Romeo, Romeo ~ A Jegulus Story.

"You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved!" Regulus yelled, hands clutching his head in frustration, black curls sticking to his damp forehead.

He was crying now, his face raw with tears. It was a cry full of pain. All the anguish and despair the boy had kept inside of him for so long finally overflowed and was lay out before James.

Regulus smeared the tears in a poor attempt to get them to stop. His nose was running as he pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. His sobs fell to the floor and lashed against the walls like waves.

He wanted to stop. To stop crying in front of James.

But he couldn't.

He looked up through blurry eyes, chocking back any more cries.

James was staring at him, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

He was silent for a few seconds which, to Regulus, felt so long, he wasn't even sure what was happening anymore. Was James even there? Was any of this even real?

Then James is in front of him, pulling him into his arms and Regulus is crying again, sobbing against the older boys robes. Any time he tried to pull away, James would just hold him even tighter and the crying would start all over again. James kissed the top of his head gently, cradling Regulus in the familiar scent of Mint, fresh linen and possibility.

Regulus cried until his head ponded and all his tears were spent.

Eventually James allowed him to pull back, but still held the younger boy face in his hands, wiping away the tears from Regulus's cheeks and pushing his little black curls back into their place.

"I know you don't want to be saved," James whispered, as if afraid talking would disturb the established silence around them "but for as long as I'm alive, I'll try to because, call me selfish, but...I need you Reg".

Regulus didn't have time to reply because, before he knew it, he was being pulled into another tight hug.

Regulus didn't know what home felt like, but if he had to guess, he'd say being in James Potters arms was pretty close.