Ficlet: Given The Choice (Late Sunday Extra)
Title: Smoke & Lightning : Given The Choice
Authors: eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS AU
Characters: Phin Burnley, Jeff Morgan, Amos
Wordcount: 910
Rating: PG
Summary: Phin and Jeff take care of Amos.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
MASTER POST
GIVEN THE CHOICE
It didn't take long to find him. Jeff had a feeling that Amos would hang around the area awhile, and he knew the man's old habits. Someone like Amos didn't change too much and Jeff just thanked God that Jared didn't take after him at all. He was outside the most local race-track, looking drunk and half-stoned. He stumbled into Phin as he and Jeff drew close and they both could smell the sourness on his breath as he tried to mumble an apology. He didn't recognize them, Jeff realized, but he supposed the alcohol was probably not helping his memory.
Phin caught Amos's arm and pulled him back, and Amos protested that he'd said sorry, he didn't want no trouble.
"Sorry man, guess it ain't your lucky day," Phin told him, glancing around before dragging Amos along with him down the street, towards the closest alley.
"Who the fuck are you?" Amos spat out as Phin slammed him up against the wall, hand clenched tightly around the man's collar. Jeff put a hand to Phin's arm, got him to let go with a firm nod.
"You don't remember me?" he asked, stepping into Amos's field of vision. "Take a good look."
"I don't fuckin' know you."
"Think back," Jeff told him. "Here, I'll help." He punched Amos in the stomach, just once and quickly, then rested his hand against the wall beside Amos's head. Amos had doubled over, groaning, and Phin got hold of his shirt and pulled him upright again. "You remember now? That's what you used to do to my boy, to his mother. I'd say they probably enjoyed it about as much as you do."
"Fuck y-" Amos cut off, eyes bulging, as Jeff caught him another blow to the ribs. Phin kept hold of him as he stood there gasping for breath.
"Jeff? Jeff Morgan? C'mon, asshole, you must remember me."
"What th'hell you want?"
"You threatened my boy." Jeff's voice had lowered to a growl and he leaned in close to Amos, mouth by his ear. "You threatened him and you threatened his partner and no fucker does that and gets away with it. You hearin' me, Amos?"
They let him catch his breath and Jeff took a step back, straightening his fingers and clenching them back into a fist. "Jesus Christ," Amos gasped. "That fucking fag sent you to fight for him?"
"He didn't send me. I came because I love my son. Something you know nothing about, asshole."
"What's your fucking point?"
"My point? Even if there was money, you have no damn claim to it."
"What money, what're you-"
Jeff rolled his eyes. "You broke into their apartment. Looking for the bank book."
Amos's face changed at the accusation, his eyes narrowed and his mouth turned down into an angry grimace. "That money was mine." He shoved at Phin. Even though there was little strength behind it, he caught Phin off guard and sent him back a couple of steps. His chest was heaving and Jeff readied himself to fight if needed. He didn't need to. Amos wobbled, unsteady on his feet, and fell back against the wall to keep himself upright. "You..you fuckin' spent it. My money."
"It was Jay's money. You think Sherri meant it for you? You're fucking delusional. She saved that money for Jay, to help him out. And that's what it was used for. There's nothing left, okay? You're chasing thin air. Maybe it's time to leave town."
"I don't think so. He owes me. Wouldn't be here without me-"
Jeff brought his fist up into Amos's gut again, leant against the wall again and watched him try and get his breath. Saliva dribbled from Amos's mouth and down the front of his shirt and he sucked in a breath, his body shuddering with the effort.
"I got a suggestion," Phin said. "I'm thinking we drop you off with the cops and you tell 'em just what you've been up to. Stalking, threatening behavior, breaking and entering, vandalism. Y'know, for starters."
"What d'you say, Amos?" Jeff asked. They were both up in his face now and Jeff watched him struggling to understand the question. The smell of alcohol was on his breath, in his sweat. Jeff wondered how he'd thought he could fool anyone that he wasn't still an alcoholic.
"Do I got a choice?"
Phin looked over at Jeff, back at Amos. "Sure you got a choice, man. You can go over to the cops and tell them what's going on, or we can just hang out here in the alley for a little bit longer. Catch up on old times."
"How d'you know I won't just leave?"
"That works for us too. But just to make sure, we can give you a lift over there. How's that?"
Jeff smiled. "I reckon that's a pretty sweet deal, man. I think you need to go for it."
Amos looked from one to the other, shook his head slowly.
"Guess he needs some more persuading," Phin muttered, as he brought his hand up to Amos's shoulder and held him where he was. "You want me to-"
"All right!" Amos sagged as much as he could, closed his eyes. "All right."
"Good choice," Jeff said, patting the other man's cheek. "You're much safer with the cops, believe me."
They could easily tell from Amos's face as they dropped him outside the police station that he completely agreed.
end
(Apologies for being SO late with this.)
Authors: eviltwin
Fandoms: Supernatural RPS AU
Characters: Phin Burnley, Jeff Morgan, Amos
Wordcount: 910
Rating: PG
Summary: Phin and Jeff take care of Amos.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
MASTER POST
GIVEN THE CHOICE
It didn't take long to find him. Jeff had a feeling that Amos would hang around the area awhile, and he knew the man's old habits. Someone like Amos didn't change too much and Jeff just thanked God that Jared didn't take after him at all. He was outside the most local race-track, looking drunk and half-stoned. He stumbled into Phin as he and Jeff drew close and they both could smell the sourness on his breath as he tried to mumble an apology. He didn't recognize them, Jeff realized, but he supposed the alcohol was probably not helping his memory.
Phin caught Amos's arm and pulled him back, and Amos protested that he'd said sorry, he didn't want no trouble.
"Sorry man, guess it ain't your lucky day," Phin told him, glancing around before dragging Amos along with him down the street, towards the closest alley.
"Who the fuck are you?" Amos spat out as Phin slammed him up against the wall, hand clenched tightly around the man's collar. Jeff put a hand to Phin's arm, got him to let go with a firm nod.
"You don't remember me?" he asked, stepping into Amos's field of vision. "Take a good look."
"I don't fuckin' know you."
"Think back," Jeff told him. "Here, I'll help." He punched Amos in the stomach, just once and quickly, then rested his hand against the wall beside Amos's head. Amos had doubled over, groaning, and Phin got hold of his shirt and pulled him upright again. "You remember now? That's what you used to do to my boy, to his mother. I'd say they probably enjoyed it about as much as you do."
"Fuck y-" Amos cut off, eyes bulging, as Jeff caught him another blow to the ribs. Phin kept hold of him as he stood there gasping for breath.
"Jeff? Jeff Morgan? C'mon, asshole, you must remember me."
"What th'hell you want?"
"You threatened my boy." Jeff's voice had lowered to a growl and he leaned in close to Amos, mouth by his ear. "You threatened him and you threatened his partner and no fucker does that and gets away with it. You hearin' me, Amos?"
They let him catch his breath and Jeff took a step back, straightening his fingers and clenching them back into a fist. "Jesus Christ," Amos gasped. "That fucking fag sent you to fight for him?"
"He didn't send me. I came because I love my son. Something you know nothing about, asshole."
"What's your fucking point?"
"My point? Even if there was money, you have no damn claim to it."
"What money, what're you-"
Jeff rolled his eyes. "You broke into their apartment. Looking for the bank book."
Amos's face changed at the accusation, his eyes narrowed and his mouth turned down into an angry grimace. "That money was mine." He shoved at Phin. Even though there was little strength behind it, he caught Phin off guard and sent him back a couple of steps. His chest was heaving and Jeff readied himself to fight if needed. He didn't need to. Amos wobbled, unsteady on his feet, and fell back against the wall to keep himself upright. "You..you fuckin' spent it. My money."
"It was Jay's money. You think Sherri meant it for you? You're fucking delusional. She saved that money for Jay, to help him out. And that's what it was used for. There's nothing left, okay? You're chasing thin air. Maybe it's time to leave town."
"I don't think so. He owes me. Wouldn't be here without me-"
Jeff brought his fist up into Amos's gut again, leant against the wall again and watched him try and get his breath. Saliva dribbled from Amos's mouth and down the front of his shirt and he sucked in a breath, his body shuddering with the effort.
"I got a suggestion," Phin said. "I'm thinking we drop you off with the cops and you tell 'em just what you've been up to. Stalking, threatening behavior, breaking and entering, vandalism. Y'know, for starters."
"What d'you say, Amos?" Jeff asked. They were both up in his face now and Jeff watched him struggling to understand the question. The smell of alcohol was on his breath, in his sweat. Jeff wondered how he'd thought he could fool anyone that he wasn't still an alcoholic.
"Do I got a choice?"
Phin looked over at Jeff, back at Amos. "Sure you got a choice, man. You can go over to the cops and tell them what's going on, or we can just hang out here in the alley for a little bit longer. Catch up on old times."
"How d'you know I won't just leave?"
"That works for us too. But just to make sure, we can give you a lift over there. How's that?"
Jeff smiled. "I reckon that's a pretty sweet deal, man. I think you need to go for it."
Amos looked from one to the other, shook his head slowly.
"Guess he needs some more persuading," Phin muttered, as he brought his hand up to Amos's shoulder and held him where he was. "You want me to-"
"All right!" Amos sagged as much as he could, closed his eyes. "All right."
"Good choice," Jeff said, patting the other man's cheek. "You're much safer with the cops, believe me."
They could easily tell from Amos's face as they dropped him outside the police station that he completely agreed.
end
(Apologies for being SO late with this.)