Title: Bayou Boys 21/?
Authors: Pet & Foxhunt2blue
Summary: Human AU – Sometimes even fate knows 
better than we do. In the tiny backwater town of 
Junction City William LaCroix & Liam Garrigan met as 
children. Now ten years later best friends are reunited to 
discover what one of them already knew.
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: Liam/William 
Disclaimer: That Mutant Monster owns them, not us. 
*pouts* We'd take much better care of them though!! 
Lots of hot man sex!! YEAH!!
Feedback: We are Whores of the Clan Feedback. 
Feed us Seymour! Feed us now! 
E-mail:
Pet – prettygirlryoko@yahoo.com
Foxhunt2blue – foxhunter2blue@peoplepc.com

***

"I never said she wasn't a good mom. I love your 
mom." Liam tried to take the edge off what had just 
happened, as well as soothe his own internal pains from 
all the barbs that William's father had swung his way.
William nodded, flashing Liam a sweet smile, before 
getting lost in his own thoughts again. 
"Where do you want to go now? You pick."
"The lake..." Will whispered softly. "I want us to go 
back there, have some fun, relax. Let's get some beer 
first though cause frankly I could use a drink, pet."
"Alright you got it." Liam smiled, getting into the car.
When William was seated beside him, he pulled out of 
the LaCroix estate, not giving it a backward glance. He 
headed to the nearest liquor store, acquiring two six-
packs and then they headed to the lake. 
The stars were just coming out when they pulled onto 
the beach, shimmering along the dark water. Liam 
slipped out of the car popping two beers open and 
offering one to Will. 
"Here."
"Thanks, luv." Will took the beer and propped his feet 
on the dash, staring up at the stars. After a few minutes 
of companionable silence he finally spoke. "You ever 
notice that some things never change? Stars never 
change...the lake..." he sighed softly. 
Sitting on the hood of the car Liam glanced up at the 
sky. "Yeah...I notice."
Retrieving the pack of smokes he'd hid in Liam's glove 
box, he hopped over the car door and clambered onto 
the hood of the car. With a sigh he stretched out next to 
Liam and lit one. "You know, luv..." he sighs again, 
"...mum's right. You're the best thing that ever 
happened to me. You ain't none of those things that he 
said." He turned on his side studying Liam's profile as 
he took a drag.
"I used to be everything he said...and worse. I know 
that and I don't make excuses for it. But, I did change, I 
am trying, and now I have you. I know I'll just get 
better. I know I can be so much better."
Flipping the cigarette into the darkness Will reached 
out pulling Liam's face around. "You already are, luv." 
Leaning up he pressed his lips to Liam's in a gentle 
kiss.
Liam kissed him back softly, then sighed happily. 
"Thank you."
Grinning like a little boy William nipped at Liam's 
chin. "How about a dip in the lake, pet. I remember 
something about making love in the lake or was that..." 
his fingers trailed down Liam's chest, "...snogging like 
horny bunnies?"
Liam chuckled and was about tug Will off the car, 
when a set of headlights pulled up fast. Blinking 
against the brightness, he saw it was Charlie's truck 
and he wasn't alone. Gator jumped out with him, 
heading up to the pair. 
"Thank fuck you two are predictable." Charlie yelled 
out.
Liam raised a brow. "Why is that?"
"Damn..." William grumbled as he slid from the hood 
of the car. "Well I'd say Charlie and Gator want some 
tips on the man lovin'." He chuckled as he lit another 
cigarette.
"This is not ta time for jokes and shit, Will. I'm 
serious." Charlie glanced over at Gator. "Tell them 
what you heard."
Gator swallowed hard, pacing back and forth. "After 
you left the other night...well perhaps I'm being a bit 
paranoid."
"Dammit Gator just get on with it all ready." William 
growled, still upset that his fun time had been 
interrupted.
"Well...Buster's cousin, Gene came in. He was talking 
to one of the regulars and said Buster had been by his 
house." Gator slipped off his glasses. "He wasn't there, 
but his wife told him Buster was needing to talk to him 
about getting a night scope for his hunting rifle." He 
sighed. "I know it may not seem like much, but Buster 
doesn't hunt. He never has..." he glanced at Charlie 
nervously.
Liam frowned now sliding off the hood. "Well, maybe 
Buster hunts now. Gator stop fidgeting, you're making 
me nervous, and I don't like it."
"Maybe you should be nervous. What with your stupid 
ass making a show in that bar for all to see. What did 
you think? Everybody was just gonna play along?" 
Charlie demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You have to be joking me! You were proud of me the 
other day. Now you're giving me a lecture? They 
deserved it...the close minded sons of a bitches." 
Growling Liam began pacing.
Reaching out William grabbed Liam's arm. "Hey, calm 
down. Let Gator here finish-up 'cause I'll tell you one 
thing. Buster's always been a bastard, but I don't like 
where this is going, luv."
Gator stopped pacing and shook his head. "He said that 
his wife asked Buster what he was hunting for and he 
said 'swamp rats'. Of course his cousin was amused and 
said that he couldn't see his law abiding, sheriff cousin 
going out poaching. Therefore, he thought perhaps that 
she'd misheard. Liam I do not like this in the least. I 
applaud you for being open with your relationship with 
Will, but if Buster has went a bit off his nut, then we 
have a problem."
"Yes, we do. Because if he showed up here with a gun 
intending to shoot me I think I would laugh myself to 
death."
"Well, then Lee you better start laughing." Buster 
walked out of the darkness, coming around Charlie's 
truck, gun in hand. Herbie as always was behind him 
gun in hand as well.
"What the bloody hell is this about, Buster?" Will 
dropped his cigarette in the dirt, grinding the butt out 
with his boot heel with a growl. 
Gator turned his eyes as wide as half dollars, but his 
voice steady. "I do believe that you've overstepped your 
bounds Buster. There is nothing going on illegal 
here...just some friends having a couple of beers on a 
warm summer night."
"Oh, I think you're mistaken little tarty britches." Herbie 
announced. 
"That's right you are indeed incorrect. I have two, out 
and proud, faggots parading in my town like little 
happy fairies and that will just not do. We don't want it 
or need it and I can't just let it continue." Buster stopp-
ed, gun held high, a few feet away from Liam.
Liam sneered. "So your gonna---what? Cleanse us of 
our demons? Or...wait...run us out of town? Or better 
yet torture us til were straight again---that's it?"
"No." An eerie calm surrounded Buster. "I'm gonna 
remove the threat completely."
"FUCK OFF BUSTER!!" Liam screamed.
"No, thank you I don't swing that way." Buster shifted 
the gun, aiming, and then pulled the trigger.
The air went utterly still, so quiet not even crickets 
were heard. No one moved or even breathed until 
Liam's foot slid a bit forward, and his shoulder sagged.
Charlie suddenly screamed. "Jesus fucking Christ 
Buster! You shot him you mother fucker!"
Liam's gaze lowered to focus on his shoulder. A dark, 
red patch started to spread outwards, like a blooming 
flower on his tee shirt. He laughed softly. "Well I'll be."
"What the bloody hell?!" William roared as he caught 
hold of Liam, helping him to the car, where he leaned 
him against the fender. "Shit..." he hissed softly trying 
to push down the bile that rose in his throat.
"Are you completely starkers?" Gator turned on Buster 
his eyes flashing with a fury few had seen. "You can 
not do this..." 
"Course he can." William turned from Liam and took 
two steps forward, his voice cold as ice. "Don't you get 
it, Gator? He thinks just because Liam has a rep as a 
trouble maker in this hick town he can shoot him like a 
dog in the street." He took a deep breath his eyes never 
leaving Buster's. "You mad cause he made a fool of 
you? Oh yeah that's right..." he turned back to Liam, 
"...you made a damn fool of yourself."
Herbie raised his gun aiming. "Get out of the way! 
We'll finish Garrigan, then we'll shoot you. Wipe the 
prints and put the gun in his hand. Can ya jus see it? 
Liam Garrigan goes psycho! Kills his gay lover, then 
kills himself---cops arrive too late."
"HELLO!! STILL STANDING HERE!! GONNA 
KILL US ALL?!" Charlie shrieked as he moved to his 
brother's side, trying to check the wound.
"No...you two will keep your mouths shut if ya know 
what's good for ya." Buster simply smiled.
Laughing Liam pushed Will and Charlie away, then 
walked up to Buster. Pressing his chest against the 
barrel of the gun, he spoke low, but certain. "Kill me 
you stupid redneck bastard. Kill me...go ahead if it will 
make you feel better. But, you don't touch Will. You let 
him go home." Sweat dripped down his face with the 
effort to keep standing as more blood seeped from his 
wound.
Buster narrowed his eyes, pushing the gun barrel into 
Liam's chest, shoving him back so hard Liam fell on his 
ass. Looking down at him Buster grinned. "I'm going to 
kill you...you fucking worthless asshole so I don't care 
what you say."
Raising his chin defiantly, Liam looked straight into 
Buster's eyes. "Well...what you waitin' for? An 
invitation."
Buster gritted his teeth and cocked the gun.
Just a few feet away from Liam when he heard the gun 
cock, Will felt a chill in his gut. Suddenly it was like 
one of his nightmares. Liam lying there in the dust 
blood spreading across his chest, and he was to damn 
far away. Everything seemed to slowed as Will 
screamed in fury as running forward, his legs feeling 
like they wouldn't move, like they were mired down in 
the sludge of the bayou. He could hear his heartbeat 
like the ticking of a clock---beat by beat.
"William! NO!" Gator screamed his hand darting 
beneath his jacket as Buster pulled the trigger.
At that split second, William jumped in front of Liam 
the shot hitting him low in the side. William fell to the 
ground unmoving and just as sudden Liam felt every 
nerve firecracker in his body. Every vein in his body 
was pumping ten times harder. Adrenaline, pure and 
true, surged as Liam rose gracefully to his feet as if 
he'd received a second magical wind. Liam ran up to 
Buster, ripping the gun from his hands, and swinging it 
upward the gun butt connecting with Buster's jaw. 
Then he swung the gun down hitting Buster over the 
head.
Herbie raised his gun. "STOP!" He was about to shoot 
when a shot echoed through the night air and he fell to 
the ground screaming in agony, his knee shattered. 
Stepping forward Gator aimed his pistol at Herbie's 
head. "Do you know what a bullet will do to a human 
skull?" Gator questioned coldly. "I'd suggest staying 
down or you will find out by God." Turning he kept 
one eye on Herbie and yelled at Charlie. "Check on 
William." He side stepped Herbie who was still laying 
on the ground clutching his shattered knee, whimper-
ing, and kicked his gun away.
Charlie ran to William, rolling him over carefully, and 
pulling up his shirt. Covering his mouth with his free 
hand, he tried to keep himself from being sick. "Oh, 
god...Jesus no...please god...fucking god." Charlie 
pressed his hand against the ragged wound. "Listen to 
me William a'right? Ya hear? You stay with me."
Hearing every one of Charlie's pleas Liam lost it, 
punching Buster in the gut, then kicked him in the jaw 
when he doubled over. Grabbing a fistful of hair Liam 
pulled Buster over to his car and slammed his face 
against the hood repeatedly and snarled. "I promised 
him...I promised him I would keep him safe you god 
damn bastard! You made a liar out of me!" Liam 
wrapped his arm around Buster's throat and began 
squeezing. 
Charlie's eyes went wide as he yelled at Gator. "Gator 
for gods sake! Don't let him kill him! Stop him! Stop 
him!!"
Moving across the small space Gator holstered his gun 
with one swift move and with a strength that wasn't 
obvious in his slender form he grasped Liam's 
shoulder. 
"Liam! Liam let him go! William needs you now..." his 
voice softened, "...William needs you. Let the State 
Patrol take care of this fucker." He glanced over his 
shoulder to where Charlie was desperately applying 
pressure to the wound in William's side.
William coughed, blood welling up on his lips as he 
whimpered in pain. "...li...Liam..." his body shuddered.
Glancing back to Liam, Gator hissed through his teeth. 
"Let him go, Liam. William's calling for you."
He'd nearly suffocated Buster to death, but at the sound 
of Gator's soft plea Liam released the pressure on his 
throat, letting him drop to the ground. His eyes went 
back to their usual soft brown as tears welled in them. 
Turning from Buster he ran to Will's side, bending 
down. "Charlie move your hand." He whispered. 
Charlie moved his hand and Liam scooped Will up into 
his arms carefully, applying pressure to the wound. He 
leaned over Will murmuring softly in his ear as he 
struggled to get his keys from his pocket. Tossing them 
to Charlie, he headed for the car. 
"It's okay baby...I got you...I got you. Everything's 
gonna be okay." Tears cascaded down Liam's face as 
he walked as fast as he could without risking further 
injury to Will. "We're gonna get you to a hospital and 
everything is going to be fine."
Charlie tossed Gator his truck keys. "Drive that back 
into town. Call the next town over, their police. Tell 
them everything and have them pick up those two 
scumbags. Maybe tie them up if you want---rope is in 
the back."
"Done, Charles. You take care of them." Gator gave a 
slight nod of his head as he pulled out his cell.
Getting in the back seat Liam clung to William and 
Charlie was in the driver's seat, a heartbeat behind 
them. A few seconds later the engine roared to life and 
the car surged forward. The jerk caused Will to gasp, 
his eyes fluttering open, glazed with shock. 
"...liam..." he moaned as the pain in his side flared up 
into his lung like a burning poker. Another cough 
caused his body to spasm and more blood seeped from 
between his lips. 
Liam fought to keep himself together, brushing Will's 
sweaty hair from his face and rocking him gently and 
murmuring repeatedly as the car raced to the hospital. 
"It's okay...shh...its okay baby I'm here. Everything's 
gonna be fine, you'll see. Bet it's just a scratch---you 
know? You're such a drama queen." His throat 
tightened and he coughed hard trying to get his voice 
back, but even then it was strained and broken.
"You'll see Will. Everything is gonna be all right. I love 
you so much. I won't let anything happen to you. I'm 
gonna make it all better."
Swallowing back the urge to cry as well Charlie 
concentrated on getting his brother and his lover to the 
hospital. He broke every speeding law in fifty states, 
but there were no cops to pull him over---or shoot him. 
Angered and enraged he pushed the gas pedal harder.
"...shot...you..." Will's voice was barely audible above 
the roaring engine. His eyes were unfocused and Liam's 
face was a blur above him as he was cradled close in 
warm arms. "...you...okay?" Another round of coughing 
ripped through his body and he cried out in pain, not 
much louder than a mewing kitten. "...i...i'm cold..."
"Shhh...don't talk save your energy just don't talk." 
Liam sobbed softly. "I'm fine...just fine. Buster's a shit 
shot." Liam called to his brother in the front seat. "Go 
faster!!"
"I can't I'm going as fast I can! I swear to god Liam!" 
Charlie exclaimed as he turned a corner to thankfully 
see the hospital. Thanking god above he drove over the 
sidewalk and right up to the ER doors, and jerked the 
car to a stop. Jumping out Charlie opened the car door 
for his brother.
Carefully as he could Liam slid out and ran toward the 
doors. As they slid open Liam ran in and straight for 
the desk. "I NEED SOMEBODY NOW!!"
Suddenly people surrounded him and voices filled the 
air. 
"Son...son! What the hell happened?" A tall man with 
dark grey streaked hair tried to get Liam's attention as 
two orderlies ran up with a gurney. 
"He's in shock!" Another voice cut through the air. 
"No shit! Damn he's got a gunshot wound too...in his 
shoulder." 
A flurry of activity surrounded them as the orderlies 
eased William from Liam's arms, lying him on the 
gurney. 
"It's okay we'll take care of him." A young nurse took 
Liam's arm guiding him along the floor to the examine 
room. "You're hurt, too." 
The dark-haired man reappeared in front of Liam as the 
nurse coaxed him to set on the gurney. "Son...listen to 
me...can you tell me your name?" A warm gentle hand 
tugged Liam's head up, a bright light flashing in his 
eyes.
"Name..." Liam whispered. "I have a name. Liam... 
Liam Garrigan. Where's Will? I need to be with Will. 
Will needs me...I've always been there for Will... 
always. He needs me to protect him. I have to go to 
him. Where is he?" Liam moved as if to stand.
"Sit down, Liam." The man gently pushed Liam down. 
"Will is that your friend? The young man you brought 
in with you? They're taking him into surgery---okay?" 
His voice softened as the nurse began cutting away 
Liam's shirt. "Listen to me. You've been shot son, 
you've lost a lot of blood, and you're in shock. What I 
need you to do is lay back."
Liam shook his head, grabbing a handful of the 
doctor's coat. "More than a friend...more. Can't stay 
here...have to go to Will. He gets scared without me. 
He's afraid of monsters. I have to keep him safe. Beat 
up the bullies for him...be his hero. I'm his hero. It's 
just a scratch...on my shoulder...just a scratch Band-
Aid...a Band-Aid should do me."
"Liam...son you can't go into the OR with him." He 
glanced at the nurse over his shoulder and she nodded 
back. "Now listen carefully I'm Dr. Wright and my 
colleague Dr. Matheson is with your Will, okay? He's a 
wonderful doctor and your Will is in very capable 
hands. Now we have to take care of you. You have to 
be taken care of so you're the first thing Will sees when 
he wakes up." He pressed Liam back against the thin 
mattress. 
"You're going to need more than a Band-Aid on that 
son. This is Joyce...she's my right hand lady. She's 
going to give you a little shot, okay?"
"I think me and Will have had enough shots today 
doc...tor..." Liam turned his blurring eyes on Joyce. 
"Do you have, Will? I need, Will."
"Will's being taking care of sweetie." Joyce smiled 
down at him as the doctor and another nurse lifted his 
legs up on the gurney. "Now be a nice boy for me and 
let me give you this shot. Then I'm going to start an IV. 
We're going to fix you right up and then you can go see 
Will, okay?"
"Okay..." Liam hummed out. "As long as you take me 
to Will." His eyes started drifting shut. "I still don't 
understand all this fuss over a scratch. Doctors sure are 
paranoid..."
TBC