This is just for fun. I realize that there's no way the storyline is going to go this direction (Gaia is a PG-13 site, after all), but it was a good way to kill some time and have fun being sick and twisted while all the other Gaians were busy making asses of themselves or picking on the ones making asses of themselves. v
This fic will also have some NC-17 type stuff later (like the title would suggest), but since that has to be cut out for this site, I'll have the adult version on my Media Miner account.
"IAN!" Sasha screamed as she watched Ian fall backward onto the stone steps of the courthouse. He landed with a sickening thud and tumbled down the steps to the ground; Rufus likewise fell beside him.
Moira, numb with shock, let her hand slip from Sasha's shoulder as the island girl ran forward. The police officer that had been guarding the door to the courthouse reached Ian at the same time Sasha did.
"Ian!" Sasha cried again. She reached for the prone man, but the police officer reached out and stopped her.
"Don't move him," the officer instructed. "He's injured, and we have a crime scene here." He waved to two other officers who had appeared in the doorway at the sound of the commotion. They hurried down the steps and started to move the crowd back.
Sasha kneeled down next to Ian. She put her face into her hands and sobbed. "Who would do this?" she cried. "Who would want to shoot Ian? He's a wonderful person…"
The police officers finished cordoning off the area and moved back to the steps. They examined the area where Ian had fallen for any clues; the officer kneeling next to Ian was fishing in his pocket for something to stop the bleeding.
"Fortunately, it doesn't look like a fatal wound," he said. "If we can get him to a doctor, he should be all right."
One of the two on the steps called down to their fellow officer. "The bullet went clean through," he said. "It's lodged here in the ground." He pointed to where the second officer was marking a circle with chalk.
Just then, Gino pushed his way through the crowd and came up behind Sasha. "Oh man…Ian!" he said.
Vanessa appeared beside him. "I called a doctor," she said. "They're on their way."
"How did this happen?" Gino asked.
"I think everyone would like to know that," Moira replied. She walked up and stood next to Vanessa. She gazed around and her eyes came to rest on the clock tower. "Strange," she said. "It's the same time of day as when Johnny Gambino was shot." She glanced quickly at Gino. "Sorry," she said.
"No, no, it's quite all right," Gino replied. "In fact, you're right – it's the exact same time of day as when my dad was shot." He straightened up and narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the clock face on the tower.
"You don't suppose it's the same person who did it, do you?" Vanessa asked. "I mean, a gun like that is hard to come by – even Edmund doesn't sell anything like that, and he has some of the rarest and most expensive stuff around."
"We can't rule anything out at this point," Gino said. "I'm going to do some checking around; my dad had connections with most of the rare items dealers. I'll start with them."
"Be careful, Gino!" Sasha exclaimed. She raised her tear-stained face to look at him. "First it was your dad, now it's Ian – anybody could be shot next!"
"Don't worry, Sasha," Gino said. He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. "I'll be all right – if I can manage Jack and Santa, I can manage whatever crazy is doing this." He gave her a quick nod and then disappeared back into the crowd.
Just then, there was a soft groan from the ground. "Unh…Sasha?" Ian's eyes fluttered open and peered blearily around.
"Ian!" Sasha exclaimed. "I'm right here." She grasped his hand in hers and leaned over him.
"W-what happened?" Ian asked slowly. "I must have hit my head when I fell…I have such a headache…" He tried to sit up but winced in pain and lay back again. "Shoulder hurts," he gasped.
"You were shot, Ian," Moira said. She kneeled down next to Sasha. "Thankfully, the bullet didn't kill you – but you should stay still until the doctors get here."
"Sh-shot?" Ian whispered. "Who…?"
"We don't know, Ian," Sasha said. "But we're going to find out. Gino just left to start asking some people he knows. There might be some connection to the person who shot his dad."
"What?" Ian asked. "The person who shot Johnny Gambino? Why would he want…" His voice cut off with a choked gasp as a jolt of pain ran through his shoulder. "Why would he want me dead too?"
"It doesn't make any sense," Vanessa said. She wrapped her arms around herself. "It's downright creepy, is what it is. Do all of us have to be afraid of being outside at noon, now?"
Ian started to sit up again, but a wave of lightheadedness overcame him and he slumped back to the ground.
"Ian?" Sasha cried. "Are you all right?"
"Dizzy…" Ian replied. "And tired…"
"Just hang in there, Ian!" Sasha begged. "The doctors are on their way. You'll be fine soon!"
Ian gave her a weak smile and lightly squeezed her hand. "Sasha…" he began.
They were interrupted as a trio of white-coated doctors emerged from the crowd. They carried a stretcher and medical bags, which they promptly set down beside Ian. "Let's have a look," one of them said.
Ian gasped and trembled slightly as the doctor pulled the blood-stained fabric away from the gunshot wound. The doctor then lifted Ian enough to look at the back of his shoulder.
"The wound goes all the way through," the doctor said. "Let's get him back to the clinic so we can lay him down on a bed; we need to be able to clean this wound out and get him stabilized before we can truly assess the damage."
The other two doctors helped him carefully move Ian onto the stretcher, then they lifted him off the ground in a smooth motion.
"I'm going with you!" Sasha exclaimed. "And we need to bring his cat, Rufus. Rufus goes everywhere with Ian." She quickly scooped up the prone cat and scrambled to her feet.
"Let's go, then," the head doctor said. "Time is of the essence."