Title:  Betrayed
Author:  deathstar
Pairing:  Tommy Gavin & Johnny Gavin
Rating:  PG-13
A/N:  Spoilers for season 3 season premiere

Tommy doesn’t tell Johnny when he knows; it comes in the form of a knock at the door, and then suddenly he’s thrust up against the wall by his brother so hard his head knocks back into the plaster with a crack.

“How dare you,” Tommy hisses, over and over again through gritted teeth. “How dare you, how dare you, how dare you,” punctuating each with a violent shake. Johnny doesn’t fight back, just squirms desperately to free himself, turning his head near off his shoulders trying to escape Tommy’s snarling mouth. He can smell the alcohol and cigarettes on his breath.

“Tom, let go of me, Tom, I can explain–“

“Don’t fucking call me Tom, you worthless piece of shit!” He roars, slamming Johnny’s head back once more so he sees stars. “I loved her, do you hear me? I still love her, love her so much, and you’re fucking her, you fucking... I should kill you right now. I should snap your skinny neck. You don’t deserve to live.”

Johnny groans and pushes against his older brother again, but Tommy’s taller and stronger than he is, and won’t budge. “Tommy, listen to me,” he begs. This isn’t like him. Ordinarily, he’d have fought back, but this isn’t ordinary; something’s stopping him, has paralyzed him. A right hook catches him hard in the jaw and he’s down like a ton of bricks.

Johnny wipes his bloodied lip on the back of his hand, and looks up at him. Tommy’s eyes are burning with rage and hurt and betrayal.

“You still love her?” he says, almost accusingly. “After what she did to you? Asked to be taken back in, then blames you for Connor, and walks out on you? What would it take for you to hate the bitch, huh?”

And then he’s being pinned to the floor, held to the wood with a knee pressed against his hip and his wrists pinned above his head.

“You betrayed me,” Tommy chokes out, his voice shaking with hatred.

“I guess that’s how Jimmy felt,” Johnny spits. “Your cousin. Your best friend!”


Your cousin. Your best friend.


It’s the wording that catches him off guard, and for a several moments a look of utter horror overcomes Tommy’s face, a look like some terrible secret has just been uncovered. But it fades suddenly, and he grabs Johnny’s jaw in one hand just like Jimmy’s ghost did to him in the doctor’s office that day.

“And you were my baby brother,” he says lowly. Johnny exhales a sharp breath when Tommy releases him, and slowly rolls over to hold his face in pain. The last thing he hears is his brother’s shoes as they stalk away, and the slam of the door.

He’s gone.