Sunday, May 6, 2012
Hi Mum, It's Sammy (Clone 63 - part 16)
"Jericho?" I stopped walking and looked around even though some part of me knew that was pointless. Jer was frightened, badly frightened by something. He's ... still home. I was in a taxi headed home without even a moment's pause for thought.
In the taxi, I flipped open my phone. I was about to ring Eddie to ask him to meet me at home when I felt Jer's pain. I was close enough to know that Jericho had just been punched in the stomach. I rang the station instead of Eddie. "Jared? I need police at my home. We have an intruder."
It took a moment for me to interpret the scene after I ran through the open door. At first, I didn't see Jericho at all. I did see...
I tackled Darnell-Hobble from behind. "You freaking bastard. You are a disgrace to that uniform you wear."
I pulled him well away from Jericho. I wanted to touch Jer, to make sure he was going to be ok. But that was just going to have to wait until Darnell-Hobble was gone.
"I came home to find this ... " I searched for a good term but couldn't find one. "This man assaulting my spouse." I pushed Chuck toward Jared.
"You'll be pressing charges?"
I went to back to Jericho. "Love, why the hell were you just letting him pound you? Why didn't you fight back?"
His eyes fluttered open. "I didn't want him to notice the toddlers. He didn't hurt our babies, did he?"
It wasn't until I had completely let go of Jericho that I realised our touch was doing something more than usual. Energy had been flowing from me to Jer, my body was helping his recover.
Jericho reached out with one arm. "Don't go."
I went back and pulled off Jericho's shirt, tucking him into the bed. Then I took off my shirt and nestled against Jer in bed. "The babies are fine. I'm here. Better?" I could feel energy flowing between us again, better now that more skin touched skin. Some of Jer's pain was already ebbing away.
"Better," he agreed sleepily. I nuzzled his neck contentedly and drifted off into a light doze.
"No," protested Jericho.
By the time I returned, Jer was lying awake on the bed. "Sammy, I had the weirdest dream. Some guy dressed as a policeman came into the house and was beating me up. Then you came in and stopped it. Funny thing, I don't even remember coming in here for a nap."
"I'm afraid that wasn't a dream. I felt your fear when it started and so I came home. You were hurt and on the floor by the time I got here." I got back into bed beside him.
I moved over to cuddle him. "Apparently I can help you heal. I guess it's something to do with our bond." I traced a faint mark on his chest, it had been a very nasty bruise a couple of hours ago.
"With every day that passes, I realise again that we were meant to be. Sam, that you can heal because of the bond is stunning." He looked a bit reflective. "I wish I knew more bonded couples. It might help us know what to expect."
"So, we don't know everything. We may never know all the possibilities. It doesn't matter, love." It truly made no difference. I could never and would never leave Jericho no matter what new things lie in store. "You know, when you were being attack, I felt every blow. Not as much as you did but enough to know exactly what was happening. It was a scary experience, let's try not to repeat it."
"Agreed, Sam but it's not exactly as though I had done anything to provoke this. I let him in because he was in a police uniform and the next thing I know, he's shouting, punching and kicking."
"Chuck hates us. He fired me first thing today. I've been wandering around town wondering what to do about that. From hero to unemployed in a week, my head hurts."
Jericho reached over and gently stroked my cheek. "What should we do, love?"
I grabbed his hand and kissed the palm. "For the rest of today? Absolutely nothing. I'm staying close to you and the toddlers. Tomorrow, I raise 20 kinds of hell all over town about this. It should never have happened and I'm going to make a point that it should never happen again."