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Street was tackled through the door to the ground, he tried to fight his way out of it. Even with all his training, he somehow got separated from his partner Chris and it was 2 versus himself. He was in for a challenge. SWAT got called in for a shootout, they were all going in separate directions but they stuck with their buddies. One moment Chris was with him and the next he was alone and then he was tackled and fighting for his life.
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The SOA club wasn't involved, but they heard the shooting and saw a SWAT officer get tackled outside a side door by two of a rival gang they were fighting against at the moment. Opie and Jax saw the officer fighting for a good few moments before he was dragged back inside the building and the door was slammed shut. Jax and Opie looked at each other before they ran and told the crew. It was as good a time as any. They ran over to the door and ran inside.
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Street was fighting and was suddenly dragged backward. He tried to kick his way out of it. He'd lost his helmet during the scuffle, and his guns, he was outnumbered, and he was continuously getting hit. He probably has a concussion right now. These guys were winning. Where was Chris? Where was his team?
Hands separated his legs, he felt himself getting felt up, and he felt sick. -
Surely these guys weren't going to do this!
He felt a hit to his head slammed into the concrete, his vision was dimming, and he was starting to go unconscious. He thought himself panicking. Where was his team? -
He needed them right now! Someone help! He screamed as loud as he could as he felt his arms get pinned above his head with one of the guy's arms. The other man kept touching him with his disgusting dirty hands—a look of happiness on his face. -
"Hondo!-" he was cut off by a hand covering his mouth.
"I will enjoy this. You, however-" Then he laughed as the two of them continued to caress him. He was losing reality at this point. The pain in his head, the betrayal that his team wasn't here. Where were they?
They were supposed to have his back. Surely they could hear on his comm. Oh no, his comm, they could hear all of this. No. -
Someone. Help me! -
- BANG, BANG! -
The men slumped over, Street fought out of their grip, grabbed one of their guns, and moved back against the nearest corner. Who came? Was it his team? No. Who are they?
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Jax and Opie fought their way through the door and saw a fight that shocked them. The SWAT officer was bloodied and fighting, but he was losing. He was on the ground pinned by the two men, who were trying to sexually assault him.
Clay ran in after the two and saw the officer who looked like a kid. He looked Juice's age. He was just a kid.
Clay then flashed back to his wife's story at the table. How she had been kidnapped and raped all night. He remembered how he didn't even know until he got a call about her being in the hospital the next day.
"Hondo!-" The kid screamed out in desperation, a plea for help. The men laughed at the officers' screams, one said something that was lost to the group's ears before one of the men covered the officers' mouth.
Clay raised his gun and pulled the trigger killing the two men. The SWAT officer didn’t hesitate to move from under them to the corner, there was blood on the ground, on the back of his head, and there was blood everywhere.
The officer raised his gun and aimed at the men in front of him, his vision swirled, and the picture created monsters mixed with blood and confusion. What the hell was happening right now?
Jax raised his hands and slowly stepped forward alongside Clay and Opie towards the confused and dazed-looking SWAT officer who looked like he was about to pass out. The officer was hyperventilating.
"It's okay kid. We just came to help. " Clay said calmly. Jax nodded. Opie remained silent. The kid dropped the gun just as he slumped over onto the ground. The club wanted to run over and help the kid, but just as they were about to they heard running to their location and took it as a sign to get the hell out of there.
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The club wanted to know about the kid, and what happened to him after they had left. They couldn't risk it though. They would have to live with not knowing. They couldn't just go to SWAT and ask about one of their guys.
It had been a few days and a motorcycle pulled up to the auto shop. A guy got off the bike and looked around. He walked up to Opie and asked a few questions before laughter broke out attracting the attention of the rest of the club. Who was this? Jax recognized him almost immediately.
" Hey, wait. It's that kid, that SWAT officer from the call. " Jax said out loud. The club did a double take. The kid looked good, and they walked over.
"Hey kid it's good to see up and on your feet. How's your head feeling?" Clay asked. Street smiled.
" Feeling good, I had a concussion but I'm all good now. Thank you. By the way, I didn't get the chance to say that before." Street lost his smile at the end of that sentence and started looking a little pale. Street felt he was about to be sick reliving the incident.
"Hey, it was nothing. I can't stand seeing things like that." Clay said. Street looked down, uncomfortable and ashamed.
"Don't do that." A female voice rang out. He looked behind him and a female had joined Clay's side, the others giving a look of respect towards the lady.
" Don't feel ashamed for needing help, feel angry it came from my guys and not your own. " She said.
He felt sick. He didn't want to think about what would've happened had the Sons not been there. He didn't want to hate his team. It was the guys' fault and only their fault, they were the ones who'd tried to -
He nearly vomited, he couldn't even think of that word.
"Clay told me you fought like hell, but being overwhelmed by multiple people is normal, especially for only one officer. That's why you have teammates. Except they weren't there this time. You were lucky my guys were. " She said. Clay, Jax, and Opie looked in discomfort but said nothing.
Street wasn't sure what to say. She was right, but he couldn't find it in his heart to hate his team right now. He didn't want to think about this, he just wanted to forget it happened.
" Look, thank you. I should probably get going now. Just came by to say thanks. " Street looked down at the ground, he was feeling uncomfortable now. He should just leave.
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Street walked into his work having no idea how to react. He was still thinking about what the lady had said. Where was his partner? His team? He thought back to being forced into the ground, he couldn't believe he got overwhelmed. He was trained better than that. He couldn't think about how far they would've gotten without the SOA Gangs inference. They had saved his life and saved him from being assaulted. Yet his team was nowhere to be found when he needed them.
The thought made him sick. He knew he should talk about this, but he just couldn't even think about it without needing to vomit.
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Flashback.
Hondo and the team had lost contact with Street, Chris was looking around for him, trying to get him on his comm but Street wasn't responding. They had no idea where he had gone.
Two shots rang out, The team got into a formation and went that way. Hoping that Street was alive.
Hondo and Deacon were the first to spot the kid on the ground. The kid was covered in blood on his uniform. Hondo nearly froze when he saw the two lifeless bodies on the ground next to him. The SWAT-sanctioned pants ripped exposing Street's lower half. Street wasn't moving.
Hondo quickly moved to him praying he was alive.
Deacon prayed that Street wasn't assaulted as it appeared.
Tan was praying the guys didn't get too far before Street had killed them.
Chris felt like she couldn't breathe. She had let Street down.
Luca felt anger beyond belief. These guys had tried to- he would kill them! except they were already dead.
Street was breathing, Hondo felt a pulse and breathed out a sigh of relief before he got cold chills down his body. He had let down a member of his team. Who knew what happened to the kid while the rest of the team wasn't by his side?
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The team noticed Street was extra quiet when he came in to work today. He hadn't said a word, They were surprised he was out of the hospital.
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Flash Back
Jim, as your doctor I think you should have a rape kit done. Just in case.
Street nearly threw up, he wasn't raped. The Sons had prevented that.
" I wasn't raped. Someone prevented that. I'm fine, I want to leave. "
The doctor sighed, "Jim, you still have a concussion. We can't just let you go yet."
Street wanted to scream.
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" Street, how are you doing? Hondo asked, walking beside him. Street wasn't sure how he was feeling.
" I'm fine. Want to get back to work. " Street replied. He needed something to focus on. Something other than the phantom touches he's been feeling all over his body since yesterday. Not since he couldn't focus on anything other than the guy's face turned into a monstrous widespread grin as he was ready to violate him. Nothing else, he couldn't focus.
Hondo watched as Street turned pale but continued walking to the locker room in a haze. He wasn't ready for this yet, but he couldn't even talk about it yet. If Hondo confronts the kid right now there is no way he would listen to him. All Hondo could do was wait for the kid to open up.
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S.W.A.T ended up being called for a hostage situation. Street and Chris went around back as the suspect held a girl against his chest and was grinning at him. For a moment the suspect turned into his attacker, Street was being pinned to the ground, His attacker was smiling at him about to defile him in the worst way.
Street came out of it holding his rifle at the man who was laughing at him. The man quickly turned his weapon from the girl on Street himself and Street hesitated, still feeling pinned to the ground, by those phantom touches. The pain in his head as it was bashed into the ground.
A shot rang out, snapping Street out of his flashback. Deacon had taken the shot from behind.
His team surrounded the guy not noticing Street was frozen for a few seconds before moving again trying to act normal.
Chapter 3
Notes:
sorry this is a short chapter! I've hit writers block :(
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" Street, how are you doing? Hondo asked, walking beside him. Street wasn't sure how he was feeling.
" I'm fine. Want to get back to work. " Street replied. He needed something to focus on. Something other than the phantom touches he's been feeling all over his body since yesterday. Not since he couldn't focus on anything other than the guy's face turned into a monstrous widespread grin as he was ready to violate him. Nothing else, he couldn't focus.
Hondo watched as Street turned pale but continued walking to the locker room in a haze. He wasn't ready for this yet, but he couldn't even talk about it yet. If Hondo confronts the kid right now there is no way he would listen to him. All Hondo could do was wait for the kid to open up.
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S.W.A.T ended up being called for a hostage situation. Street and Chris went around back as the suspect held a girl against his chest and was grinning at him. For a moment the suspect turned into his attacker, Street was being pinned to the ground, His attacker was smiling at him about to defile him in the worst way.
Street came out of it holding his rifle at the man who was laughing at him. The man quickly turned his weapon from the girl on Street himself and Street hesitated, still feeling pinned to the ground, by those phantom touches. The pain in his head as it was bashed into the ground.
A shot rang out, snapping Street out of his flashback. Deacon had taken the shot from behind.
His team surrounded the guy not noticing Street was frozen for a few seconds before moving again trying to act normal.
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As soon as Street got back to SWAT Headcourters he went to the shower and turned it as hot as it could be and hopped in. The water scalding his skin, he grabbed a rag and lathered it in soap before scrubbing his skin almost raw as he felt the phantom touch of hands touching his body. He poured soap on his head and scrubbed away trying to get the fingers wrapped around his head to leave.
Street hopped out of the shower and still felt dirty, and ashamed. He had to be rescued, not the other way around. He tried to make the horrible thoughts go away as he heard the door open as he was getting dressed in a pair of spare clothes that were in his locker.
“Street, are you okay kid?” The voice made him freeze up, he quickly turned around putting his back against the set of lockers meeting eye to eye with the intruder. It was Deacon, it was just Deacon. Street’s muscles relaxed after being tensed up.
Street quickly put his shirt on trying to cover up his raw skin. Deacon made this look on his face, pity. He was being pitied right now. He would get mad if he wasn’t about to cry. Deacon saw him, he wasn’t sure why that upset him they had seen each other get out of the shower before. This time Street was actually upset about it.
Tears welled up in Street's eyes, Deacon came forward and Street almost backed up into the lockers. Deacon put his hands up while advancing, he then pulled Street into a hug. Street tensed before loosening up in Deacon’s hold.
‘It’s just Deacon, you’re safe. It’s just Deacon, you're safe.’ Street mantras in his head over and over until he finally relaxed fully in Deacon’s hold. He almost cried.
“ I got your six Street, I promise.” Deacon whispered in Street’s ear. Street lost it, the tears fell down his face and he tried to remain silent but eventually just ended up losing himself while in Deacon’s embrace.
Deacon felt for the kid, he had gone through something. He would not tell anyone about what happened at the warehouse earlier. He would have Street’s back while he finds a way to deal with the trauma of what happened. Deacon’s fatherly instincts had kicked in when he saw Street’s skin. How he tried to hide the red raw skin that was struggling not to blister. Deacon could only guess because of scalding water.
Deacon held Street as long as he could before Street broke the embrace so Deacon had to let go. Deacon didn’t say anything as he turned away from Deacon’s sight. He took that as a sign Street wanted to be left alone now.
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Street felt unsure about what happened in the locker room with Deacon. On one hand he felt embarrassed about breaking down but on the other he felt relieved he wasn’t going to be alone, he certainly felt alone.