#jarrichedit

I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe

Don't you know you're everything I have? 

-Angel with a Shotgun; The Cab

The Weight of Us

Jared could see the wheels turning in Peter’s head and the holy shit moment, as it put it together, “Holy shit you dumb motherfucker. You want to try to find Richard by infiltrating what’s left of the ring. Don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You know Diavolo doesn’t care about killing some pimp, or some whore, or some random dude. It’s all just business to him. This most likely will end with you dead and you most likely won’t even find the answers you’re looking for.” Jared looked away and couldn’t keep still. “I wasn’t lying when I said he had unparalleled reach. You could very well get yourself killed.”

“Do you know anyone I could get more information from or not?” Jared demanded

Peter let out a defeated sigh, knowing that Jared wouldn’t back down,“Yeah, name’s Missy. I’ll text you her info.”

“Thanks.” Jared turned back towards his Volt.

“Good luck!” He called out from the street corner. “You’re gonna need it!”

Jared never thought about going to the Feds again. They failed him. Working with Gavin Belson failed him. He didn't trust law enforcement or anyone else to do it right. To actually find Richard and avenge him.

 Lyrics: Haunted; Kelly Clarkson

The Weight of Us

“Why did you do that?” Richard had to know. He continued to pace the hospital room as Jared stood towards the door, gazing downwards.

“Because last time didn’t go over well and I don’t want to push you over the edge again. Because you’re not in a good place right now.”

Richard’s head whipped up and stormed up to him, “No shit, Jared! I’m...I’m fucked! Fucked!  And I don’t know if it will ever get better. I’m just...so fucking messed up! You know what...just...leave me. Now.” Jared looked at him in hurt confusion. “Go! Now!” Richard pointed at the door, “Leave!” He couldn’t handle others seeing him so broken and vulnerable. There wasn’t much he could handle right now. Richard turned away and walked towards the window. Distracting himself with the sunny day, for it had been so long since he had seen one. He fiddled with the long white cotton bandages that were gently wrapped around his wrists.

Jared stood there like a shocked kicked puppy. Although, he knew he couldn’t leave Richard. There was a calm simplicity to his voice, “No.” Richard turned around, suddenly overcome with confusion, “Wha-?” He slowly walked towards him. Jared looked Richard in the eyes, “You have me. You will always have me. I’ve never given up on you before and I won’t give up on you now. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Jared took a deep breath and his feelings started pouring out of him like a river behind a broken dam. He barely realized what he was saying, “I can’t lose you. Not again. I won’t survive. Every day without you was pure agony. I can’t...I can’t live without you, Richard...I love you.”

Jared’s eye’s widened and he took a step back, raising his hands towards his mouth, realizing what he said. ‘Oh Donald, what did you do? He’s already dealing with so much. Now you throw this on him. It’s too much! I thought you were going to wait.’

Richard gazed downwards, rocking back and forth while fiddling with his bandages again. Jared wanted to tell him to stop for fear that it would rip the stitches, but it wasn’t the time. “You...you know, the men who...took me...they...they threatened to hurt you. If I didn’t do what they wanted. They had your picture.” 

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