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- Posted: Fri, 10 Jul 2009 16:38:12 +0000
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- Once the conversation - more like argument - with Gus, Riley went home for the night, trying to digest the information she had received. The blond wanted to piece it all together, and most of all calm down before she went to Jamie. Besides, it was about two, three in the morning now. She knew Marcus would be there, asleep with Jamie, and he couldn’t be there when she told him. If Jamie really believed Gus was dead, then she would have to show him he wasn’t. Jamie was as stubborn as Riley was, and she knew Jamie would never believe her unless she proved it.
Morning came much too quickly for Jamie. He had forgotten to close the blinds the night before, so at about nine o clock, the sun forced him to get out of his bed. Sleepily he got up, closing the blinds for Marcus, since he wasn’t facing the window. And when Jamie was up, he was up all day, even though he’d be exhausted by about five in the afternoon. Jamie never woke up before ten. It was like, illegal in Jamie’s world. He walked into his rather large walk in wardrobe, and picked out some clothes. He slipped them on, and went into his kitchen, turning the heater on with the simple click of a button on a conveniently placed remote. He sighed, knowing Marcus would be up soon and started to make some pancakes. Jamie had been cooking every single meal for Marcus since they had gotten together. It was like that with Gus, but it felt like more of a chore when he did it for Marcus. Gus never asked for nice food, Jamie just loved cooking for him. But, he didn’t want to think about that.
Marcus woke up just as Jamie was finishing their pancakes. Jamie felt kisses on his neck, and arms around his waist. “Mmmm, smells good” “Thank you~” “Baby, you’re too good to me” “Mmmhmm” Jamie put the seven or eight pancakes he had made on a plate, decorating them with icing sugar and syrup, and even a few strawberries. Once Jamie could pry Marcus off of him, they sat down and started to eat. Jamie had also made coffee, and was sipping from a cup of the black liquid while Marcus talked. “Have you gotten any more information for the next job?” he asked, finishing his second pancake. Jamie wasn’t even halfway through his first. He shook his head, swallowing his bite of pancake before he spoke. “No, I mean, I’ve been pretty full on lately. Plus, this guy’s a lot harder to get dirt on. His record’s pretty clean” “What does it matter if his record’s clean or not?” Jamie frowned at Marcus. “I’m not going to con someone who hasn’t done anything wrong. That’s not fair” Marcus seemed to get angry very quickly.
“********, Jamie life isn’t fair! What kind of ******** wonderland do you live in where bad things only happen to bad people!?” he exclaimed, getting up and walking around the table to pull Jamie up by his arm rather roughly. “Marcus!” Jamie exclaimed, but Marcus didn’t listen. He pulled Jamie into the next room, glaring down at the little blond, holding his arms very very tightly. “Marcus, you’re hurting me!” Jamie yelled, and he was pushed to the floor, hitting his arm on the coffee table. He was sure he had heard some sort of snap. He screamed, clutching his arm to his chest. Marcus seemed to come to his senses, and kneeled by Jamie’s side, looking like a guilty puppy. “Oh my god! Jamie, I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed and pulled Jamie to sit up, supporting his back with one hand. Tears of pain slipped from Jamie’s eyes. “Let me see it” he said softly, and Jamie extended his broken arm with difficulty. “It really, really hurts” he said, the pain overpowering his new fear for Marcus. He was capable of a lot more than Jamie thought. “Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital” and Jamie was lifted up bridal style and taken to the car. Marcus gave him an ice pack first, so his arm didn’t swell up or anything.
Once they were at the hospital, waiting for the doctor in a small, white room full of medical supplies. Marcus was standing by Jamie, who was sitting up on the table in the middle of the room. The ravenette was holding the hand of Jamie’s good arm, looking guilty. “Jamie, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what came over me, I just snapped. I never wanted to hurt you, please know that” he said, running a hand through Jamie’s hair. He nodded. “I know, it’s okay. Really. I know you didn’t mean it” he said, but he didn’t know. What if this whole thing was a massive death trap for him? He wouldn’t put it past Marcus not to be an a*****e, but he had never been an a*****e to Jamie before. Soon enough, the doctor came in and gave Jamie a cast – which took like three hours – and they could go home. Jamie didn’t need a sling or anything, but he was sent to bed rest for at least about a day, since he hit his head pretty bad too.
Marcus had announced he needed to check up on his day job, that he’d be home around seven. Jamie nodded, and he fell asleep in their rather large bed pretty quickly thanks to a little morphine the doctor had given him. Unfortunately, his slumber was interrupted by an aggravated Riley, who had somehow picked their lock and gotten into the house. “Jamie!” she exclaimed, slamming the door of the bedroom against the wall. “Jesus!” he exclaimed, sitting up instantly and glaring at his sister. “What the ******** are you doing in my house?” “I need to tell you something. Oh my god, DID YOU BREAK YOUR ARM!?” “No, I have a fetish for casts, yes I broke my arm!” he exclaimed, standing up with difficulty. “When, how?” “Today, I tripped in the living room, and I hit my arm on the table. I also have somewhat of a concussion, so can you leave so I can sleep?” he asked, but Riley pulled him into the living room and explained everything
Jamie was a little bit more than stunned. He was so surprised, of course he believed his sister over Marcus. For his sister would never dare lie to him. They were much too close for anything of that sort. But still, Jamie wanted proof as Riley had anticipated, so she took him to Gus’ apartment. Not before getting him a little drunk first. He could walk, talk, think almost clearly, but he was brutally honest. Too honest (he had even told Riley that Marcus got aggressive and pushed him down onto the coffee table). Like all drunk minds are. Jamie and Riley knocked on the door, holding onto each other to stand up, as they waited for Gus to answer the door.
[ooc] this is mostly crap.
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