You did WHAT?!?!

Part 2

To say that the next 20 minutes were stressful would be a drastic understatement. Jack, minute by minute, as the sky grew darker and darker, became more convinced that his toe headed blonde friend was dead, either frozen alive or mugged for the shirt on his back. And knowing Brook, his lack of survival skills could easily make Jack's fear a reality.

"Alright mate, we're here." the driver said, pulling up to the station. Damn that place was a lot spookier in person.

"Thanks loads man, do you mind waiting around? This shouldn't take long." the man responded with a simple "sure" before Jack slid out of the car and shut the door.

When he exhaled, his breath was all too visible, indicating just how cold it was. He shivered, burying himself into his thick hoodie to keep warm. Jack prayed internally that Brook was okay.

He took a few steps, the crunching snow echoing ever so slightly off the walls of the old building. As he stepped closer, he stopped, hearing unsteady breathing coming from the old structure. "Brook?" he called. The breathing suddenly altered, picking up speed.

"J-Jack? Is that you?" a meek Brook called out, his voice cracking. Jack felt his heart clench ever so slightly. He sounded an absolute mess.

"Yeah mate. I'm out front. Where are you?" Jack called back. He turned his head when he heard footsteps coming from around the left side of the gas station. As they began to pick up speed, Jack caught sight of a poorly dressed Brooklyn, and even in the midst of a flickering street lamp, his swollen red eyes were visible. He was only sporting a thin jumper and jeans, his arms hugged tightly to his chest to keep him warm. How could Andy and Rye have been so cruel? He looked like a young pup who was abandoned in the snow because his owners didn't want him. Just the thought of that pained Jack.

When the blonde boy spotted him, he ran towards Jack at full speed, colliding into his chest and hugging him tight. The brunette was taken aback, the force of the smaller boy almost knocking the wind out of him. But he was soon to respond, wrapping his arms around Brook's shoulders, hugging him a lot tighter than he initially expected. His heart started to beat faster, in a far away yet familiar way. His mind finally seemed to connect the pieces. Brook wasn't dead, he was here, in his arms, alive, breathing, crying. And that was when it really hit him, tears beginning to form in his eyes. He hadn't seemed to realize just how worried he was. And as soon as he felt it, he knew he had been more concerned than he was ready to admit. Losing Brook may have forever left a nasty scar in his heart.

He reached up and began to run his fingers through Brook's cold locks. "Hey, i-it's okay. I'm here now. You'll be alright." he said quietly, letting tears run down his face. Brook was shaking uncontrollably, from the crying and the cold, holding on tightly to Jack, wallowing in the presence of another human being.

"I-I didn't h-have any of my things a-and it just got darker and c-colder and I started to panic w-what if they left me out here f-forever and forgot about me or w-what if someone came and killed me because I-I was invading their turf-"

"Shh Brook, look at me." Jack said, taking Brook's head into his hands and pulling him back a bit so they could look into each other's eyes. "I'm here to take you home. You don't need to worry about it anymore okay? You're safe now."

With teary eyes, Brook nodded, pushing forward to once again wrap his arms around Jack's midsection. Jack sighed, allowing his stress to escape, and letting more tears roll down his cheeks as he cradled the blonde boy's body in his arms.

After a couple minutes, Jack let his grip relax, releasing Brooklyn and untangling the smaller boy from him. He grabbed his hand tightly in his own. "Let's go home, okay?"

Brook nodded, reaching up with his free hand to wipe his eyes as Jack lead him to the uber, who's driver was waiting patiently in the front seat. As soon as they got the door shut, the man looked up in the rear view mirror.

"Am I taking you back to where I picked you up?" he asked.

"Yes please." Jack responded.

"Yous okay back there?" the man asked gently.

"Yeah, we're good. Thanks." Jack answered once again, grateful for the driver's kindness. As they began their journey home, Jack let go of Brook's hand momentarily to pull off his hoodie. He handed it to the him. "Go ahead and put it on. Don't want you getting sick."

Brook took it with a small smile, sliding it over his head. He strung his arms through the sleeves, keeping his hands covered and pulled the hood up to keep his ears warm. He slid over into the seat next to Jack and rested his head on the younger boy's shoulder, hooking his hands onto the crook of his elbow, holding tight.

When Jack looked over at Brook, his tired eyes were closed, his breathing steady. Jack let out a sympathetic smile, resting his head back against Brook's and reaching up to gently stroke the surface of his cold fingers. Jack let his eyes close momentarily, letting his worries fade away. No dumbass from Roadtrip was going to die tonight. They would live to see another day.

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Part 2. Hope u like x3