A/N- Btw I don't own FAKE, and the song lyrics I used earlier are not mine either, they belong to The Scissor Sisters.

Good Night

Drake's POV

As soon as I got the call I left Bernie's and ran to JJ's apartment. All I knew was that something was very wrong. JJ doesn't often cry over being dumped, but when he did he really needed me there. My footfalls echoed sharply through the hum of the busy night streets. My mind raced with me all the way up the two flights of stairs, to the door. I knocked without hesitation, eager just to see him, to make sure he was okay. He answered quickly and kept his head bowed slightly so all I could see was the shine of tears. I came around the door, aching to console him.

"Are you okay, you sounded really upset-" I was more winded than I should be, it was going to give away all my worry. Then realized what I was looking at, the blood streaked across his face and chest, the puffiness around his eye, that lip- No, not JJ, I couldn't be seeing this right. "JJ, wha-" I quickly snapped his front door shut and my stomach dropped to ground level from where I stood. Devastated. Before I knew what I was doing he was in my arms and I was squeezing him. His body shook with the force of his sobs while he clung to me. "What's his last name, JJ?" I heard myself whispering urgently, "Just his last name, I'll make him wish he was never born, I swear." For a moment I thought he might tell me, his body had relaxed slightly in my arms, but when I pulled him back enough to look me in the eye his were dull and resolute.

"I can't say." He grabbed me around the middle again. I didn't push the matter on him. I wanted to like no other, but he had been through enough without my prodding. That, and I didn't want him to let go of me. "I would tell you, I just can't." JJ looked up at me and I pushed his hair out of his eyes so I could see those crystalline irises again.

"Well, what happened?" I asked softly while I wiped his tears away. I examined his lip. It definitely looked like a bite mark.

"He bit me." JJ sniffled. It would have seemed almost silly if there wasn't blood mottling his alabaster skin from the wound.

"Jesus Christ. Let's get you cleaned up." I led him to the bathroom, where I had him sit on the closed toilet lid. He pointedly avoided his own reflection, which led me to believe he hadn't even looked at himself yet. I grabbed a washrag that was already wet and laying across the sink. There were dark stains on the cloth and I shuddered inside, imagining a disgusting faceless man wipe JJ's blood off himself. "Were you two fighting?" I asked, trying to mask the revulsion that had overwhelmed me while I rinsed it clean. The reddish swirls brought back dark memories, I shoved them away.

"No." He wouldn't meet my gaze.

"Do you not want to talk about it?" I offered.

"We were kissing, just kissing." JJ rasped.

"And he just-?" He nodded solemnly. I knelt in front of him, carefully taking his chin in my hand so I could assess the damage. Purple splotches had already spread over the top left quarter of his face. It was darkest in the corner of his eye near his nose. It was already nearly black, the color most of the marks would end up. I pulled back JJ's bangs a little and could see it splashed up his forehead. Not the worst I had ever seen but the fact that it was JJ ripped a fresh hole in my chest. I noticed his glassy eyes peering at me, oddly concerned. "Where are you, JJ?" I asked.

"I don't know what I did." I had heard this so many times, yet every time hurt just as badly as the last.

"You didn't do anything." I said quietly, trying to control my voice and focus on gently wiping the blood, tears, and who-knew-what-else off his beautiful face. "It wasn't you, JJ. This happened because whatever prize you're with this time is a sick, sick human being. Let me see the inside of your lip." He gingerly pulled his lip down, I could see the pain shoot through his brows, but he held steady without a sound. There was an inch-long crooked gash running along the tender pink flesh. "Shit. You might need stitches in that one."

"No." He said firmly, and I could see the agony make him tense. He let his lip go. "I'm not going to the hospital looking like this. You can't make me."

"Alright, okay. If you're not comfortable with that, I wont make you." I gazed at his sad, swollen features. It was agonizing how familiar this all felt, my eyes burned with subdued tears as I cleaned the streak of drying blood off his chest. This was the first instance, that I knew of, and if the guy was already this bad- It could only get worse so, of course, I say what I feel the need to say. "If you're not going to tell me his last name, I would really like you to report him. Or I could, anonymously, you can write it down and I'll promise not to look." Don't push too hard, I begged myself, all that will do is make JJ distance himself from me.

"I really can't do that." JJ said. "He has a family, it would tear his life apart."

"JJ." I shook my head, rinsed the washrag again. "I don't want to see you get killed over some guy. I-" I paused, desperately searching for the right words. "I care about you a lot." I watched his frown, so painfully close to setting a small kiss on the corner of it. The moment passed, and there was a brief flash in JJ's eyes that worried me. I hope he didn't notice my inner struggle to keep myself from attacking him in this vulnerable state. I cleared my throat. "Next time this happens, you call me. It will happen again, JJ. Don't think it wont."

"What would you be able to do?" JJ mumbled, dropping his eyes to his hands clamped between his knees.

"I'd be here in a heartbeat and I'd rip his fucking lungs out." I told him, lifting his chin so he could see I was not kidding. All my gesture did was make him look even more worried, if that was possible. I regretted saying it almost instantly. "Now, I'll go get some ice. Don't move." I hurried into the kitchen, wrapped cubes of ice in a paper towel and re-entered the bathroom to catch JJ twisting himself to see his own face in the mirror.

"Hey, none of that." I insisted, hurrying to him and guiding his face away from the reflection. The tears that had already dried were renewed with a vengeance while I pressed the cool package to his stained skin.

"I can't hate him, Drake." He took control of the bag of ice and I took his other hand between mine.

"I'm not asking you to." I murmured, rubbing my thumb over his light flesh, my eyes followed the veins in his hands to his wrists. I noticed the harsh pink coloration wrapping itself around them. "He did this too?" JJ nodded and his face started turning darker shades of pink. "Did he hurt you while you were..?" He nodded again and his hands started shaking with his shoulders, sobs jerked though him and I rubbed his arm compassionately, my heart ached seeing him in so much pain.

"I couldn't do anything!" He cried, "I couldn't breathe and he wouldn't let me go! And then he was just hitting me and yelling and I couldn't stop him!" He deteriorated into low moans. I tried to shake off the sudden faintness I got from the images in my head of JJ being choked across my parent's bed, my father on top of him, hands around his throat- I shook it off more forcibly, hating that my father was always the default. "He's bigger than me, and my hands, he's so much stronger, I thought he was going to kill me, I never knew how all those women felt-" He relapsed into hysterical, full-throated sobs he clearly had no control over.

"Shh," I purred, "You should get some rest, JJ. You've been through a lot tonight."

"And then I said something mean cause I was hurt that he was so mean to me and it just made it worse!"

"I know, JJ. I know how it gets." His hysteria subsided slightly while I helped him to his feet and into his bedroom.

"How can you possibly know?" JJ groaned, allowing me to sit him on his bed. I couldn't answer him, and I let my eyes tell him so. His eyes drifted over the sheets, rumpled and twisted. I followed his gaze and noticed small splatters of red.

"Is this where it all happened?" I asked, petting his rumbled yet still silky hair slowly. He nodded slowly.

"It was our first time." He sniffed loudly and when he looked up at me there was an intensity in his eyes I had only ever seen when he was immersed in work or Dee. "I ruined it. It was supposed to be special." I was at a loss for words, confused by this weird redirection of the conversation. It never failed to make me uncomfortable when JJ talked about having sex with guys, which he knew but never addressed. That was the way I liked it, he never drew attention to my blush or awkward naivete around the subject, and I never complained about hearing about it. I honestly didn't mind hearing about it, I've talked about girls and it was just as foreign to him as men were to me. We had an understanding on the subject, we'd listen so the other could get things off their chest and do our best to give advice.

"You gave consent though, right?" I asked, trying to tread carefully. JJ was silent, his nervous eyes moved from bed to me to floor and finally came to rest on the orange cord coiled in his sheets.

"I don't know anymore." I sat next to him, watched his matted eyelashes gather more moisture with every blink. The forgotten ice bag was still clutched in his hand, I gently raised his hand so the towel was once again covering his developing bruises. "I thought I did, but I'm not sure if I'm okay with what happened."

"Did he.." I took a long breath, "Did he rape you?"

"No, I don't think so, it was just so cruel." I let out my breath slowly, relieved. "I don't want to stay here tonight. I can still feel him in here." JJ shivered. I immediately stood and started digging through his dresser.

"You'll stay with me." I told him, picking his favorite shirt. He liked it for the flattering cut, because I had never told him that the forest green color brought out his eyes beautifully. Black slacks, black tie, dress socks. I handed him a tee from another drawer to put on now, helped him slip on his jacket and slippers, grabbed his work shoes and we were out the door.

JJ was silent most of the way to my apartment, his eyes stayed away from mine until we passed Bernie's. The bar was already closed for the night.

"Do you want to get a drink after work tomorrow?" He asked shyly. My heart pounded at the invitation. I cleared my throat nervously.

"Ah, sure. I mean, why not?" I forced my hands into my pockets so I could wipe the sweat off my palms inconspicuously.

"I just figure, you always ask me and last time I didn't even spend any time with you." He seemed down about it, so I nudged him playfully with my elbow.

"Well, I saw you and Dee talking I wanted to give you some space." His shoulders stiffened and I wondered what kind of nerve I had hit. He didn't talk for the rest of the way, leaving me to my imagination.

When we got into my own apartment JJ peeled his jacket off, kicked off his slippers and wandered to my couch.

"I'll sleep out here, so I wont bother you." He muttered.

"I don't have enough blankets to set you up out here, feel free to make yourself comfortable in my room. We'll both sleep in there, the bed's big enough." It was a lie, okay? I had enough blankets but I couldn't stand the thought of JJ tossing and turning on my worn-ass couch. He needed a good night's sleep and I would make sure he'd get it. Anyway, I don't need to explain myself to you. I led him to my bedroom, pulled back the sheets for him and watched him hesitantly slip in.

"You're sure this is okay?" He asked. "You're not uncomfortable sharing a bed with me?" I smiled patiently, pulling the sheets to his waist. He leaned back against the pillows and stared up at me, concerned, confused, touched.

"JJ, you're my best friend. I don't mind at all. I'll go grab my ice pack, get settled in."

"D- Do you mind of I take off my shirt? It's warm in here..." He trailed off and I waved a hand at him, trying my hardest to play it cool.

"Go for it." I left for my kitchen and when I pulled the gel pad out of my freezer I realized my hands were shaking. All these years JJ had been my partner and not once had he stayed in my bed, nor had I been in his. If we had too much to drink we generally passed out on each others respective couch, or the floor depending on whether or not it was tequila we'd been drinking. But then, all these years I hadn't felt for him the way I do now, that was the difference tonight, that was why my hands were shaking.

I took a few deep breaths on my way back to my room and came in to find a lovely sight. JJ had lain himself down, shirt on the floor, face nestled into not the pillow on his side, but the one on mine. His light hair was splayed across both pillows. I crept to my bed, fearful of waking him.

"Could you leave the bathroom light on?" JJ's voice murmured, making me jump.

"Whatever will make you more comfortable." I hurried to switch the light on as he asked and made my way around to my side of the bed. He blinked up at me without moving, so I assumed he wasn't going to be moving off my pillow, but I didn't mind that in the least. "I brought this, you can just set it-" I set it myself on the marks that glared up at me. "Let me get ready for bed." I went around to the other side of the bed and undressed in a flurry, keeping an eye angled at JJ to make sure he wasn't sneaking peeks. I was oddly disappointed when he didn't budge, and kept his back to me the whole time. I watched his prone figure for a moment after pulling my work shirt off, my fingers grazed the four scars on my chest, the one on my diaphragm. My thoughts roamed over JJ's slim frame and I wondered if he would think I had an attractive body. I wondered if he would ask me about my scars if he ever saw them... if he would kiss them and run his fingertips over them, murmuring words of comfort as a few women had over the years.

I shook the thoughts out of my head, forcing back my blush, and pulled my tank top on.

"Do you mind if I sleep in my boxers?" I asked. He shook his head no, not saying a word. I glanced at the window and met JJ's eyes in the reflection. He immediately burrowed his head in between the pillows and made a soft sound. My face burned, he had seen everything. I prayed he couldn't have made out the scars in the reflection and rushed into the bed. JJ backed away from me a little, presumably giving me space. I lay flat on my back focusing all my energy on the ceiling.

"I didn't mean to look." Came his melancholy voice near my head. "Habit, I mean, it's not every day..." he drifted off and I glanced at him to see if he had fallen asleep only to meet his eyes directly, his face was just as red as mine. "I'm sorry, I know you're straight, so... I didn't see the harm in looking but I feel bad, y'know. I feel dirty." He must not have noticed the scars, I sighed with relief.

"Don't worry about it." I swallowed. "I would have done the same thing in your situation." I wanted to slap my hand to my forehead in embarrassment after that confession.

"If I was a woman?" JJ offered.

"Sure." It was silent and I felt stupid for agreeing, all I was doing was making myself readily unavailable to him. Letting him point out to both of us that I like women was only hurting my chances of ever... ever what? Being with him? I don't even know what I want. I flipped off the lamp to distract from the tension. "You sure you're okay to go to work tomorrow?"

"I'm no coward." JJ said quickly, then fumbled over himself. "I mean, what does it matter? I'll say I got in a bar fight."

"I guess." We both fell silent and it became comfortable once again.

"Thanks for all this, Drakey." JJ whispered, and moved in closer. He pecked me on the cheek and retreated to his own pillow again before I could blink. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight JJ." I watched the shadows of his eyes roll closed under the ice pack and a couple minutes later he was breathing deep and slow, fast asleep. I carefully removed the pack to see the swelling had be staunched, I set the pack on my nightstand and watched him sleep.

After a while, possibly twenty minutes of sleeplessness on my part a muscle in his arm twitched and his jaw clenched, I dutifully rolled onto my side and brushed a few strands of hair behind his ear, I could feel the familiar lumps on his head where he had been hit. I knew those too well. He whined a little, his breath became forceful and his brow was knotting up. It must be a nightmare. "It's okay, JJ." I whispered. I allowed my fingertips to linger at his lobe, traced a lazy arch to his jaw, and even ventured to run my knuckles up his collar bone to his shoulder, to the muscle that had twitched in his bicep.

His nightmare seemed to quiet down, the serene look overtook his features once again and I broke out in a sweat.

This was a kind of chance I had never had before. I caressed his neck and prayed he wouldn't wake up before I could do what I had been longing to do for so long now. My stomach was twisting with nerves, I had never even done anything like this with any girl I'd been with, it was all new to me. I moved just a little closer, close enough to brush my nose over his cheek. My heart raced again, making my blood boil as I very, very gently lifted his chin so I could-

I met his lips with mine and a sharp pain hit me hard in the chest, I wanted nothing more than to protect my Jemmy. I would find this man, this faceless piece of shit. No one, not even JJ himself could stop me. My heart pounded through my head while I pulled away from his soft, warm mouth. A sweet smile slipped across JJ's sleeping face and he shifted, stretching slightly and rolling to face away from me.

"Mmm, that was nice Drakey." He slurred in his sleep, and his breath returned to its easy pattern. I tenderly laid my hand on his hip and felt the darkness washing over me.

A/N: sorry for another short chapter, I had to rewrite it in Drakes POV, :) I meant the story to be about Dee, gee I wonder who I really sympathize with?

R&R pleeeease! Let me know how I'm doing here, folks.