"Stop!"
Sam woke up, looking around seeing the guy sitting on another mattress with his pants down that appeared trying to pull Jackson down on top of him. Jackson was struggling against him, pushing against him to get away.
"Hey!" Sam yelled, jumping up.
The guy pulled the gun out of nowhere pointing at him. Sam put his hands up, looking at Jackson. The guy roughly pushed him toward Sam. Jackson ran to him, hugging him. Sam wrapped his arms around him, whispering to him,
"Don't watch, try to think of something else." Sam pushed him off to the corner.
Sam watched as he laid on the mattress turning toward the wall.
"Whore get over here."
Sam sighed and walked over to the guy. He stood there in front of him, he pulled Sam down.
"Fight me, the little brat will pay."
Sam nodded. He pushed Sam onto his back, he tied his hand above his head. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled down his pants and underwear. The guy stood and stripped also, and crawled on top of him. Sam looked away as the guy entered him savagely.
Sam looked over at Jackson who peaked over and as soon as they locked eyes Jackson turned away facing the wall again. The guy's breath was hot on his neck, Sam frozen just laying there until the guy was coming inside him. The guy pulled out, taking his cock and jerking him off roughly. The guy finally got up and left the room. Sam sat up pulling his underwear and pants up, buttoning up his shirt as he got up walking over to where Jackson was laying. He crouched down beside him,
"Jackson."
Jackson turned and sat up, hugging him. Jackson tucked his face into his neck, they laid there Sam comforting him until a single shot rang outside the door. Michael, Jesse, and Fi pulled up outside this warehouse.
"You think this is the place Fi?"
"Yes, it better be."
Michael and Fi took one side while Jesse took the other. As They searched the building, they heard a door open and followed the sound. They came to a door as someone was walking out. Fi ran up behind him, pointing the Glock to his head.
"Drop it."
The guy went to turn and Fi dropped him, the shot ringing out. Michael and Jesse came up behind her, and took the keys from the body and opened the door. Sam jumped at the gunshot, pulling Jackson behind him watching the door. The door opened and Sam sighed in relief as Fi ran to him, she dropped at his side pulling him into a hug. Sam relaxed into the hug, as Michael and Jesse looked at the young boy behind him. Jackson backed away toward the wall, Sam leaned back looking at him.
"Buddy these are my partners I told you about." Sam held a hand out to him.
Jackson ran to him, Sam picked him up as he tucked his face into Sam's neck. Michael and Fi looked at each other, Sam looked at them.
"Let's get out of here." Sam said.
They led both of them out to the charger, Sam set Jackson down and got in and Jackson followed as fast as he could. He climbed into Sam's lap as Fi climbed in the back also. Fi rested her head on his shoulder, with Jackson's head on his chest. Not five minutes later both Sam and Jackson were asleep. The other three were quiet until they got home. Once they pulled up to their house, Fi gently woke Sam up. Fi got out, and Sam handed her Jackson and got out. After they got inside Fi laid him on the couch. Jesse went home, leaving the three of them. Sam sat on the opposite couch, Fi and Michael stood in front of him.
"What happened Sam?" Fi asked.
Sam shifted back and forth, then leant forward.
"He uh… he was going to hurt Jackson so I convinced him to hurt me instead."
Michael sat beside him, he flinched as Michael wrapped an arm around him. Fi sat on the other side, Sam couldn't stand it any longer getting up.
"I'm going to shower, watch him please."
Sam left the living room, going to the bathroom. He stripped off getting in the hot shower. He scrubbed his skin until it was blood red. He got out, putting on a clean t-shirt and shorts. He went back out to the living room checking on Jackson. He didn't see Jackson anywhere,
"He's in there Sam." Michael whispered.
Sam turned to see Michael beside the guest room. He walked over, Michael caught him hugging him.
"Are you okay with this?"
Sam melted into him, burying his face into his neck. He felt Fi come up behind him, hugging him too.
"Let's go to bed." Fi whispered, as they broke apart.
"You two go on, I'm going to check on him."
Michael was about to protest when Fi grabbed his wrist pulling him toward their room. Sam went into what he guessed was Jackson's room now, Jackson was awake looking around.
"Buddy."
Jackson lit up, smiling as Sam sat on the edge of the bed. Sam looked around the room,
"You like it?"
"Never had my own room or slept in an actual bed." Jackson whispered.
"Well tomorrow, we will go shopping for some stuff."
"Really? You're not going to find an adoption place?"
"We will, but you're staying with me no matter what."
Jackson nodded and sat up hugging him. Sam smiled, hugging him back.
"Lay down, no one is going to hurt you again."
"Promise?" Jackson asked, as he laid back.
"Promise."
Jackson smiled, feeling safe and fell asleep. Sam stood going to their room, he walked in seeing Michael and Fi sitting at the end waiting for him. They moved over, and he sat between them. Fi laid her head on his shoulder as he kissed her head. Michael wrapped an arm around his shoulders. No one moved for a while, before Mike got up going to pull the sheets down. Sam tried to stand but Fi clung to him tighter, refusing to let go. With a small chuckle, Sam scooped her up in his arms, cradling her close as he laid her down gently on the bed. She reached for him again, her hands tugging on his shirt, not wanting him far. Sam smiled warmly as he settled in between her and Michael, Fi immediately settled on top of him. Her fingers traced small circles on his chest, her breath warm against his skin. She sighed contentedly, whispering,
"Don't ever leave us again."
Sam smiled and kissed the top of her head, pulling her in even tighter. Fi's hand slowed its tracing on his chest, her breaths evened out as sleep claimed her. Sam looked over at Michael,
"What do you know about Jackson? Do we need to look for parents?" Michael whispered.
"He said he was in foster care and his social workers were behind the kidnapping. I just interrupted it."
Michael could tell something else was going on that he wasn't telling him.
"Did he touch you or him?"
Sam's face said it all. Michael cursed, Sam gently moved closer to him resting his head on his shoulder.
"I'm okay, Mikey."
"Physically, how about psychological?"
Sam set up, leaning over him and kissed him. He broke the kiss, and looked into Michael's eyes with a soft, reassuring gaze.
"I'm okay, really. I promise. It's not just about what happened, it's about how we handle it together. And right now, I'm here with you."
Sam laid back down, turning toward Fi and resting his head gently on her shoulder, wrapping an arm around her. Michael watched as Sam's breathing evened out and he fell back asleep, finding comfort in the intimate, quiet moment they shared. He laid down, wrapping an arm around Sam. Sam pulled Fi closer to him, then pulled Michael closer against him. Soon the three of them were sound asleep.
