A/N: I am so mean to Jude… it's not that I don't like him. I love toothbrush man/Wal Mart electronics department guy! Don't worry, everything will be ok soon Jude lovers. Now I'm gettin' my JXN gears grinding, just for you Kendra. Yeah, yeah I said WXOC, but that can wait.
Jonesy placed a hand on the back of Nikki's head and pushed it into his shoulder. He could still feel her trembling, so the arm around her back tightened as he rested his chin on her head. Salty tears dropped off his cheeks as he stroked her purple hair.
"Nikki… g-god Nikki, its all m-my fault… I'll nev-never be able to…ahbuhu… f-forgive my-myself… I-I'm so f-fucking stupid…" He choked.
Nikki kissed his neck as she nuzzled deeper into his body. She felt the salty drops soak her head as he continued to cry. She could feel more tears well up in her chocolate eyes.
"No Jonesy. I let Stone drag me down here. I… I am too weak."
Jonesy sniffed. "You're the strongest person I know. You always stand up for what you believe in, and speak your mind no matter who hears it."
Nikki smiled weakly. She shifted her body to lean on Jonesy's broad shoulders, but felt a sharp pain in her "tender area". She let out a cry and balled her hands into fists. Jonesy noticed, and put his large hands on top of her fists.
"Nikki, I think you need to go to the hospital." He stated.
She shook her head furiously. "No. I don't want to. No rape reports for me. No way, no how!"
"Well what about a… a... come on Nikki! You need to get some help!" He partially yelled.
"I just… I don't want people knowing…" She muttered sadly.
Jonesy rubbed his thumbs on Nikki's soft hands as he pondered. She stared into his complex eyes, as he was lost in thought.
After several moments, Nikki broke the silence. "Jonesy?"
"Nikki, do you remember those two weeks I worked at that doctor's office?" He asked.
Nikki nodded. "It was the longest you ever worked at one place. Why?"
Jonesy shuddered slightly before replying. "Well, Dr. Trosome made me assist him in a… prostate exam."
Nikki's pierced eyebrow cocked. "A prostate exam…?"
Jonesy rubbed the back of his neck. "Well I heard it was only performed on guys but, I could be wrong…"
"Well, what is it?" Nikki asked puzzlingly.
"It's where… the doctor takes a rubber glove… and… he… examines you." Jonesy slowly explained.
An awkward silence followed.
"Well, I mean like, since you don't wanna go to a doctor… or… you know? Forget it. It was a dumb idea. Never mind. I didn't say anything." Jonesy rambled.
Nikki cleared her throat before speaking. "Well… are you sure you know what you'll be doing?"
Jonesy shrugged. "Well it didn't look all that hard. I just like… need a rubber glove."
"Well…" Nikki began. "I guess it's better than a stranger prodding me."
Jonesy felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face. He let go of Nikki's hands, and rummaged through cupboards to find a rubber glove. Nikki watched as he threw random bathroom necessities around. He hesitated for a moment when his paws came upon tampons. Jonesy earned a glare from Nikki before throwing them to the floor. Toilet paper, soaps, a hair dryer, candles, and more tampons found their way to the tile floor before he found a box of rubber gloves. He turned to face Nikki.
"Hey look Nik! I got some." He proclaimed.
Nikki smiled nervously. "That's cool."
Jonesy read the nervousness in her grin. He went over and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"We don't have to Nikki. I'm just worried about you, that's all…"
Nikki felt a blush creep up her face. She turned away and brought her hands to her hot cheeks. Jonesy sat on his knees behind her and put his hands on hers. His chin nestled into her hair as he squeezed her hands lightly.
"The choice is yours. Do you want to?"
Nikki sighed deeply and nodded. Her hands broke free from Jonesy's and made their way to the button on her pants. They began to tremble ever so slightly as the button got pulled out of the slit in the pants. The cargos slowly fell off her body. Jonesy did not move. He just stared at the darkened spot on her underwear. He began to gag as the stench of blood entered his nostrils. Jonesy backed away and held a hand up to his mouth. Sweat soaked his forehead and dripped off his bangs onto his chest. Nikki turned back to see the cowering Jonesy trying to hold back vomit.
"Jonesy? What's wrong?" She asked.
"B-b-b-b-b…. you're… blood." He whimpered as he pointed at Nikki's rear.
Nikki brought her index and middle finger to touch the soaked section of her underwear. She examined what rubbed off on her digits, and then wiped it on her pants. Jonesy's breathing grew heavier as the memory of his bloody nose flooded his head.
"Jonesy, are you going to or not?" Nikki asked with a hint of annoyance.
Jonesy hit his head several times and exhaled loudly. "Ok."
The snap of a rubber glove echoed in Nikki's ears as Jonesy edged closer to her backside. He put a hand on one of her cheeks and rubbed it lightly. Nikki growled.
"This is not a date."
Jonesy ripped his hand away. "I-I'm sorry…"
Nikki could not help but giggle slightly. Jonesy smirked and teasingly did it again. A giggle replaced Nikki's growl. She tried to be stern with her words but it failed.
"Jonesy! C-cut it out! Ha ha!" She giggled.
Jonesy smirked and raised an eyebrow seductively. "What's this? I believe there is a command on your ass. I think I should obey it…"
Nikki gasped. "Jonesy! I swear to freakin' god, if you even think abo…ooooh…"
His teeth glided down her cheek gently. He wasn't actually biting it, but his pearly whites were present. Jonesy choked on bile as he saw the blood stain. He pulled away and burped loudly. Nikki flinched and waited for the sound of liquid splashing on the floor. It did not enter her ears. She did, however, hear Jonesy cough several times.
"Bad… idea." He sputtered through the coughing fit.
Nikki chuckled to herself as Jonesy got the last few coughs out of his chest. He exhaled again, and resumed the examination. He pulled the thin material from her cheeks and down far enough to her asshole. Jonesy let out a scared, shuddering sigh as the blood smeared on her ass. He gulped down his stomach contents. Jonesy took his ungloved hand and rested it on Nikki's lower back.
"Are you ready?" He asked quietly.
"Yes." Nikki squeaked.
Jonesy bit his lip as he took the gloved hand and drew it closer to her cheeks. He stuck out his index finger only and placed the tip on her entrance. He took his other hand off of Nikki's back and used his thumb and index finger to spread her cheeks. Nikki winced and cursed under her breath. Sweat coated Jonesy's face and chest as he, with extreme caution, pressed his digit into Nikki. She inhaled sharply and squeezed her eyes shut. Jonesy eased his finger from side to side and felt several tears. He slowly withdrew his finger and stared at the blood left on it. Jonesy made an odd "eeruup" sound, and dashed for the toilet. Before he realized that Stone was still there, Jonesy let his stomach come up. The mass of yellow-brown coated the back of Stone's head and neck. Droplets of vomit dripped off of his hair and into the toilet bowl. He stared at Stone's lifeless body for several moments before reality hit him. Jonesy threw himself backwards, as if something had actually physically hit him. At this point, Nikki had pulled up her underwear and cargos. She turned to Jonesy.
"Nice. At least you didn't throw up on me." She laughed.
She raised her eyebrows in worry as no reply came from Jonesy. "What's wrong?"
His large hand raised and pointed at Stone. It trembled greatly as he kept his finger pointing at the person he had killed several minutes earlier. Like Jonesy, it took Nikki a few seconds to absorb the seriousness of the situation. She gripped Jonesy's arm tightly and brought herself closer to him.
"He's… dead?" She asked, knowing full well what the answer was.
Jonesy swallowed in an attempt to clear the dry lump in his throat. His head nodded up and down slowly. They met each other's eyes. The onyx and chocolate irises were both flooded with fear. A quiet squeak caused them to tear their gaze. It sounded like a sneaker moving across a floor.
"No." Nikki and Jonesy said simultaneously.
They both stared hard at Stone; waiting for him to move again. After what seemed like hours, Stone's foot twitched again. Jonesy reached for Stone's neck to check for a pulse.
"I don't feel anything…" He muttered, confused.
"Move your fingers. Maybe they're in the wrong spot." Nikki suggested.
Jonesy did as he was told, but he still did not feel the rush of pumping blood on his fingertips. He slowly withdrew his hand as it began to tremble again. Nikki took the shaking body part into both of her hands.
"I… I murdered him." Jonesy whispered.
Nikki took one of her hands off of Jonesy's. She grabbed the bottom of his jaw and forced him to look at her.
"No. You didn't murder him. You killed him." She corrected.
"It's the same freakin' thing! Some guy is dead because of me!" He yelled.
Nikki wiped Jonesy's spit from her face. "Does anybody care if this guy is dead?"
"… Uh…" Jonesy couldn't answer.
"Well I don't care. You don't care. Besides, I'm sure we could turn this into a self-defense story."
"Turn it into a… wait. We're telling people about this?!"
Nikki nodded and gave a "duh" expression.
Jonesy pulled away from Nikki. He turned his back to her and hugged his knees. He rested his chin on his kneecaps, and began to rock back and forth slightly. Nikki's face softened as she wrapped her arms around Jonesy's shoulders.
"I'll make you a deal Nikki. We'll tell the police about what happened, if you go to the hospital. I noticed a few tears."
Nikki sighed deeply. Her grip tightened on his shoulders. She didn't want to go to the hospital, but Jonesy didn't want to confront the fuzz.
"… Fine. Fine! I'll go to the goddamn hospital."
A small smile crept up Jonesy's face. "See? I can make you do anything."
Nikki hit him on the back of the head playfully. "Yes Jonesy. I will succumb to your every demand."
Jonesy turned around to face Nikki, careful to not break her grip. "Oh really? Any demand?"
Nikki felt a small blush fill her cheeks. Jonesy smirked and placed a kiss on her reddening face. This only caused Nikki to turn even redder. He moved his mouth to beside her ear.
"Any demand?" He whispered.
Nikki bit her lip and forced herself to avoid Jonesy's eyes. "Ok, so, where do we go first? Hospital or police station?"
"My priority is you. Hospital." He answered.
Nikki sighed. "Ok. How are we going to get there?"
"I'll drive. Come on, I wanna get you there now."
Jonesy hoisted Nikki to her feet. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her up the stairs of the basement. He hurriedly went back down to close the bathroom door, when he realized he had broken it off the hinges. Jonesy just shrugged, his mind was focused on Nikki. He opened up the basement door and led Nikki through. This time, he remembered to close and lock it. Jonesy pushed the crowds out of his way as he exited the front door. His grip tightened on Nikki's shoulders. Nikki smiled lightly at how protective he was being. The garage door opened with a click of a button. The Ford F-150 beeped loudly as Jonesy unlocked its doors. He opened the passenger side and helped Nikki inside. He crawled over her and settled himself into the driver seat. Jonesy stuck the key in the ignition and turned it hard. The engine roared as he squealed out of the driveway and down the road.
A/N: Ok, so, if you remember, Jonesy had a few chug-a-lugs. Now he's driving. Ooh, the suspense is killer! Is my audience worried about poor little Jude? You'll have to wait. Next chapter is about WXOC. Ah ha, I'm evil. R&R.