as he kept moving closer. "I'm not me anymore, look at me. Look at what I've become,"
"Faith you will always be you, nothing will ever change that."
"Nothing huh? are you sure?" She couldn't hold back her tears anymore and they began to fall, as she spat out the next words,"I'm a junkie Bosco! I want nothing more right now then a hit, I would probably even hurt you right now to get one, doesn't that tell you something?"
His confidence never wavering he softly spoke, "it tells me you are lost, and you need help to come back. But you will Faith because you're stronger then this I know you are"
She shook her head, "I'm not Bosco, I'm not."she was talking lower now, the fight out of her.
Bosco stayed where he was standing making sure she was finished with her fight, when he saw her start to shake from her silent sobbing he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her tightly once more letting her cry on his shoulder. He ran his hand over her hair and softly whispered, "I'll fix this Faith, I'll find you, I promise I will."
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I own nothing. NBC,WB John Wells and many others own Third Watch
Authors Note: I'm so ashamed at how long it took to update this chapter (and I try to call myself a fan fic writer) I'm sorry if this chapter is disappointing, it went through more rewrites then the "who shot JR" story line ;) I just got fed up with it and posted what I had :) But I think I'm finally know where this story is heading and how to get there. I had hit a major block and it wasn't pretty. Hope it isn't too bad and you come back for more :) .......Well enough with my rambling on you go :)
Feedback : Is much appreciated.good or bad.
E-Mail: Wine_into_Water@hotmail.com
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Bosco turned around and saw her standing in the opening of the living room, she had taken a shower and she was wearing the clothes he gave her. She looked awful. What was wrong with her? He had never seen her like this before. Yes she had been taken for over a month and that would have it's affects on anybody but this? This was different. Something was wrong he could feel it but what the hell was it?
She stood there staring at Mikey silently pleading with Mikey not to say a word. Mikey just nodded his head and looked towards Bosco.
"Faith?"
She didn't say anything she just stood there looking back at him sadness and shame in her eyes.
He began to walk over to her but she stepped back. He decided to stop where he was and give her space. While he was standing there he started thinking about what Mikey had just said. He played the words over in his head trying to figure them out. He looked over at Faith, what had he seen before? He had stood there looking at her for a minute maybe more and then it hit him. He realized he had seen this before. The way she was acting...He had seen it all before....but it couldn't be the same reason for Faith, right?..... Of course not it had to be something else....anything else. He looked over at Mikey then back at Faith..... No it couldn't be. Why would someone want to do that to her? Why take her just to do that? He took another look at Mikey.
Mikey slowly nodded his head confirming Bosco's thoughts.
Disbelief crossed his face, "No" He said so quitely that it was almost a whisper. He shook his head and looked back at Faith and their eyes locked.
'It was true.'
Faith quickly looked down to the floor, tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She had looked away before she could see anymore of his expression, before she could see the disappointment in his eyes. She felt her heart beat faster and her stomach beginning to get nauseous. . She heard him starting to move closer. He was in front of her now.Tears began to fall, she saw one fall to the floor, she didn't give him a chance to say anything. She couldn't, she was so afraid of what he would say that she she just whispered. "I'm sorry....I'm so sorry Boz." She saw his hand going up to touch her shoulder but she panicked she turned and ran down the hall and into his bedroom and slammed the door behind her..
He felt like he was going to be sick. He crouched down and ran his hands over his face. "Damn it!" How could this be happening? How could this be happening to Faith? He didn't understand any of it. He had so many questions running through his head that he didn't have a clue where to begin. He let out a defeated sigh.
"I..." Mikey had started then cleared his throat and began again, "I found her like that....Her arms they're um they're filled with needle marks.....Bad ones.... Someone forced her to do it...But..."
"But what?" Bosco asked looking up towards Mikey.
Mikey just stood there hesitating with what he was about to say. He cursed himself for ever bringing it up.
"But what?!" He asked more sternly
"She's...she's to far gone Mo, she wont need to be forced anymore. She needs it now. If she's got it she'll take it on her own."
"uh uh, You're wrong, she wont!. She can fight this. She's stronger then this." Bosco shot back confidently as he stood up.
"Mo you saw her. She's in to deep. She's a junkie."
At Mikey's words he stormed over grabbed him and pinned him against the wall, "Don't you ever, EVER call her that again! Do you hear me?"
Shaken by his reaction Mikey stammered "I...I'm sorry I just..."
"She's not a junkie and she never will be. She didn't do this to herself. Do you think she wants to be like this?" Bosco shouted.
Mikey just looked back at Bosco. He very rarely saw Bosco so upset about anything. This wasn't normal Bosco going off on something this was much more.
He let Mikey go and backed off. It wasn't his fault that this happened. He shouldn't have been taking it out on him. After all if it wasn't for Mikey then Faith would still be out there somewhere. "Damn it! Who the hell would do this to her?"
Mikey just stood there in silence.
"Do you know anything?"
Taken back by his question Mikey just said, "No. If I would have heard something I would have come straight to you."
"Would you?"
"What?" Mikey asked puzzled.
"Would you have told me?, I mean what better way to get back at me for throwing your sorry ass in jail."
Mikey just stood their in complete shock. How could he had ever thought such a thing, "You're kidding right? You can't believe what you just said."
Bosco just kept glaring at him..
'He was serious'. "Fuck you Mo! You and me may have our problems but if you think for one minute that I would drag Faith into them and let someone do that to her just to get back at you...how could you even think that?" Mikey spat out angrily.
Bosco realized he had went to far again. He was letting his emotions get the better of him. He knew Mikey wouldn't do anything like that but he just didn't know what to do. He needed answers. He needed something. He had to find out who did this to her.
"Look man I'm sorry. It's just....I need to know who did this....I need to get them Mikey."
"I know. Look I'll go and call in some favors, see what I can find out. If I find out anything I'll let you know."
Bosco nodded, "Thanks."
Mikey turned to leave just as he was opening the door Bosco said, "Hey. Nobody finds out she's here, Nobody. Not until I figure this out. Not until I know what she wants. Okay?"
Mikey just nodded in agreement and left the apartment shutting the door quietly behind him.
Bosco leaned on the back of the couch and ran his fingers through his hair as he stared down the hallway. He took a deep breath. How was he going to fix this? He didn't know what to do or where to start. He knew he had to be strong and support her, that was a given. There was nothing in the world that would make him not be there for Faith. He just had to make sure she realized that. He had seen the way she looked at him, she was worried that he'd hate her or be disappointed in her. That would never happen. It was impossible.
He pushed himself off of the couch and started walking to his bedroom but made a stop at a closet in the hallway to get the first aid kit out. He wanted to fix up some of her cuts that he had noticed. He continued on to his room.
He stopped on the outside of the door and stood their for a few moments. He was trying to figure out what to do, how to help her but he couldn't. He wished he could go in there and make everything all right, back up time so that none of this had ever happened, But as much as he wanted to he couldn't. So now he had to figure out how to fix this. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. It would take awhile and it would be hard on the both of them but it was all worth it if Faith was Faith again. He couldn't bare to see that lost look in her eyes forever. He had to get the Faith he knew back. It didn't matter how hard or how long it would take. He just had too. He reached for the door handle.
She sat in the dark wanting nothing more then a hit, just a tiny one. Something to take the edge off. She stood up and started walking around. This was getting so hard and it had only been a few hours. How was she ever going to get through the days that were to come? As she paced around the room she wondered what would happen when Bosco came in to find her, or would he even come into find her? Maybe he had left when he figured it out. Maybe he didn't want to see her again. Maybe Mikey was standing outside trying to figure a way to tell her just that. She was so confused. In her heart she knew she could count on Bosco to stand beside her and help her through this. He would never turn his back on her. Her head on the other hand was telling her different. She kept remembering all of the things Bosco had ever said about addicts, how he hated them. She remembered things he had said about his own brother. How was he ever going to accept her if he couldn't even get passed Mikey's addiction? Just then she heard the door knob turn.
He slowly opened the door. The room was dark except for the light that was coming in from the hallway. He looked around the room and spotted her in the far corner. He slowly stepped in and placed the first aid kit on the night stand that was beside the bed. He then turned on the lamp sitting there.
"Faith?"
She hadn't said anything so he started to walk up to her. As he got closer she looked down to the floor. He hated seeing her like this, so afraid of him and ashamed of herself. That wasn't Faith. As he reached her. He gently picked up her hand and led her to the bed without saying a word. She hesitated for a brief moment but when she felt the gentleness of his touch she felt safe, a feeling that she hadn't felt in such a long time. He sat her down and then sat beside her. He placed her hand in her lap and reached over for the first aid kit. He opened it up and pulled out some bandages and peroxide. He took the peroxide and put some on a cotton and gently started to clean the cuts and scrapes on her face. She winced back in pain as the peroxide started to sting. He stopped scared that he had hurt her. When he was sure she was ok he continued. he could feel her looking at him but whenever he would meet her glance she would turn her eyes, and every time she did a little more of his heart broke He vowed to himself that he would kill the son of a bitches who were responsible for this.
Minutes had passed and neither of them had said a word, she was gratefully for the silence. She didn't know if she could handle the questions, she was barely handling this. She kept looking at Bosco, trying to figure him out but she couldn't. He was being so gentle, he wasn't asking her any questions, he was just being there and that is what she needed more then anything.
He had finished with all the cuts on her face, he went to move to work on her wrists and she pulled back like he had burned her. He slowly and gently laid his hand on top of hers and looked into her eyes, "Faith, it's ok." He whispered.
She took a deep breath and lifted up her hand so he could work on it. He quickly cleaned out the deep wounds and had bandaged them up. The look of them were making him feel sick, they were so raw. They had dirt and even small pieces of the rope thread stuck in there. He didn't know how she managed to the pain they must have caused.
He went to roll up her sleeve remembering what Mikey had said, if Mikey was telling the truth then they would need cleaning and bandaging to.
She immediately pulled back, but he was to quick for her and he grabbed hold of her hand with no intentions of letting it go. With sad eyes she looked at him and pleaded that he let her go but he didn't. He wasn't trying to hurt her or make her uncomfortable but if they were going to start getting through this then they would have to start now with this.
Her sad eyes were suddenly filled with anger and hate. With her free hand she slapped him across the face as hard as she could. He dropped her hand in the shock of what happened, he never expected Faith to do that. She shot up from the bed and started pacing the floor.
"I told you not to touch me!"
"Faith, I'm sorry I was just trying to help." he said hurriedly.
"Help? Help? Where the hell were you when I needed you? Why didn't you stop them from doing this? That would have been help."
The wind was knocked out of him, he couldn't breath.
Faith could see the affect her words had on him but she didn't care, she wasn't about to let him get dragged down with her, the sooner he hated her and what she had become the sooner they could get on with there lives.
He always could read her like a book and this wasn't any different, she was doing this to protect herself.....protect herself from him. Her words still ran through his head but he pushed them aside and focused on what needed to be done now.
"Faith...."
"Shut up! Go away!"
"I'm not going anywhere Faith and you know it." He began to walk up to her again.
"I said stay away from me, Leave me alone. I don't need you!" she said as tears started to swell in her eyes.
"You're stuck with me Faith because I'm not going anywhere." He said softly with confidence.
"Don't you get it?" She shouted as he kept moving closer. "I'm not me anymore, look at me. Look at what I've become,"
"Faith you will always be you, nothing will ever change that."
"Nothing huh? are you sure?" She couldn't hold back her tears anymore and they began to fall, as she spat out the next words,"I'm a junkie Bosco! I want nothing more right now then a hit, I would probably even hurt you right now to get one, doesn't that tell you something?"
His confidence never wavering he softly spoke, "it tells me you are lost, and you need help to come back. But you will Faith because you're stronger then this I know you are"
She shook her head, "I'm not Bosco, I'm not."she was talking lower now, the fight out of her.
Bosco stayed where he was standing making sure she was finished with her fight, when he saw her start to shake from her silent sobbing he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her tightly once more letting her cry on his shoulder. He ran his hand over her hair and softly whispered, "I'll fix this Faith, I'll find you, I promise I will."