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Title: Outta My Sight
Rating:PG13
Disclaimer: (I figure it's about time for a new one) Annie Proulx is AMAZING! Luckily, I have the privilege of goofing with her characters. No money is being made off of this, nor will any ever be.

"Well," Officer Chucks grumbled, "we'll jus' havta ask aroun'."

"WHAT? Jack an' I didn' do nothing. On'y sleepy. I swear!"

"An' why am I supposed ta believe you, Del Mar?"

"Ya got to! I gotta get Jack home. See how bad he's messed up?" He gestured to the limp form still loosely clinging to him. He felt bad about using Jack, but he really did want to get him home and take care of him. They only had four hours of driving left, but this officer was really holding them up.

The officer shrugged, "Aw, Hell, yeh two make me sick. Get outta my sight 'afore I change my mind!"

Ennis nodded his thanks and scooped up Jack.

"A fool I must look, carryin' you aroun' Jack!" he whispered loudly in the man's ear. Jack shifted in his arms, but didn't otherwise make an attempt to acknowledge Ennis' words.

He set his guy gently in the passenger side of the truck, the raced over to his own side.

"You hungry Jack? I shore am." With that, he pulled out of the parking lot.

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Next to Ennis, Jack was chewing carefully, so as not to hurt his jaw. Ennis had already finished his lunch and downed a second beer before looking at Jack.

"Yeh mind if I start drivin' now?"

Jack looked out the window at the tall grass next to him. Not a building or a single tree for miles. It reminded him of the area where he had been ambushed.

"Yeah, let's get the fuck outta here," he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. Ennis shifted the gear and chose to ignore Jack's tears. Ennis wasn't much good at comforting.

Fifteen minutes later, Jack asked Ennis to pull over.

"What is it?"

"Well, we got a problem."

"And that would be...?" He looked at Jack with concern and choke the engine.

"I gotta...uh-"

"You gotta what?""

"Uh, ok, you know this looks a helluva lot like where Henry beat me up, but I REALLY gotta take a leak."

"Oh..." When they were at the hospital, it was easy enough to pick him up and carry him to the toilet, but what could Ennis do know that there was nothing for Jack to sit on?

"Well I...How're we-"

"I got an idea. You ain't gonna like it much, but..."

"Where're you goin' with this?" Ennis was getting extremely impatient with Jack's stuttering, and was nervous about what Jack was going to make him do.

"Will yeh jus' listen?"

"Sorry. What do I gotta do?"

"I'm 'onna need ya to stand behind me. Ya know, lemme lean on ya. I cain't stand with two broken legs. You said so yerself."

Ennis sighed. He know Jack was right, but doing that would be uncomfortable, to say the least. Especially for Ennis who could easily be seen holding Jack from the side of the road.

"Mmk...guess there ain't no other way, huh?"

"No...I don' think there is."

He pulled Jack out and carried him about 25 yards before setting him down. Then he put his hands under Jack's armpits and pulled him up. He clasped his hands around the man's chest.

"K," he grunted, "hurry up, this is hard ta do."

Jack weaved his arms around the bulky ones holding him up so he could unzip his pants.

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Finally, they were at Ennis' beat down house. It was more of a shack, than a house. He thanked God that Jack's medicine had put him to sleep again, and prayed the man would sleep until he was inside, where it didn't look so bad.

He put Jack in his wheelchair and threw one of Jack's heavy bags over his shoulder. How would he keep the door open? He pushed Jack – who was still snoozing – up to the door, opened it, and decided to use the weighty duffle bag as a door stop.

The wheelchair jiggled as it rolled over the metal thresh-hold, but still Jack did not stir. "Damn!" Ennis spoke more to himself than anyone else, "Thos pills sure know you out good, Friend!" He tugged off his own boots and pulled the bag away from the door. When he turned to Jack, the small man was yawning. "Where're we, Ennis?"

"Where d'ya think, dummy?"

"Oh that's a real nice way to welcome me home!"

"Can ya think of a better one?"

"Yeah, I can, where's the bedroom?"

Ennis grinned at Jack's half smile, and felt his jeans tighten. He suddenly felt awful that Jack could do so much with a little smile, and Alma had to work so hard just to get Ennis going. The pang of guilt left him, though, when Jack called his name.

"Ennis, you look like you're gonna need some help."

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It had been raw, full of need and lust, like their first night on Brokeback. Ennis pushed Jack on the bed roughly and pulled his jeans down faster than a NASCAR racer. Jack winced as he remembered Henry doing the same thing. Ennis, it's Ennis...Ennis, Ennis, Ennis he continued to tell himself. But he couldn't get the picture out of his head.

Behind him Ennis knew something was wrong. He was used to Jack making some noise. A grunt or a moan of pleasure, at least. He slowly pulled out of Jack, ignoring the aching in his own member and rolled his partner over, careful of his casts.

He smoothed the dark hair out of Jack's sweaty face, "What's wrong, baby?" he cooed.

"I'm sorry Ennis! I kept tryin' to remember it was you, but..."

"Shh, it's alright, we'll try again later." He cuddle Jack in his arms and kissed the top of his head, until the other man rolled over and kissed him back.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled into Ennis mouth.

"How many times I gotta tell you Jack? This. Ain't. Yore. Fault."

He pet his friend's hair some more, and eventually Jack snuggled into his chest, arms draped over his shoulders. They're legs were entangled and Ennis continued to rub Jack's back and twirl his hair in his fingers. And even though they hadn't had sex, even though Ennis would need to jack off tonight, he was content for now, just to hold Jack again.

A/N: A lot of people had been asking me where the sex was, and I thought, I want some in there, but it just wouldn't fit for Jack, who's still healing, to go right into battle, now would it? So I put something in for you, I hope you like it.

A/N: The police officer, I was thinking of taking that somewhere, but then I felt Jack and Ennis had had enough hardship and that would have taken it too far. I hope you can forgive me for kind of just...dropping that. Plus I really wanted to get them home.