Mr. Normal
Chp. 17
Struck by You
Disclaimer: I don't own it. My disclaimer sucks I know, but I couldn't think of anything funny.
Rating: Yes this chapter only has a different rating. M, and it isn't because there is naughty things, I promise. It is kinda graphic.
Pairing: Jake and Miley
Summary: Jake finally comes back after two years of trying to figure out what a normal kid is like
He'd caught up with the four other people, as Miley was getting into the car. Les was holding the door for her. Lily and Oliver had jumped into the backseat, from the trunk. It seemed Les had everything, a convertible, his girl, her friends, and everything else that Derrick had ever dreamed of having. He'd finally gotten so tired of it, and seeing the Mustang just made his blood boil over the top.
He determinedly walked over to Les, grabbed him from behind and slammed him into the passengers side, in turn making Les lose his hold on the door.
"Ow! You stupid idiot," Miley had screamed in a blood curdling way, as the edge of the door had dug into her lower leg.
The boy he had pinned to the car had looked down, but Derrick had been too intent on rearranging his face to pay much attention. He'd heard her scream, but didn't realize what he'd just done.
He quickly learned that when Les's face turned that shade of red, that he just reacted without much thought. Derrick had looked directly into his eyes, and he could see the anger in them. This he could work with and understand.
But he hadn't expected the strength the skinny little guy had in his body, as he'd thrown him up against the Honda Civic his car was parked beside of. He knew that his surprise had shown on his face, but it surely didn't beat the look he had as he saw Les pull his fist back in preparation of beating his ass.
"You ignorant Son of a Bitch," he'd screamed in Derricks face, spit flying onto his forehead, and cheek. Les was pissed, well so was he.
He'd tried to push the other guy back against his own car, but he was pinned to the Honda with Les's hand tangled tightly into his shirt, and he couldn't really move with the force of his grip.
"Look what the hell you just did!"
He was completely in shock by the fierceness with which Les was speaking, He could see in his eyes, and stature that the guy was out for blood, and it wasn't just anyone's blood he wanted. It was his.
"I said to look at what you did, you dumb ass!"
Derrick took a quick look down, only to see that Oliver and Lily had jumped back out of the Mustang, and Miley's leg was dripping blood profusely onto the asphalt by the door. There was at least a six inch gash in her leg, and it looked deep enough that it might have hit the bone. He visibly flinched at the sight.
"Yeah you'd better regret it, but just in case you don't." Les's fist hit him squarely in the jaw, as he turned to look back up at him.
His head lashed to the side, blood flew from his mouth, and landed right on the white hood of the Civic. His mouth filled with an interminable amount of metallic tasting fluid, then his eyes landed on the puddle of blood that had flown from his body, and he realized that Les had knocked a few of his teeth out along with it, but he didn't have time to think about that at the moment, because Les's fist had found his stomach, and he'd doubled over in pain with the force of the blow.
Damn the kid had some major power in that little body, and after that blow Derrick was infuriated all over again. He'd pulled himself up to his full height, and faced right up to the other guy, and gave him a steely eyed stare full of hatred.
Before he could try and get his own fist up, Les had punched him again. His nose splattered over his face, and it felt as if it might be broken. He raised his hand up to it, and he brought it back dripping with the crimson fluid from his smashed face.
At the sight of it, he balled up his own fist and it flew into Les's eye, if he didn't get another blow in, at least he knew that he'd messed up that pretty face, and that was more than enough satisfaction for him.
"Oh, buddy. YOU just made your last mistake." He heard Les say, as yet another blow met with his face, the brunt of the blow had knocked a few of his front teeth loose, he could feel them moving as he ran his tongue over the affected area. His lip had gotten busted up with the punch also.
Miley watched in morbid fascination as Jake had pummeled the living daylights out of the bane of her existence. She knew that she should try and break it up, but her leg was killing her. There was a pretty deep gash in it from the door, and she really did need to get to the hospital, although Oliver had been nice enough to give her his plaid button-up to make a tourniquet with, but the thing hadn't stopped bleeding yet.
Jake had nailed him in the jaw, and knocked some teeth out with the force of his fist, she'd seen them as they'd flown from his mouth, and landed on the hood of Mrs. Martinique's Honda Civic. Boy would she have a surprise when she came out and seen that laying on her car. She'd almost laughed at the thought, but had refrained, because Jake had punched Derrick again, and made more blood fly from his mouth. This glob had landed right beside Lily's foot, and she'd quickly moved away from it, and nearly on top of Oliver, who'd been tying his shirt up around her leg.
She shook her head in amazement as Jake let another punch fly straight into Derrick's nose, and yet more blood flew. She just knew that the guys nose had been broken with that blow. It had just flattened right down onto his upper lip. She flinched at the pain it must have caused.
Derrick had finally gotten a good lick in, and Jake's head was knocked back with the punch, but there wasn't any of his blood flying around, so he'd probably have a black eye tomorrow.
"Oh, buddy. YOU just made your last mistake," she heard Jake state in vehemence, as his fist started to fly with one/ two punches, landing wherever they may. He wasn't even trying to make them land in one specific spot now. He was just punching to be punching.
Miley had never seen so much blood in her life. There were puddles of it everywhere, on the cars, on the ground, rolling down Derrick's face, and on his white t-shirt.
She looked down at her two friends who were still trying to get her own bleeding under control. "You know guys, we should really break this up."
They just looked up at her, with a 'No way am I getting into that' look.
She tried to get up, but Lily easily pushed her back down.
"There is no way you're even getting near that, Miley," Lily said with a sternness that she'd never heard from her before.
"Well some one has to break them up. Les is going to kill Derrick if we don't."
Lily's eyes wander slowly over in Oliver's direction. "Well it can't be you, you're already bleeding way too much, and I'm definitely not going to get in the middle." She'd said it matter of factly, her eyes still on Oliver, who'd been shaking his head vehemently in denial.
"No, NO, NO!" Oliver didn't want to get his face rearranged in the mess that was now Jake, and Derrick's stupid little fight.
"Come on Ollie, some one needs to." Lily pleaded with him, giving him Miley's patented puppy dog look.
Miley watched the doughnut's shoulders drop in defeat, no man could resist the puppy eyes.
She glance over to the Honda, only to see that Derrick was beat and bruised to the extreme, and Jake didn't look as if he even have a scratch. Jake was getting ready to send another blow towards Derrick's head.
"Oliver, you'd better get over there like NOW!"
Oliver had turned frightened eyes on the fight. "I don't think I really want to," he said in a shaky voice.
Jake didn't get to throw his last punch, because Derrick had passed out, and slid down the driver's side of the white car. In his wake he'd left bloody swipes from his hands on the door, and window.
Oliver hadn't had to break it up, because Jake had just let the other guy drop to the ground, and turned to the stunned trio that was at his own car.
Miley looked into his eyes, he didn't show in regret at what had happened in them, as well as he shouldn't. Derrick had had it coming for a while. It's just her getting hurt was the catalyst, she didn't like that it had taken that to get Derrick to get the hint to leave them alone.
She looked down at his prone form leaning, limply against a teacher's car, and couldn't help but shake her head at him.
Jake had made his way back to her, and bent down to inspect her plaid covered leg.
"How does it feel?"
It took a minute for it to sink in that he was speaking to her, "It hurts," she finally finds her voice, and gives him a pained smile, as he probes around the make shift bandage on her still bleeding leg. He pulled his hand away quickly at her sharp intake of breath.
"Sorry!" He scoots away from her, not wanting to cause her anymore pain than she already had.
"It's okay, but I think we should probably call an ambulance." She nodded her head in the direction of the idiot that had decided to take Jake Ryan: Zombie Slayer on.
Jake looked in the direction that she was nodding, the dude had deserved what he'd gotten, he'd injured Miley, and that was just way too unacceptable in his book. But the guy was pretty well thrashed, he didn't know that he could get that mad anyone.
He turned his attention back to Miley's leg, the gash was still bleeding, and he really needed to get her to the hospital, before she ended up on the ground like Derrick from the blood loss.
"We'll call on our way to the hospital, Miles." He threw her his cell, as he got up from kneeling at her feet. "You may need some serious stitching up, there."
Lily and Oliver had jumped back in the backseat, as Jake had made his way around the front of the car, and opened up the driver's side to get in.
Miley was punching in nine-one-one, as he high-tailed out of the parking lot, and made his way to the hospital.
He looked down at her leg, as he heard her say that she'd seen some guy just get his butt kicked at school, to the person on the other end of the phone. Blood was still running down her leg, at an alarming rate. It had pooled on the top of her boot, and started to slither down it to the floor board of his car. Luckily he'd put some of those rubber mats over the carpeting. Blood would be a pain to get out of his flooring.
His eyes made their way to her face, and it was pale, way too pale. If he didn't get her to a doctor and fast she'd probably end up passing out on him, and he really didn't want that to happen.
He was already doing ten miles over the speed limit, but as he looked at her, his foot got a mind of it's own and floored it.
Lily had taken the phone from Miley trying to tell the nine-one-one operator where they could find Derrick.
Miley had handed it to her, right before she'd leaned her head against the window, and looked directly into his eyes.
At that moment he knew that she was going to give into the drowsiness of the blood loss.
"Miley," he said trying to keep her attention on him, and to not give in. "Look at me, sweetie."
Her eyes fluttered slowly, and then opened to look back over to him.
"That's good, now just stay with me. We're almost there. Don't give in."
She smiled weakly at him, closing her eyes again.
"Oliver?"
"Yeah?"
There's a cooler back there, see if the cool pack is melted."
He heard muffled complaining as Oliver knocked into the back of his seat, making him swerve wildly.
"Could you try not to do that again," he stated, as he was bumped from behind again.
"Sorry, but this is one heck of a tight fit, and the cooler is right under.. Ah, got it!"
Jake watched as Oliver's head popped back up into the rearview mirror. He could see Lily's head for a split second as she grabbed the Igloo from her boyfriend, and hastily zipped it open.
"Hey!"
"You were being too slow about it." Was her only explanation, as she triumphantly came back out of the cooler with the melted cool pack.
She started waving it around between the seats, so he could see that it was now jelly, instead of rock hard ice.
"That's good."
"Well what do you want me to do with it now that I have it," she'd asked sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes, "It's not that I want that exactly, but the water that should be in the bottom of the cooler."
"OOOHH!" Lily had figured it out.
"HUH?" And apparently Oliver was still just as clueless as he'd always been.
Lily was sitting behind Miley, and upended the contents of the cooler over the back of the seat, and poured it directly onto Miley's head.
She'd come to with a spluttering, and spitting, spraying the Armor Alled dash board with the cold water.
He'd placed his hand on her leg, and squeezed it, making her turn to him.
"Sorry, hun, but it had to be done."
"And just why would pouring ice cold water over my head be something that had to be done, JAKE RYAN!"
She looked so cute with her hair all wet and plastered to her cheeks, he really wanted to kiss her in that moment, but she was looking at him like she could kill him, so he'd forego the thought for the moment.
"Because I sat here and pleaded with you not to pass out on me, and you did it anyway."
"MMPFF!" She crossed her arms over her chest, and slid back down into the seat.
"I said I was sorry, don't get mad. If it makes you feel better, you look really cute with your hair all wet."
"I do not." She grumped, leaning her head back on the coolness of the window.
"Don't you pass out again," he'd warned.
"I promise I won't, I don't like icy cold showers. Plus, right up there's the hospital, so if I do there will be cute doctor's, and male nurses to pick me up and carry me inside."
"There will be no one other than yours truly picking up, and carrying anything that has to do with you, anywhere."
"Awe! Come on Jakey, I wouldn't mind some cute male nurse carrying me around, especially if he looked like that guy that plays Peter on Heroes."
He just growled at the thought, and turned into the parking lot of the Emergency Room of the hospital.
A/N: Well, well Derrick finally got his comeuppance. And don't you just love it. You know what to do, Be kind Review.
