wanted most - tracob

thirty one

Jacob's heart felt as if it could bust into a tiny million pieces all over the sitting room in the magistrates court. He moved to run towards the sobbing boy, because he had to know, but his mother caught his shirt as well as already having a grip on his wrist, "Wait and see if they notice you Jacob, you aren't supposed to be here."

"But-" Jacob spluttered desperately, his throat feeling as if it was closing up. "He's crying!"

"I know..." she said softly. "We'll just have to see. I'm sorry."

Jacob stared as hard as he could at the sobbing boy, wanting to just yell out his name. But if Troye looked, the guards would look, and it couldn't be found out that Jacob was there. Laurelle was too preoccupied with following the guards to pay any attention elsewhere, and the guards on both side of Troye blocked Troye from view once they were directly across the room from Jacob and Carrie. And then much to Jacob's dismay, they were walking out of the magistrate's court house, and Laurelle hurried out after them.

"They couldn't have..." Jacob croaked.

Agent Murs was flipping through a folder, his brow furrowed, as he walked out from the hall, and Jacob would have rushed him as well if it weren't for his mother's hands holding onto him, "Shh..."

Olly left the building as well, and then Jacob was rushing out as well, pulling free from his mother's hands, "I told him I would be outside. He probably looked for me outside and I wasn't there!"

The camera crews were already leaving, proving that Troye was already gone as well. Jacob stood at the top of the steps, feeling all hope drain completely from his body. They hadn't gotten Troye house arrest. He just knew it. Troye had been so scared, and Jacob had almost completely promised him that he would be okay and wouldn't have to go to jail. Yet, he'd failed Troye, he'd basically lied right to Troye's face like he actually knew what the hell he was talking about.

"Jacob," his mother said gently, taking him by the crook of his good arm. "C'mon. We can go to the bureau and you can find Agent Murs."

"Did they have him in handcuffs?" Jacob wheezed.

"Um..." she sucked in a deep breath. "Yeah. Yeah, I think they did. Behind his back. I saw them when they went out of the building."

And Jacob cracked slightly, "Damn it..."

His mother put a hand on his lower back, carefully leading him away from the cameras and back towards the car, "I know."

Jacob allowed Carrie to lead him across the streets, his legs basically refusing to work. When they reached the car, he shakily slipped into the passenger seat. In the front floorboard, since Laurelle had earlier been in the passenger seat, was Troye's bag of clothes, and on the top of the pile was the stuffed egg Jacob had gotten him.

Carrie climbed into the car, glancing over at Jacob as he pulled the stuffed egg from the bag with trembling hands. He stared at the egg in his shaking hands for a few moments, and then he felt himself crumbling completely, "I lied to my Shakira..."

"You didn't," his mother reached over and touched his trembling hands. "You didn't do anything, you told him it would be alright, and it's going to be. You said that no matter what happened that it was going to be okay."

"I can't know that," Jacob sniffled, pressing his face into the stuffed toy. It'd been quite some time since he'd cried in front of his mother, but he couldn't even be bothered by it. "If I can't see him in prison-"

"You don't even know that he is going to prison," Carrie started the vehicle, quickly backing it out of the space. "But we're going to find out."

Jacob sat clutching onto the stuffed toy in his hands as his mother drove, "If he has to go to prison I can't keep them from hurting him... what if they hurt him, I-"