A/N: PLEASE READ!!!! I realize that the subject of a gay man getting raped may seem a
little far fetched to some of you. It certainly is something that isn't discussed much, and
that's why I felt the need to address it with this fic. Truthfully, a month ago, I wouldn't
have even considered it a possiblility, but then it happened to my best friend. He's
recovering now, thankfully, but I felt the need to write something as a reminder that
things like that do occur in the gay comunity, and when it does occur, it has the posibility
to ruin someone's life forever.
Please, no flames due to the dark content of this story. You have been warned, and if
this kind of thing will bother you then please do not read on.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any part of Will&Grace.
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Will dashed madly through his appartment throwing papers in his briefcase while trying to
eat a bagel at the same time. He had overslept, and as a result, was going to be late for
work.
Reaching for his favorite jacket, he realized that it wasn't in his closet. Then he
remembered. Jack had borrowed it last night to go on some silly date. Will smiled,
remembering how excited Jack had been. Apparently, Jack had been practically stalking
this guy, Gabe, in hopes of getting a date. Yesterday, he had finally gotten a chance to go
out with him. Will made a mental note to ask Jack about the date when he got home from
work.
Grabbing another jacket, Will rushed out of his room. He opened the door to his
apartment, pausing in the doorway to do a quick mental check to make sure he had
everything.
As he was straightening his tie, the elevator doors swung open, and Jack stumbled out.
Will froze. Jack's eyes were red and puffy, and there were tear stains on his cheeks.
His usually cleanshaven face had a definite 5 o'clock shadow. His shirt had a large rip
in it that ran from the top almost half-way through. The rest of his clothes were
wrinkled almost beyond repair, and his hair was sticking up in different directions.
Jack didn't seem to notice Will as he went to his own appartment, directly across the
hall from Will's. It took him almost a minute to unlock the door because his hands
were shaking so badly that he couldn't get the key in the lock.
Throwing his briefcase back inside his appartment, Will rushed to Jack's door and
knocked. There was no answer, so Will opened the door a little and peaked inside.
Jack was sitting on his sofa, staring off into space, and looking more miserable than
he ever had in his entire life. Will slipped into the appartment, and took a few
tentative steps toward him.
"Jack?" He said, softy.
Jack jumped slightly and looked around, noticing him for the first time. Will took
a moment to study Jack's face, and what he saw there made a wave of anxiety wash
over him. There were so many emotions there that Will couldn't decipher them all,
but two of them had been plainly set in his face: misery and fear.
"Jack, are you alright?" Will asked, gently. "What happened?"
Jack looked away. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Come on, tell me." Will sat down next to him. "You know you can tell me anything,
right?" Will put an arm around Jack's waist, trying to console him, but the second
he made contact he felt Jack go tense.
"Don't!" Jack cried, leaping out of Will's embrace. Will looked up at him in shock.
He had never seen Jack look so scared.
As Jack looked back down at Will, his expression softened until he looked like he
was close to tears. "Oh, Will, I'm sorry!" Jack sank back down, his tears finally
spilling over.
Will reached out to him tentatively, and Jack threw his arms around Will, clinging
onto him as though his very existence depended on it. He burried his face in Will's
neck, sobbing hard.
Will sat there in shock. He had seen Jack upset before, but never like this. He
had seen Jack cry many times, but these sobs he heard were different. It was as
though his very soul were crying.
He had never felt so confused, worried, and helpless before. He didn't know what
to do. He reached out and pulled Jack as close to him as possible so that Jack was
half sitting in Will's lap. He held Jack tightly, until Jack's sobs died down into
unsteady gasps, and then heavy deep breathing.
Will pulled away slightly, and put his fingers under Jack's chin making him look
at him. "Jack, please. Tell me what happned."
Jack moved out of Will's lap so they were sitting side-by-side. "I'm not sure,"
he whispered. "I was on a date with Gabe, but it wasn't going like I thought it
would. He was just. . .creepy. I didn't like him at all. We went back to his place
for drinks, and I told him that I didn't want to see him anymore. He didn't seem
upset at all. He just offered me a drink before I left. I didn't think it would
hurt, so I took it."
Jack took a ragged breath before he continued. "It was only a small glass. It
shouldn't have had any effect on me, but by the time I finished it, I felt so
dizzy I could barely move. It was like. . all my muscles had turned to jelly.
My mind felt so hazy. I wasn't sure what was happening. Then, he was in
front of me. . . and he was touching me. . . and I didn't want to be touched. I
kept telling him no, but. . . I-I couldn't. . ."
Jack trailed off. His eyes were unfocused as though he were watching to
whole thing repeat in his mind. He was breathing hard, sobbing, but no tears
were coming. He was beyond tears at that point.
Will's mind seemed to have frozen, and his throat was dry. "Did he rape
you?" Will asked eventually.
"No, he-I-"
"Did he have sex with you?" Will asked softly.
Jack burried his face in his hands. "Yes." He whispered.
"Did you want to have sex?"
"No." Jack said, so softly that Will had to lean in to hear.
Everything seemed to freeze as Will took in the information. Shaking his
head to clear his thoughts, he looked at the crumpled mess that was his best
friend. He had to take care of Jack before he did anything else.
"Come on, Jack." Will said gently, pulling him off the couch and across the
room. "You need to be in bed."
"No," Jack said, "I can't. I need to take a shower first."
"Jack, I think you need-"
"No, Will please! I feel too dirty. I need this first."
Will nodded, and Jack went into the bathroom. Just as he heard the water
being turned on, a sharp ringing sound made him jump. Realizing it was his
cell phone, Will pulled it out of his pocket.
"Where the hell are you?" Ben screamed through the phone when Will
answered it. "I've been calling your apartment for almost an hour now!"
Will took a deep breath. "Ben, I need to use a sick day. Something's
happened to Jack."
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Jack scrubbed hard at his skin with a washcloth. He scrubbed until his skin
was red and screaming with pain, but no matter how hard he washed, he still
couldn't get rid of the horrible, dirty feelings he had inside. Tears of
frustration welled up in his eyes as he threw the cloth down and crumpled to
the floor of the bathtub. He curled up in a little ball, letting the hot water
from the shower rain down on him.
His mind seemed to shut down, and he was hardly aware of anything anymore.
Who was he? Where was he? What had just happened to him? He didn't
know any more, and he didn't want to know.
He was vaguely aware of someone turning the water off. Will's cool
fingertips gently ran along the red, angry skin of one of his arms,
understanding in his eyes.
Taking a towel from nearby, Will proceeded to softly towel Jack dry as
though he were a small child. Jack didn't care. He didn't care about
anything at the moment. He felt as though he was merely an observer,
caught up in some horrible nightmare.
He wasn't quite sure how he got there, but suddenly he was in his room,
and Will was buttoning up his pajamas and tucking him into bed. He
reached out and took Will's hand, right before he let himself be swallowed
up into a dark, dreamless sleep.
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A/N: No, this is not the end of this story, but I don't think I can write more
than this at a time. Please review and tell me what you think.
Part Two
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