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Jake X Dirk Sadstuck

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GT:Hal, I demand to speak to Dirk this instant! I do believe I've had enough of your hogwash!

TT: Dirk is busy. I can't let you talk to him right now, because- have I mentioned?- he's busy.

GT: Doing what???

TT: I can't tell you.

GT: Why ever not?

TT: He made me promise not to. However, I can tell you to get your a** over here.

GT: Now? Why???

TT: Just get over here. And hurry.

GoliasTerror logged out.

TT: According to my calculations, there's a 100% chance Jake will be over soon.

TT: How soon is 'soon'?

TT: Under a minute.

TT: What??? Why is he coming now, of all times?

TT: Do you want me to answer that and sap more of your precious time, or do you want to clean up all that blood?

You sigh and log out, looking at all the blood on the floor and in your wife beater. Figuring you could just keep Jake out of this room and that it wouldn't be the worst thing if Jake saw you without a shirt, you remove the sordid shirt and begin bandaging your arm. Before you can even begin to finish, however, you hear footsteps.

"Jake" you whisper, terrified of what he'd say when he found out.

"Dirk! It's Jake! Are you here?"

Mumbling a string of curses under your breath, you fumble with the bandages and wait patiently for him to happen upon your room, just like you know he will. You turn away from the door, not wanting to see his face when he sees the warm, sticky liquid seeping into the carpet.

The footsteps come closer. Where the hell are your shades? Over there- on the bed. You race over to put them on, as if Jake seeing you without them was the worst thing that could happen.

Closer still. Already bleeding through the flimsy fabric that encircled your forearm, you look for a shirt, only because there were enough scars on your torso to make the poor boy faint- if the blood didn't do the job.

Too late. You hear a gasp at the door. "Please tell me this isn't all your blood." You hear the boy you love say. Turning to the door, you see Jake, his normally sun-kissed skin a sickly pale.

"Whoa." You respond, automatically dodging the question, "You okay, man?"

"Me?" Jake asked incredulously, coming closer till he sat beside you on the bed, fingers hovering above your bandaged arm. "What about you? Shucks buster, what happened?"

You search your mind for a lie, anything you could tell him to absolve the matter. "Don't worry about it," You hear yourself say, "I'll be fine. What are you doing here?" But the attempt was ruined. Jake picked up a razor blade that was lying on your bed, sticky with blood.

You curse at your stupidity as Jake connected the dots. "Dirk, you weren't- please tell me you didn't-" Tears welled up in his beautiful green eyes.

Taking the razor away, you wrap your arms around him. "Hey, it's okay, Jake. It'll be fine." You whisper in his ear. "I love you, and it'll all be alright."

He pulls away enough to see your face. "Why?" he asks, fingers tugging at the bandage "What made you start this?"

Sighing, you brush a tear away. "I'm so sorry you saw this, Jake, you were never meant to see any of this." You pull away, praying to God that Jake doesn't see the scars. " We can go into another room if the blood bothers you."

He balls he hands, trembling, into fists. "Dirk Strider, stop making this about me! By golly, Dirk, I love you, and I just wish you'd tell me what's wrong! You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" He said, putting a hand on you chest- and seeming to notice for the first time you weren't wearing a shirt. Then noticed the scars your shirt usually covers. Fingers tracing the angry puckered scars, he said softly, "Dirk, I'm so sorry. How long has this been going on?"

"Two, three, four years, maybe." you mutter.

"Why didn't you say something, anything? Why didn't you let me help?"

"What would I have said? Jake, this wasn't some kind of cry for help."

"What was it then?" He demanded, "Blimey, Dirk, I want to help!"

Tears began to swell in your own eyes as you thought back to the first time. You take a deep breath, look down, and tell him, figuring you owed him that at least. "I- it was a long time ago, and the power was out again, so I had no was to talk to any of you. But it wasn't just that. It was the fact that I was always useless. Useless to you and Jane, useless to Roxy. I was tired of it! Tired of being alone, too. And of no one caring."

"Dirk, I cared, and you're not use-"

"Thanks, Jake, but I am. Anyway. I was doing the dishes at the time and in a lapse of concentration, I cut myself on a knife. And it actually really helped.... sort of, at least."

Jake brushed a tear away from your cheek and kissed your fore-head. "Would it help for you to live in my land? With me? You wouldn't be alone all the time."

You looked at him, amazed. "You would let me? Even after this? You-you won't break up with me?"

Jake took both of your hands in his. "Of course I won't break up with you. Come now, grab some trousers and shirts and we can go now. I'll never leave you alone again." He said, standing.

"Promise?"

"Promise."
Yeah, i'm sorry, this is not the end, i think there are four? parts.........   but thank you so much for reading this non-sense, it means alot!!!


sorry for ooc-ness, (I really don't think ANY of them are in character) and also!


dirk=Jake (and of course hussie)

Jake= Dirk and Hussie
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