Fic: Musical Interludes

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Title: Musical Interludes
Chapters: Part The Third – AU Snapshots
Author: csi_sanders1129 
Genre: AU. Song. Challenge.
Ratings: K+-T
Word Count: ~2,800
Pairings/Characters:JaSpin friendship and/or relationship.
Synopsis: Jason and Spinelli live out ten alternate versions of themselves.
Comments: Ugh, just another one of the shuffle prompt game things. I so totally cheated on this one, though. Previous ones can be found in the Fic Archive. Mm, boys aren’t mine. Enjoy!

 

H. R.S. A // Blue October

 

Shady Brook Sanatorium was hardly a fun place to be, but for Damian Spinelli, he’d accepted that he would likely be there for a while. The doctors, the nurses, the counselor’s he’d spoken to all seemed to have deemed in unstable, unfit to cohabitate with the real world. He spoke with words they were not used to, dubbed nearly everyone with obscure nicknames, spoke of technology and computers and cyberspace like it was something as simple as the weather. They’d locked him up and thrown away the key before he’d turned 20.

 

But, Damian Spinelli was far from insane, just… different.

 

He’d been outside on the grounds – for his free hour of the day – when the new patient had arrived. A man, older than he, with piercing, stone cold, blue eyes. He’d been accused of a murderer, he was a mobster, the rumors said. None of the other patients seemed willing to talk to the stranger.

 

“The Jackal bids you as warm a welcome as one can receive at Shady Brook,” Spinelli said politely, when he discovered that the newcomer – one Jason Morgan - was his new roommate.

 

No answer came to his inquiry.

 

“Want to get out of here, Stone Cold?”

 

 

If I Only Had A Brain // Wizard of Oz

 

Jason Morgan approached the fork in the road with his gun drawn and his eyes peeled for the signs of the thugs that had dumped him out here in the middle of Nowheresville, USA. It was going on dark and the November chill in the air was winning out over his t-shirt.

 

“Damn it, which way?” He demanded of the open field in front of him.

 

“Pardon me; this way is a very nice way.” Came a voice from the darkness.

 

Jason startled. He had seen no one. “Who said that?”

 

Something shifted in the field in front of him. “It's pleasant down that way, too.” The disembodied voice said again, as Jason investigated.

 

There, lying, tied up and tossed into the corn field, was a kid - not really a kid, but someone younger than Jason - pointing down one of the paths. “What happened to you?”

 

“Of course, some people do go both ways.” He continued on as if he hadn’t been asked a question and it wasn’t until he saw the glint of the gun in Jason’s hand that he seemed to return to reality. “Oh, you’re not one of them, are you? The Jackal surely hopes not…”

 

“One of the thugs? No.” Jason assured the younger, pocketing his gun and leaning down to untangle the rope tied around the kid’s wrists and ankles. “Come on, now, let’s get you out of here.”

 

 

Strangers On A Train // David Nail

 

The ride back to Tennessee seemed much longer than the trip to Port Charles had. Granted, then he’d had the potential college, the potential job, but he’d been turned down for both. Back to Oakfield it was, then.

 

Spinelli frowned, shifting deeper into the seat. There weren’t many people on the train. A mom with two little kids – surprisingly well behaved for their estimated ages – an older couple sitting together in the back, doing crossword puzzle after crossword puzzle. There was one man, with blue as blue could be eyes in a black leather jacket sitting across from him, though.

 

But he was trying not to think about that.

 

He would swear that the guy kept looking at him, too, though. Staring, looking away again before Spinelli could catch him in the act.

 

They were nearing Oakfield when the stranger got up, moved seats, sat beside him. “My name’s Jason. Don’t freak out.” He said, which was not a good way to start a conversation. “But I need you to come with me.”

 

Spinelli frowned. “Wha… why?”

 

“The guy you met with in Port Charles? The one who turned you down?” The stranger said, and when his target nodded, he continued. “He thought you knew too much, so he hired me to kill you.”

 

His eyes went wide, and he started to try to stand, but Jason’s strong hand settled in his shoulder.

 

“Relax, I’m not going to do it. But I need to get you out here.” Jason leveled Spinelli with his stone cold gaze.

 

Something in the other’s eyes made Spinelli nod in acceptance. He trusted the words his stranger on a train had spoken. “I will do whatever you think is necessary.”

 

 

If I Was Your Vampire // Marilyn Manson

 

The alley was dark and it was a decidedly bad part of town, but Spinelli found himself forced to walk through it despite the adverse conditions. He’d been dumped out in the docks by his girlfriend – in more than one sense of ‘dumped’ and left on his own to find his way back to town. Never mind that he’d never been to this part of town before.

 

A trash can at the mouth of the alley tipped over and Spinelli froze in place, listening for further noises, stayed silent until he was sure that there was nothing.

 

“No one ever tell you it’s dangerous out here?” A voice whispered to him, breathing warm breathe on the back of his neck.

 

He whirled around, but found that no one was there.

 

“Oh, you’ll have to be much quicker than that.” The voice teased, behind him again. Cold arms curled around his chest, pulling him further into the darkness, pressed him against the cold brick wall.

 

Spinelli swallowed, heart racing as he struggled to escape. “W-what do you want with the Jackal?”

 

The stranger, a man with crystalline blue eyes, only loomed over him. He licked his lips, and a glimpse of pointed fangs appeared behind them. “Mm, I think you’ll find out.” He promised, ducking his head to press his lips against his captive’s neck.

 

 

Something Crazy // Franky Perez

 

He hadn’t seen Spinelli since high school. The kid had been dorky and awkward then, too, but Jason had helped him with his homework and watched out for him when he was in elementary and middle school as best he could. They’d been friends, kind of. But then, after Jason had graduated college, they’d lost contact.

 

Here, five years later, Spinelli had tracked him down.

 

“I, uhm, I kind of think I might need your help, Jase.” He said, sniffling softly. He rubbed at his eye, pulled the hood he’d had up since he slid into Jason’s car down. A deep purple bruise covered the side of his face. “I need to get away, before…” Then the hand in Spinelli had had shoved into his pocket came out, holding a shiny, silver gun. “Before I do something crazy.”

 

Jason was seething at the knowledge that he’d failed at protecting his self-proclaimed grasshopper. He slid the gun from his friend’s hand. “Whoever did this to you won’t ever touch you again.” He swore.  They very well might not touch anything ever again.

 

Spinelli sniffled again, and Jason found himself soothing the younger boy for a long while before he got him to the sanctity of his apartment. He’d deal with the jackass behind this mess once he was sure Spinelli knew he was safe.

 

 

Citizen/Soldier // 3 Doors Down

 

“Morgan,” His squad leader commanded, tossing out assignments. “You’re to clear the Harbor View building. Gather up any survivors and return them to base.”

 

Jason nodded, already clad in his black army fatigues, and set off to accomplish his assigned task. Trained soldier that he was it didn’t take him long to clear the building. He took out two rebel men at the front entrance, found no survivors, at least until he reached the penthouse level of the once fancy building.

 

A whole gaggle of guards were in place there. Something important.

 

He took the soldiers out with skilled precision, took a hit to the side for his troubles, and found, inside the penthouse suite, one lone survivor. A kid of about twenty, a prisoner, given his bruises and general look of distrust, was hiding under what had once been a computer desk.

 

“Civilian?” Jason called out, to verify.

 

“A-affirmative.” Came the response, and Jason dared to approach.

 

“Why’d they have you?” He pressed, pulling the kid out from his hiding place. Countless injuries, looked like a sprained, if not broken, ankle.

 

“The, ugh, the Jackal was at work for the militant one’s – yourself – and was operating with an amount of classified and highly crucial information. I would not tell them what they needed and thus they kept deemed it necessary to keep prisoner until I would.”

 

Jason hummed in consideration. They’d heard reports. The kid, a genius or so the higher ups had claimed, had been presumed dead over a month ago. And here he’d been all the time. “I’ll get you back.” He assured the younger, calling in to base.

 

“Morgan, report received. You are solely responsible for the Jackal as of now. Over.” His captain’s order came through, and something about that – the first thing that had in the insane war – seemed right.

 

 

Slow Dancing In A Burning Room // John Mayer

 

Spinelli was one of the only high schoolers at the party. Some college thing that his friend had dragged him to and subsequently ditched him for. He stuck to his place on the wall, watching the older kids move around, drinking and dancing, some smoking and doing more hardcore things that Spinelli wanted no part of.

 

He was doing an excellent job of blending in, he thinks. No one has so much as acknowledged him since his arrival. A good thing – most of the kids here used to pick on him when they were younger.

 

“Hey.”

 

The boy who’d spoken - a senior in the PCU college class that Spinelli only recognized through some mutual friends - could not possibly have been speaking to him. If he was, he was in deep trouble. Morgan was in bed with the mob, everyone knew.

 

“Spinelli, right?”

 

Damn it. “I, ugh, yes.” He bit his lip, stared at the floor. “What might the Jackal be able to do for you, Stone Cold one?”

 

“I was just hoping for a dance, was all.” The elder said, and a hand entered Spinelli’s downcast field of vision, looking entirely unthreatening. “Well, what do you say?”

 

Spinelli swallowed. Was it acceptable to turn down dance offers from Mob Princes? He somehow thought not. Slowly, reluctantly, he nodded. “I suppose that could be arranged.”

 

He got a smile in response to his agreement as he was led out onto the make shift dance floor. Everyone recognized him now, of course, the kids who’d always picked on him whispered quietly amongst themselves, but none so much as moved to bother he and Jason as they danced to the slow song playing.

 

One benefit to being seduced by a mobster, he supposed.

 

 

Don’t Laugh At Me // Mark Wills

 

Nine years old and Damian Spinelli’s only wish was to be a grown up. If only so the world of playgrounds and school bullies could be in his past instead of his future.  Scott Metcalfe, a year older than him but still in the same grade, was always picking on him. He was the most popular kid in school and what he said was treated like law by the other students. So, when he called Damian a geek, a dork, a loser, everyone else thought so, too.

 

He was never picked for any of the sports in gym, never had a partner in class assignments unless someone wanted to cheat off of him, never even had someone to sit on the bus with, no friends.

 

At least until his new neighbors showed up.

 

They had a son, older than Damian, nearly seventeen, and his mom thought that the boy – Jason – was very nice. So, he was eventually talked into babysitting.

 

“Mom, I’m too old for a babysitter!” He’d protested, but his mother had been unrelenting and Jason had arrived right on time.

 

His opinion of the situation had changed rapidly. Jason was cool, popular almost immediately at the high school even though he didn’t really seem to want to be. Jason took him to the movies, swimming in summer, ice-skating in winter, took him for ice-cream when he got all A’s on his report cards, helped him with homework.

 

Jason even drove him to and from school so he never had to take the bus.

 

Scoot Metcalfe caught Damian on his way to Jason’s car one day after school. Called him a chicken and a baby because he never made himself available to be picked on anymore, always hid. Scott had an audience, and was all revved up for a fight.

 

Damian, obviously, was not. And, luckily, he never had to be.

 

Scott had been about to throw the first punch – upon one defenseless Damian Spinelli - when Jason had appeared. He’d grabbed Damian and pulled him backwards, out of the bully’s range. He clung to Jason’s side like the terrified nine year old he was, and stared up at his rescuer in amazement.

 

“I would suggest that you stop picking on him.” Jason said simply, implementing an icy cold glare that Damian had never seen before. When Jason looked down at him, it was gone. “C’mon, what do you say to stopping for pizza?”

 

 

Stay // Will Deynes

 

The house was mostly dark, but Jason knew that Spinelli would be there. He always was, and the faint glow from his laptop in the bedroom window was a dead giveaway.

 

It was a well-practiced course, he knew, as he rounded to the side of the house and climbed the tree just outside of his best friend’s room. Right on schedule, the window slid open and he silently slipped inside.

 

“Mm,” He smiled. “I can’t wait until we run away together, and get our own place. I’m looking forward to being able to use a door.” Jason caught Spinelli’s hand in his own, following him over to the bed. “Your dad asleep?”

 

“Affirmative.” His lover replied, ducking to kiss Jason quickly. Neither Spinelli’s father nor Jason’s family approved of their friendship – let alone relationship – but they hadn’t let that stop them. As it stood, in another three weeks and six days, their plans would be complete – they’d have the means and the money to make their escape from this town and everyone in it.

 

Jason slid his hand under the borrowed black t-shirt Spinelli wore, pulled him closer. “Another thing I can’t wait for: Getting to stay the night with you, not having to leave in the middle of the night.” He always left early, never stayed until morning, it was too risky.

 

Spinelli hummed in agreement, “I wish you could stay, too.” He shifted so that he fitted against Jason, head on his chest, legs impossibly entwined beneath the covers. Jason’s arms curled around his back, keeping him in place.

 

 

From Now On We Are Enemies // Fall Out Boy

 

He found Damian Spinelli, ace computer tech god genius or whatever he wanted to be called, in a bar on the shady side of town. It had been a prime opportunity, a chance to pick off one of Alcazar’s top players, but the kid was… interesting.

 

He didn’t seem to recognize Jason as anything other than another guest of the bar. Spinelli blushed and looked away when Jason bought him a drink, talked animatedly and passionately about things Jason could never hope to understand.

 

Alcazar had enlisted him when he was still in high school; he’d never had a chance to have a life outside of the mob. His family was virtually non-existent, friends were scarce – at work it was only associates and colleagues – and sometimes, tonight, for instance, he really just needed to unwind before he went insane from being so used by his employers. No one respected him, just took advantage of what he could get the workings of cyberspace to do.

 

“It’s really quite a shame that we are operating under rival entities. The Jackal would easily acknowledge that you, Stone Cold, and I, would make a formidable team if we were working together.” Despite the words, despite the fact that they were playing out the beginnings of a rather warped version of a certain Shakespearean tragedy, he’d spoken only after Jason had taken him back to his penthouse, only after Jason had peeled off his shirt and was looming over him.

 

Jason shrugged, debating his options. “After tonight, we’re enemies again, okay? Tonight, here, neutral territory.”

 

Spinelli grinned, glad that he hadn’t ruined his chances with the handsome, rival mob prince. “Most amenable terms. The Ace of Cyber-” He was cut off when Jason ducked his head to kiss him intensely. His head swam as it ended and he forced himself to refocus on his train of thought. “Perhaps we could continue to meet in secret here, if the Stone Cold one would be amenable?”

 

“Enemies.” He repeated, even as he slid a hand into the other’s jeans. He wasn’t sure of it was to convince Spinelli or himself, because he’d very nearly almost agreed.