Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (3/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack/Will; Anamaria/Elizabeth (More implied than graphic portrayal)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Mentions of Will’s date rape, some violence and nasty Gibbs.

Disclaimer: HA! I own nothing! I’m a pathetic college student that can’t seem to stop writing gay porn! LoL! It’s a sickness really….or an obsession….hmmmm. The title is a line from the Veruca Salt song Volcano Girls. I don’t own that either I just think it goes well with the fic and I love Veruca Salt!

Beta: Mistaya! Ruler of bunnies and queen of English Grammar!

Feedback: I doubt anyone’s reading this!

Summary: School time…how will Will face Avery and let’s not forget our down and out reluctant kidnapper Jack….and nasty Gibbs…poo on him! I do love bikers…*drool*

Author’s Notes: I’m a loser! If anyone’s still reading this than you’re a peach!

Author’s Notes 2: *~*~*~* denotes scene change or passage of time and “speech” ‘thoughts’. Okay here we go!

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Monday morning came all too quickly for Will. He wanted to fake sick but Elizabeth insisted that he get up and face the world. She understood why he didn’t want to go, but she worried if he stayed home today that he’d crawl into his shell and never come out again.

“Don’t worry Will,” she reassured. “Fake some queasiness and go to the nurse today, and then tomorrow we’ll figure out how to get you into another gym class.” Will just nodded and stared out the window. His stomach was already in knots; faking queasiness wasn’t going to be a challenge. He wished it weren’t so warm today. He wore a white t-shirt under his school shirt today, feeling the need for the extra protection.

“W-what if I see him in that halls? Or he’s waiting for me?” he asked worriedly.

“I’ll walk you to most of your classes so you won’t be alone. Most of our classes are close together anyway….well, except eighth,” she comforted. He smiled nervously at her and fidgeted again.

The school came into view and Will sucked in his breath. Elizabeth patted his knee and gave him a peck on the cheek. The siblings exited their limo and made their way towards the front doors. Will never thought the place looked so big. He didn’t want to stay outside with all the other students like he usually did. He just wanted to make it to his homeroom. Elizabeth walked with him to his locker and then followed over to his homeroom. Some of Will’s other friends were in the room and he felt relieved to see them. They said their goodbyes and he headed over to chat for a while before school actually began.

“Good luck, I’ll meet you by the cafeteria at the beginning of fifth,” she stated calmly before heading to her own locker.

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“Put that out! I’m getting cancer just sitting here with you,” Jack hacked from the passenger seat of the stolen van. They were parked outside of Maxwell High School waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

“There they are. Good, both of them are here today,” Gibbs mumbled to himself, taking another drag off his cigarette. Jack sighed and waved his hand in front of his face.

“I’m sorry what was that? I couldn’t hear you over my lungs /blackening/ because of that bloody fag!” he shouted, annoyed. “They smell rotten too. Why would you smoke Camels?” he complained. Gibbs turned to him and blew a puff of smoke into Jack’s face causing him to hack.

“You must be mistaking that stench for your liver rotting,” Gibbs smirked, as Jack’s retort fell short and the younger man huffed, crossing his arms and scowling.

“Give me those damn binoculars,” he snapped, bored as hell and angry at being awakened so early. Gibbs handed them over and snuffed out his fag on his arm. Jack grimaced at the gesture and squirmed in disgust (1).

“Bleeeehh! Use a bloody ashtray!” Gibbs laughed and blew him a kiss. Jack shuddered. “Don’t know what to do with that,” he muttered looking at their targets. He had to admit that the kid was attractive… seemed oddly nervous though. He bolted straight for the school. “Are you /sure/ we’ll even /have/ an opportunity to nab this kid?” he asked disbelievingly.

“Trust me… I’ve thought about this… a lot,” he said maliciously. Jack observed him with morbid curiosity.

“You need a hobby mate,” he said critically. He put his boots up on the dashboard and leaned back in his seat. “This better pay off… I hate kids,” he grumbled.

“Oh it will,” Gibbs spoke excitedly, “it will…”

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It was third period and Will wanted to die. Gym was third period. He anxiously made his way down the suddenly /very/ long hallway to the gym. He had tried the plan and gone to the nurse but she told him he had to get a pass from Avery first. He tried to charm his way out of it claiming that he wasn’t one to abuse the nurse’s office and couldn’t she make an exception? He knew she felt for him but… rules were rules.

He started humming to himself as he made his way there, a nervous habit he’d picked up from when his parents used to fight. He only hoped that there would be other boys from his class already changed so that they wouldn’t be alone. He peaked open the big wooden doors and poked his head in. He laughed in relief to see two other boys waiting for class to start. He walked in and frowned when he didn’t see Coach Avery.

“Hey, Tony, where’s Coach Avery?” he asked as nonchalantly as he could. Tony looked up and made a face of contemplation before snapping his fingers.

“Uuuuhhh, oh, yeah! He’s in his office… come to think of it… he said he wanted to see you,” Tony remarked flakily; he never was the brightest crayon in the box. Will felt his stomach jump into his throat. He swallowed nervously and smiled as best he could.

“T-thanks,” he said shakily, slowly making his way to the small room on the other side of the gym. He took a deep breath and raised his shaky hand to knock on the door. “C-coach? Can I have a pass?” He hoped he could handle this through the door. He had no such luck as Avery opened the door and looked him over.

“Oh, come on in Will,” he smiled, stepping to the side to make room for the young man. Will shook his head and backed up a few steps.

“N-no. I just need a pass for the nurse… I feel a little sick, it’s my stomach,” he lied, placing a hand over his abs. Avery put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him concerned.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, trying to pull Will into his office. Will brushed his hand off and stepped back some more. He was starting to get angry.

“I’m fine. I just feel nauseous; I need a pass so I can go lay down in the nurses office,” he snapped, glaring at his Coach. Avery smiled at Will as if he were a five year old.

“Is somebody cranky? You don’t need a pass baby, you know you can just lie down in my office,” he offered as if he were offering a winning lottery ticket. Will scoffed and scowled at him.

“I’d rather die,” he hissed. Avery’s expression did a complete 180. He gripped Will’s shoulder painfully tight and pulled him into the office. He slammed the door shut and pushed Will against it. He continued to squeeze Will’s shoulder causing him to wince in pain.

“That wasn’t very nice William,” he seethed harshly. Will felt his newfound courage squashed by the menacing stare. “I don’t think you fully appreciate what I’ve done for you.”

“What /have/ you done for me?” Will asked angrily, finding his backbone again. “You forced me on Saturday… you… you raped me!” he yelled heatedly. Avery slapped a hand over his mouth and dug his thumb into Will’s shoulder socket (2). Will screamed into the hand over his mouth and struggled to get away. He couldn’t escape the grasp so he kicked Avery in the shin, causing him to jump away in pain. Will pushed past him and headed for the door that lead to the locker room. Avery grabbed his backpack and Will slipped out of the shoulder straps. He bolted through the door and panicked when he saw that it was empty.

“Get back here Will!” he heard Avery boom from behind him. He ducked behind one of the rows of lockers and listened. He heard Avery storm into the room and run towards the door that lead down to the gym. He heard the door open and close so he came out of his hiding place. “I knew it!” Avery shouted from his right and Will yelped in fear before running for the door that led outside. He just made it outside when Avery caught up to him.

“Let me go!” Will shouted pulling against the older man’s grip.

“You don’t get to tell /me/ what to do!” the man screamed at him, his face red and furious. “If you thought last time hurt wait until I get through with you this time!” Will had tears in his eyes he was so scared, he struggled for all he was worth; he didn’t want to get dragged back into the locker room. At least outside there was a /chance/ someone would help.

Neither of them noticed the black van pulling up close, or the two leather clad men that emerged from it and made their way over.

“Stop struggling, /baby/! You know I’m right!” Avery almost had Will inside the door. Will was desperate.

“No, no please!” he begged, tears streaming down his face. He fell to the ground in an attempt to make himself more difficult to move. Avery went to pick him up when someone punched him in the jaw. His grip on Will immediately released. Will scampered back on the pavement watching in shock as some stranger with dreadlocks beat the snot out of his molester.

Avery curled up into a fetal position and wailed in pain as the stranger in tight leather continued to kick him in the ribs. Will slowly rose to his feet and continued to watch in shock until Avery finally passed out, and the man that looked like a gay Captain Morgan (3) turned to him. Will shook his head in disbelief and smiled.

“T-thank you,” he breathed in relief, his heart still palpitating from his panic. His supposed rescuer suddenly pointed a gun in his face.

“Scream and I’ll kill you,” the stranger warned darkly.

Will looked at him, confused, and started to back up. He hit something hard and was confused until an arm wrapped around his waist and a hand smashed over his mouth. He screamed in shock but it was muffled. The dreadlock man came at him and pulled out some duct tape. His two new attackers forced his hands behind his back and taped his writs together, before slapping a piece on his mouth.

He was dragged back towards the van and he started fighting more profusely. He didn’t know what they wanted but a black van was never a good thing! He shook his head and tried to plead with them but the tape prevented any attempt at diplomacy. Out of frustration one of them slipped a black hood over his head, blocking out his vision.

One grabbed his ankles and the other held his shoulders as they tossed him into the back, banging his head against the opposite side. He heard them arguing and he tried to listen through the haze.

“Just fucking drive the damn van, Jack!” one of them snapped. He heard the other one mutter under his breath but he couldn’t understand the semi-slurred speech. One of them came in the back with him, but he didn’t know which was which. Was Jack the one with the dreads? He hadn’t gotten a good look at the other. He felt hands on his body and he whimpered in fear, trying to get away.

“Don’t worry, lad…. just be a good boy and this will all go very easy for you,” a gruff voice barked at him. He was pulled up and felt the man nuzzling his neck and sniffing his hair through the hood.

‘Oh, god… they’re going to rape me, too,’ he thought despairingly. One of the man’s hands slid down his body and grabbed his groin. He started crying and tried to pull away. He must have made enough noise to attract the attention of the other because he heard him yelling at the man next to him.

“Hands off the merchandise! He’s for ransom, not pleasure!” The man next to him grumbled but removed his hand. Will felt a small sense of relief, but he was still scared out of his mind. Who were these men? Where were they taking him? Ransom? Did that mean they weren’t going to kill him?

They drove for what seemed like hours. Will was getting tired; his back hurt from the awkward position his bound hands forced him to sit in. Finally he felt the van stop and heard the door open. He was roughly yanked out of the vehicle and dragged across a graveled driveway. From the sound he guessed wooden steps lead up to the house or shack that he was taken into. They pulled him up the stairs and tossed him in a room. He hit the floor and groaned in pain.

One of them came over and forced him into a sitting position before yanking the hood off his head. It took a few moments for his eyes to readjust but when they did he saw two tall, angry looking men in leather staring down at him like he’d just insulted them.

“Why’d you take the hood off? Now he can identify us!” the dreadlocked man asked angrily, smacking his partner.

“Hey, this was /my/ idea. I call the shots,” the older man snapped. Will recognized the voice and realized he had been the one groping him in the van. Will felt a tremor go down his spin…this man was in charge? He didn’t hold out much hope for his safety. The older one of his attackers snapping his fingers in his face interrupted Will’s revere.

“Hey, kid!” Will looked up frightfully and raised his eyebrows in question since he couldn’t exactly talk. “How much /is/ your daddy worth?” he asked, his voice sly and sleazy. Will looked down at the duct tape over his mouth and then back up at his kidnappers. The dreadlock man caught on and ripped the piece off none to carefully. Will yelped as the tape pulled out pieces of his thin mustache.

“Ow,” me mumbled, licking his lip in an attempt to sooth the angered flesh.

“Answer the question!” Gibbs snapped, slapping Will across the face, causing his head to snap to the side. He wasn’t even allowed to recover before the man grabbed his chin and brought their faces extremely close. “How much money does your daddy have, brat?” Will’s eyes were big and frightened and he stumbled over his answer.

“I-I-I-I’m n-not sure exactly,” he confessed, hoping it would be enough. Gibbs growled and smacked Will again, eliciting another yelp of pain from the teen.

“That’s not what I want to hear. How much?” he shouted in Will’s ear.

“I-I-I don’t know… maybe… um… few million?” he guessed frantically. His father had never discussed finances with him or Lizzie; he said they were too young. “I’m telling the truth! He never talks about that stuff with us!” he blurted out, when he saw the man raise his hand to strike him again. He squeezed his eyes shut, but the blow never came. When he cracked open an eye he saw that the dreadlock man had stopped the older one.

“He’s no good damaged! Besides, the family will want a photo, and do you think it’ll look good if the rug rat has bruises all over his face?”

“Fine!” the older one griped, slapping the piece of duct tape back over Will’s mouth. Will whined, but didn’t struggle. The dreadlock one pulled out a camera and set up the shot.

“Smile pretty,” he said sarcastically as he snapped the picture and pulled out the instant photo, waiting for it to develop. “I’m hungry,” he stated flatly as he waved the photo around, trying to get it to develop quicker. “Does this place have any food or should I get some Subway (4)?”

“Everything is fully stocked. Make something for me, too.” Jack perked up and rubbed his hands together.

“Fully stocked eh? Does that mean… /rum/… as well?” he asked giddily, his eyes sparkling. Gibbs huffed in frustration and punched Jack in the arm.

“You stupid drunk! Go make food!”

“Fine! Fine!” Jack submitted, making an angry face behind Gibbs’ back and walking down the stairs. His face caused Will to chuckle slightly behind the tape. Gibbs looked at him furiously and grabbed him by the throat.

“What’s so damn funny?!” he shouted in Will’s face. Will shook his head and mumbled behind the tape. “I’ll show you funny!” He backhanded Will across the face and punched him in the stomach. Will grunted in pain and doubled over. Gibbs continued to backhand him. Will tried to beg for mercy but he couldn’t. Finally he passed out and went limp upon the floor. “Serves you right, little shit,” he muttered as he got up and went to join Jack in the kitchen.


Tbc…


(1) Think of when he saw Mr. Cotton’s chopped off tongue.

(2) My buddy used to do this. She called it the scorpion because she had nails the size of surfboards…just kidding! But she did it to her cousin. You dig your thumbnail into the little space by your arm and collarbone it hurts! Try it!

(3) It’s in a Voltaire song. Vampire club. I had to put that in because when I saw the movie the first time and they were on the beach and he twisted the tips of his beard up I almost shouted CAPTAIN MORGAN!!! In the middle of the crowded theater…opening day…So yeah I think of him every time I listen to that song.

(4) For those of you that don’t know or aren’t from the good ol’ US of A *snicker* this is a fast food chain restaurant that sells grinders/hoggies/subs/um… long sandwiches. It’s good! And some of their stuff is healthy too. As far as fast food goes it’s actually quite decent. ^_^

Okay, now something serious I need to address, the age issue. It was brought to my attention recently that some yahoo groups actually got shutdown because they allowed stories with characters that were not of age and having sex. I was completely unaware of this and I never intended to put any of the groups in jeopardy. So firstly I’d like to apologize for that.
Secondly, I’m officially changing Will’s age to “high school” age. Whatever you think that should be, he is. But I will no longer say his age in digits. The reason I made him seventeen was not to be perverted or to encourage child molestation. I did it because I graduahighhigh school at seventeen, and most of the people I know graduated at that age too. Plus the issue with Avery is something I wanted to address.
Coaches and or teachers taking advantage of their students happens more often than you may think. Don’t get me wrong I’m not saying all of them are bad. There are many good and dedicated professionals out there that only do it because they love to teach. But there are some very bad people out there and I don’t see the point in pretending they don’t exist. In my middle school, we’re talking children no older than 13, there was a gym teacher that did just was I’m talking about.
He would watch the boys’ shower and encouraged them to shower naked (you know how you were when you first started to hit puberty, you wore a bathing suit in the showers at school). He also took some of the boys into his office and showed them porn while he jerked off in front of them, and encouraged them to do that same. He approached on of my friends and tried to get him to shower for him. He also ended up taking one of his younger brothers into the room. Luckily, he never actually touched anyone. However, when we tried to bring this to the attention of the principal, no one believed us. They all said we were being “mean” because he was knew, and that that was “disgusting” and how could we talk about that. I agree. It /is/ disgusting, but it happens.
This is one of the reasons I wanted to address this issue. I’m not getting some cheap thrill out of it, or doing it for shits and giggles. However, I don’t want to get anyone else in trouble because I want to write something controversial. So as I said, Will’s age is now “high school age” That could be as old as you want. I’ve got friends that didn’t graduate until they were 20! LoL! Oh dear.
Thanks for listening to my little explanation. Also, the person that brought up the age issue /didn’t/ flame me. She and I are on very good terms, and it was a very civil discussion. She even said that she personally didn’t care, but that yahoo might. So she was only looking out for everyone. ^_^

For those of you reading this on aff.net, um… well now you know why Will got date raped, but I don’t think you have to worry about the age thing. Please read & review!