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Subject 101, Part Ten

Reply to Shelly and Sherri

Posted to the Roswell Slash list October 11, 2000

TITLE: Subject 101
AUTHOR: Shelly and Sherri
RATING: NC17 for m/m sex
DISCLAIMER: Roswell characters don't belong to us; any other characters do...
FEEDBACK: thrive on it, makes us write more...LOL
AUTHORS NOTE: This is an Alternate Universe story so we're basically making up our history as it goes along. ALSO this story will feature GRAPHIC m/m sex, with a few non-consensual scenes thrown in. If you don't like that kind of stuff, then please don't read it. Chapters that contain graphic sex will be rated NC17.

With warrant in hand, Nancy Bishop and her partner Tony Garrison took Jack with them on the raid, recruiting as well a half dozen patrol cars, with a total of fifteen cops to make the bust. They went through the front of the warehouse, making their way to the back and the sets there. The first set they came upon was one of a bedroom, a kid that looked maybe fifteen tops secured to the bed with padded restraints for wrists and ankles, a ball gag in his mouth to silence him. Between his legs was a leanly muscled man working himself eagerly in and out of him, as the boy moaned and struggled against his restraints.

"Police!" called Nancy, flashing her badge in one hand and holding up the warrant in the other. "I have a warrant here, allowing me to search the premises. Cease and desist all activity, please!"

The crew surrounding the set turned at her approach and one tried to bolt for an exit, only to be stopped by a patrolman. Muttering a curse, the man on top of the boy hurriedly got off the bed and Jack picked up a fallen robe to toss it at him. "You know that having sex with minors is against the law, right? And this constitutes just a little more than sex..." he added, tossing a meaningful glance in the kid's direction. An officer came to grab the man's arm and take him over to a nearby wall to search and cuff him.

Dragging a blanket over the kid, Jack freed him of the restraints and worked the ball gag loose, the kid trembling with shock as he drew himself up into a ball. "How old are you?" asked Jack softly and the kid just looked at him with tearful eyes. Shaking his head, Jack motioned for one of the female officers to take over with the kid, following Nancy as she and Tony made their way through the makeshift studio.

The second crew was already reacting to their presence, hurriedly trying to pack up gear and get out of there, Jack snagging the arm of a beautiful young woman with spiky auburn hair, dressed in an expensive looking suit. He blinked in surprise to see that she looked vaguely familiar, though he couldn't remember where exactly he'd seen her before.

"Rebecca Nieland." said Nancy with satisfaction and shoved the warrant at the woman, who shook off Jack's arm to snatch the warrant from Nancy and give it an once-over with haughty eyes. "Ex porn queen...and now maker of quality porn." said Nancy, her disgust all too obvious. "You know how old the kids you use are?"

"Talk to my lawyer about it." returned Rebecca Nieland snidely, tossing the warrant in Nancy's face. Beyond her Jack could see three men hurriedly disentangling themselves from a dark haired boy, though not quick enough to evade seizure, and he found himself moving quickly forward to the fallen figure. And somehow he *knew* it was Max, even before he caught a glimpse of those beautiful familiar features, twisted in pain and shame.

He laid a hand on one bare shoulder and Max moaned, shrinking away from him to curl into a ball, shoulders trembling. Shedding his coat, Jack laid it over him and Max's head lifted, amber eyes dark with pain focusing on him. "It's okay, gonna take you to the hospital..." said Jack soothingly.

Max shook his head weakly. " No. No doctors...please..." He lifted a hand to clutch at Jack's sleeve, amber eyes begging him, and Jack reluctantly nodded, straightening to look over at where they'd managed to corral the filming crews, with Rebecca Nieland standing a little apart from the others and looking bored with the whole thing.

It took nearly an hour to get them all sorted out and sent down to the precinct to be processed, Rebecca Nieland calling for her lawyer the moment she entered the patrol car with her cell phone. Nancy and Tony were now going through the warehouse with a crew of evidence techs, looking for film that they could use as evidence. Took that long for Jack to convince Max to go with him to Dr. Maggie, so that she could check him, since he didn't want any other doctor to touch him.

She was tight-lipped during the procedure and insisted on getting a swab of semen, Max refusing to let himself be photographed so that his injuries could be documented. She provided Max with a T-shirt and sweat pants to wear and left him in the exam room to confront Jack. "What's going on?" she demanded.

Jack told her as much as he could about where he'd found Max and she stared angrily at him. "So...what happens now? They get a slap on the wrist, you cut Max loose, they pick him up and it starts all over again?"

Jack threw up his hands in disgust. "What the hell do you want from me? He won't talk to me about what happened. He's not going to make a statement and he sure as hell isn't going to press charges. My hands are tied here..." Maggie glared at him, arms folded over her chest, and Jack heaved a sigh, rubbing at the side of his nose with one finger. "But I'm not cutting him loose. He's underage. And unless he can provide I.D. that says otherwise, Social Services is going to take him."

"And they place him in a foster home and he runs." concluded Maggie flatly and waved him silent, striding away from him. "Whatever. You do what you can, right?" Shaking her head, she left him to see to her other patients.

"What the hell *am* I supposed to do?" muttered Jack aloud and went to get Max, to take him down to the station and get him sorted out.

End of part 10

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