Lafayette yelped and fell to all fours as the bullet lodged in his collar bone. He groaned and threw his head back, clawing at his chest and wheezing. Hercules made no hesitation jumping out of the car,
BANG dodging a bullet from Conway and skidding to his side.

"Laf? Come here, just breathe, you're fine, breathe," Hercules hummed reassuringly, pulling him up to his knees. He whipped his head back to see Conway aiming again. He grabbed Lafayette and rolled to the side, BANG Lafayette growling in pain as the bullet smashed into the ground where they were previously situated. Laf grabbed Hercules' arms and stood up shakily, sweat glazing his forehead like a fresh sugar donut, his breathing heavy and hollow.

Hercules stood with him and pulled him forward, causing him to stumble a little and almost fall.
BANG Another bullet whizzed past and Hercules tugged him out of the way, looping his arm around Lafayette's waist.
"I can run myself!" Lafayette spat.
"No you can't." Hercules deadpanned, swiping an arm under Lafayatte's legs and lifting him in a bridal hold. Lafayette scoffed but stopped to wince, his shaking hands tugging his jacket away from the bullet wound.

BANG Hercules ran back to the car, skilfully BANG dodging two more bullets before they made it to the car, whipping the door closed behind them immediately.
"DRIVE!" James yelled as soon as the door closed. Thomas slammed on the gas and spun the car around, skidding dangerously to turn and face Conway.

BANG A bullet pinged into the hood of Jefferson's car, leaving a dainty dent BANG in the metal, while another busted one of his headlights, the light flickering out. Thomas sped away, flipping Conway off out the window as he drove past.
"Kiss my ass Cockway!" Thomas screamed, speeding down the road.

In the distance they heard Conway scream in fury, 4 BANG more BANG gunshots BANG ringing BANG out into the night, the sound being blocked out as Jefferson raised his window back up. Now the car was filled with Lafayette's heavy, uneven breaths. He still sat on Hercules' lap, not having the energy to move into his own seat.

"Laf calm down," Hercules muttered, caressing his cheek and holding his hands in his lap so he wouldn't keep clawing at the wound. Blood was starting to soak his shirt, a little seeping onto his jacket too. He continued hyperventilating. "Laf stop it's not like you've never been shot before," Hercules groaned, wiping the sweat from his forehead and brushing his fly-aways from his bun back. Surprisingly it wasn't bleeding too badly as the bullet had been lodged into his bone. Laf still shivered in Herc's arms, staring past him as if he wasn't hearing anything Hercules was saying.

Hercules growled in annoyance before pulling Lafayette forward, pressing his lips on Laf's. Lafayette gasped, his breathing slowing down before he shoved Hercules away. They stared at each other for a moment before Laf exploded.
"HERCULES, VOTRE BITE!"

"WHAT? I couldn't think of anything else!" He defended, his cheeks flushing a violent red.
"Non non! Le canard!" Lafayette spat, shaking his head furiously.

"I don't speak french, Laf. I just knew you were calling me a dick because that's not the first time." Hercules deadpanned, his expression softening to a lazy glare. Lafayette gave an exasperated sigh.
"Où est le putain de canard?" He hissed.
"LAF." Hercules growled in annoyance.
"Where's the fucking DUCK?" Lafayette yelled, flailing his hands up. The car fell silent.

"The what?" Hercules hissed, squinting at Lafayette in confusion.
"The duck! You yelled duck! There was no duck! Why would you scream duck?" Lafayette accused sharply, jabbing a finger in Hercules' chest while his other hand clutched his jacket around his bullet wound.
"Oh my god Lafayette." Hercules groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Duck. As in duck down. Get out of the way. It's just a phrase." He sighed, tilting his head at Lafayette hoping he would catch on.
"Oui-" Lafayette began to reply before Sam cut in.

"Can you... stop, please." He whispered hoarsely, his knees hugged to his chest, curled up in the corner of the car. The boys shut up and whipped their heads to look at Sam, Madison turned around in his seat too with sympathetic eyes. 
James undid his seatbelt and spun around in his seat.

"James what the fuck sit down, I'm trying not to crash," Thomas hissed, gripping the steering wheel with ghostly white knuckles. James shot him a sharp glare and he instantly shut up, his eyes snapping back to the road. James crawled over the middle console into the back and fell into the squishy seat between Hercules & Laf and Sam.

Samuel's glassy eyes flickered up to him for a millisecond before they returned back to his lap. James frowned and wrapped his arms around Sam. At first Sam fidgeted, trying to get out of it, but soon gave up when James refused to let go. He sighed and snuggled into James' arms, letting the water works flow.

"Fuck you!" Sam screamed, stomping his foot and whipping his shirt backwards.
"You're bloody pathetic!" George spat. "Jesus christ!"
"You used me! You fucking used me! God I'm not one of your w-weak, submissive subjects! Yo-your s-s-servants!" He cried, his vision blurring and warping with the tears in his eyes. George stepped forward, looming over him menacingly.
"I never loved y-" he began to hiss before Sam's hand slapped across his face with a satisfying THWACK.

"W-well I did!" He snapped, stumbling backwards before running out of the bedroom. He slipped his shirt back on and grabbed his phone and keys off the bench, throwing the apartment door open and smashing it shut behind him.

He swiped at his cheeks furiously, his hands becoming wet with his own tears. He snatched his phone up and tried to swipe it open, but his fingers were so wet with tears that the touch screen was unresponsive. He growled in frustration and dried his hands on his shirt, finally getting the phone open. Shakily he scrolled through his apps, selecting favourites in phone calls and finding a name he could always rely on, his best friend.
Charles Lee.

"Sam? It's 1am what the fuck," Charles yawned on the other end, suddenly perking up. "Are you okay? Is it the British bastard? Where are you? I can pick you up."
"No, no you don't nee-"
"Sam where are you?" Charles ordered. Sam whimpered.
"George's place," he mumbled quietly, slipping into the elevator.
"Okay I'm coming." He said firmly.
"Dear lord Charles I said-" Sam tried to argue, crossing his spare arm across his stomach uncomfortably.
"I said I'm coming. Goodbye Samuel." Charles spoke firmly, making Sam tense on the spot. The elevator doors opened and he stepped out, quickly walking out of the building. He slumped against the wall outside and sank to the ground, throwing his head back against the brick wall.

He sat quietly, lost in his own thoughts for a while until two arms were wrapped around Sam. He looked up with glassy eyes.
It was Charles.
"What did he do?" Charles asked harshly, his eyes squinted dangerously.
"Charles I'm fine he-" Sam began to protest before he was cut off.
"You wouldn't have called if you were fine." Charles reasoned in a low hum, raising his eye brows expectantly.

Sam pressed his lips together in a thin line, releasing a shaky breath as he lifted the corner of his shirt.
"It was just a small-" he began but Charles snatched up the hem of his shirt and ripped it up, frowning at the sight. Dark, splotchy bruises splattered Sam's side, crawling along his rib cage and up to his collar.

"I'm going to bash tha-" Charles began to threat in a deep growl.
"Nothing that could get you arrested!" Sam quickly cut in, tugging his shirt down.
"No promises." Charles squinted with a slight smirk. "He is never touching you again,"
Sam frowned but Charles pulled him into another hug. At first Sam fidgeted, trying to get out of it, but soon gave up when Charles refused to let go. He sighed and snuggled into Charles' arms, letting the water works flow.

"The bleeding is slow, but it's not stopping," Hercules frowned, dabbing (don't you fucking dare) the hem of Lafayette's jacket on the wound to clear up blood, making him hiss. The end of the bullet was visible, just breaking Lafayette's skin on the bone.

"Well we can't really go to hospital," Thomas scoffed with a sarcastic laugh. "Give it a few hours and there'll be helicopters after us," he chuckled.
Nobody else laughed. "Wow you all have a great fuckin' sense of humour." He mumbled, speeding up the car a little. He could see Eliza's car up ahead. They were fine.

"I think it is about time we return home, Herc, pick up our gear and pay Pendleton a visit?" Laf suggested with a smirk.
"I thought you'd never ask." Hercules cooed, grinning excitedly.
"Who's Pendleton?" James asked curiously.
"A doctor that we know," Hercules snickered, earning a gasp of laughter from Lafayette.

"What's so funny?" Thomas asked curiously, glaring at the boys through the rear view mirror. 
"The best doctor we know," Lafayette scoffed, making eye contact with Hercules and bursting into laughter. "HAHAAOWowow," he quickly died down, clutching his neck in pain.
"Yeah for real we should go to the Place To Be soon," Hercules muttered sheepishly, looking down at Laf in worry. Laf opened his mouth to respond when a wailing siren cut in. Everyone threw their heads back.
"Hey the cops are finally here!" Thomas cheered sarcastically.
"They took their sweet time," Hercules muttered with a small laugh, not laughing when another two cop cars appeared.

"Car chase." Thomas grinned.

A/N lmao McDonalds got postponed I mixed up my chapters sorry to the people I promised that too ;) and sorry for the erratic BANGs HAHA the gunshots were unexpected by the people hearing them, why shouldn't they be unexpected for the people reading them? And gee I wonder how Charles and George ended up in prison... :o

FAN ART TIME :D
Cutie from Emmathestorywriter ❤️

TWO from myemosweatshirt ❤️

From ThorupMoa somethin' a lil different for Maria ❤️

And from SarcastiKrybaby , one of my favourite parts of Innocent, kudos to you ❤️