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Title: Boston
Chapter: 3
Author: Ladyjanelly
Rating: PG (this chapter)
Disclaimer: Don't own them, please don't sue me.
Warnings: Unbeta'd. Pre-slash and stuff.
Summary: Jimmy "Rabbit" Smith leaves 8-Mile and heads to NY. He gets as far as Boston. 8-Mile/Boondock Saints crossover.

Jimmy wakes up in the grey hour before dawn, aching and sore. His head feels fuzzy inside—muffled. He tries to put together the time between the alley and now, and all he can figure out is about three different flavors of “Gotta get the fuck outta here.”

He bites down hard on his lower lip, trying to burn off some of whatever they gave him and focus a little.

When he’s a little clearer, he lifts his head and looks around. One of them is sleeping in his chair, leg thrown over the arm, his neck crooked at an uncomfortable-looking angle. The darker of the two is taking up the other half of the fold-out couch. Murphy, his brain supplies him.

And he can’t help but remembering the last time he woke up. Murphy there offering him more pain-killers. Murphy half-carrying him to the bathroom to take a piss, strong arm around his waist and serious eyes watching when Jimmy looked to see if Murphy was checking out his junk.

So glad then that the painkillers were knocking out any reaction his dick might have to that. Pissed off and scared and wanting something he knew he couldn't ever have. He knows he’d been rude as fuck, his mouth running on without any help from his brain. He remembers bitching and cussing and calling him a faggot until Murphy slapped him in the back of the head and told him “Shut it before ya wake Connor.”

But he never dropped Jimmy, half-carrying him back to “bed” and laying him back nice and easy. "Was just watchin' for blood, ya dumb fuck," Murph'd whispered, not meeting his eyes.

And fuck if Jimmy knew what to feel about all of that.

With one last glance, Jimmy carefully slides off of the mattress. He’s shaking like a junkie, but he can stand. “Get Lily, get out,” he keeps telling himself. These guys want something from him. They have to. They kill people. He can’t trust them. He ignores the memory of Murphy’s breath on his neck, how grateful he was to be drugged so he wouldn’t embarrass himself by being hard. “Get Lily, get out.”

He pulls on a pair of sweats, finds his shoes by the door. On his way to Lily’s room he half-stumbles over a duffle bag.

It isn’t his, and he’s not sure why, but he opens it. Guns. Masks. Money. Fuckloads of money.

He grabs a packet at random, stuffs it into his pocket, hoping it’s small enough for them to miss it, or at least that it’s not enough to hunt him down and kill him over.

“Get Lily, get out.” She’s asleep in her little pink world, curled up and sucking her thumb. He gets her dressed without really waking her up. Shoes and jacket and he leaves the rest, planning on buying her more when they land were they land.

He’s reaching for the door out of the apartment when there’s a noise behind him, denim creaking against pleather.

“Jimmy,” Connor whispers.

Jimmy freezes for a second. When he’s not shot, he turns around, expecting to see a gun pointed at him.

Connor’s still sitting in the chair. His hands are empty.

“This is how it’s t’ be then?”

Lily shifts against his shoulder, making a sleepy little noise.

Jimmy nods. “I gotta…I gotta get her outta this shit, man.” He keeps his voice soft. Murphy sleeps on.

Connor nods, a look on his face like he agrees but wishes he didn't.

Jimmy turns to go, but Connor calls him back. "Here." He dumps out the duffle, stuffs a jacket and a pair of the stacks of bills back in. "Take care of her," he says as he hands the bag over. "Keep your head down an' get th' fuck out of town."

Jimmy tries to not think that Connor looks disappointed. "You'll tell Murphy?"

"Aye. He'll understand."

Jimmy ducks his head and takes the offered bag. "Thanks," he says, feeling like an asshole and a thief. "See ya."

Date: 2006-03-08 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You updated! You updated! You updated! *giggles* I'm still likin' it, love.

Date: 2006-03-08 08:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Glad you're still enjoying. This was sorta-short, but next chapter should be longer.

Just checking that it was clear...that the little flashback inthe middle made sense, and that Jimmy's reasons for getting the hell out were understandable, if not entirely rational. Any opinions?

Date: 2006-03-08 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yes, it was like, pure emotion, not thought or reason. *I* got it, but I don't know what that exactly says.

Date: 2006-03-08 03:07 pm (UTC)
kentucka: kitty ears (Eminem)
From: [personal profile] kentucka
omg more Marshall. oh, I missed this! I hope the muse won't abandon you, because I like the concept a lot.

Date: 2006-03-08 08:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I've had this one planned out for quite a while, i just have to get off my ass and write. I've also got 2 chapters of a cracktastic, near-fluffy Marshall/Norman RPS in my little hand-written notebook, just waiting to get typed up.

Wondering if this chapter was as clear to read as it was in my head...that the little flashback in the middle made sense, and that Jimmy's reasons for getting the hell out were understandable, if not entirely rational. How did it feel to you?

Date: 2006-03-08 08:46 pm (UTC)
kentucka: kitty ears (Eminem)
From: [personal profile] kentucka
aww! can't wait to see that.

the flashback worked fine, my favorite line is in there :)

"Was just watchin' for blood, ya dumb fuck," Murph'd whispered, not meeting his eyes.
And fuck if Jimmy knew what to feel about all of that.

I can understand that he might want to get as far away as possible when Lilly came so close to being hurt there.

it was so sweet that he asked Connor to tell Murphy. it says so much. that he's not running from them, that he actually starts liking them a little. hehe.

Date: 2006-03-09 02:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oooooo. Yay story-ness!

I like the flashback a lot. It fit perfect. I can't see where you're going to curl it back around again tho. This seems like the end to me. *curious*

Date: 2006-03-09 04:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I just saw on your journal earlier how you were lookin' for some slash tonight. I was all "to pimp or not to pimp, that is the question." Glad you found it without a poke in the right direction.

As I've got the next few chapters laid out in my head, this is a strange fic for me. Usually when I write a story there's a continuous proximity between the romantic pair. For some reason this fic wants them to part ways and re-find each other. I do have a plan. There will be more.

Glad the flashback worked for you.

Date: 2006-03-21 07:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Please continue this. I don't know who the Boon Dock Saints are, but I think I like them. :)

Date: 2006-03-22 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Glad you're enjoying it.

How'd you find this, anyway? Always curious how people discover this lj.

The Boondock Saints was the best movie ever to go direct-to-video.

You must see it. It is a work of genious.

Date: 2006-03-24 12:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I found this through [ profile] emlsash. :D

I'll look into seeing it. :D

Date: 2006-03-25 12:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ah. Coolness. I always wonder.

Date: 2008-02-08 04:46 am (UTC)
tigriswolf: (Puss in Boots)
From: [personal profile] tigriswolf
What happens next?

Date: 2008-10-01 03:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Never thought i would read something with Eminem/Rabbit in it ;p
And now that i did i'm somewhat sad that it hasn't got updated for so long. Maybe inspiration hits again and you write another chapter?


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