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Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny Tremain.


Warnings: Yaoi/Slash/Shounen-ai, (though that ain't much of a warning) Violence and Abuse in later chapters. Lime in this chapter!


Dear Journal

Written by:



Fic Type: Multiple chapter story with some Songs stuck in.

Rating: Rated T

Dedication: Rikusgurl, Yaoi Rox Me Sox, and Peaches

Pairing: Johnny x Rab




Blah - Emphasis, Dream, or Flashback


Date: July 2, 2004

Rab Cogan

Entry: One


Dear Journal,

It's almost July fourth! I really can't believe it! Almost another year and another anniversary of being a free people, a free nation away from Britain. I've always been fascinated by our declaration of independence. It's so surprising to me that people gave up their lives for what is now taken for granted! Such an enlightenment! Men like Paul Revere, Adams, James Otis...

And Johnny Tremain.

He's not well known, and many people don't even know what he looks like, but he was quite influential. And then, of course, there was Johnny's good friend Rab. The Deja Vu is kind of creepy. Why am I telling you this? Because I'd like to write this stuff down in hopes of someone finding it years from now. Not very likely, but, still a nice thought.

There's a new kid coming to school named Johnny. I look forward to meeting him, though I am concerned about him being a snobby brat that I won't be able to tolerate. But, for some reason, this feeling inside me says that he's not going to be at all like that, rather, my heart tells me that he'll be a nice, kind boy. Though I don't know why my heart says this when I've never met him.

But I feel like I have.

As a relatively popular boy, at least will all the girls, I should be able to get this new boy, Johnny, to fit in quite well. But, first, I'll see tomorrow his performance. It's like a talent show, it happens all the time. It's not in his honor or anything, just, he came at the perfect time. I've always said that you call tell what a person is like by their eyes, and the kind of music they listen to.

Well, I'm gonna head to bed, see ya tomorrow.


Rab's POV


Another long, boring day at school. But I am looking forward to meeting the new student, and from the sounds of the girls around me, they don't like him much. I head over to a group of girls that didn't like him and tapped one on the shoulder, and she turned around, looked at me, and squealed loudly, smiling like a madwoman. I looked at her calmly, in a slouched posture. "You know the new kid?"

"Yeah," she started. "He's really cute. But don't go near 'im, he's a quiet one. I think he's one of those really snobby boys that only talk to certain people. He's such a jerk! I walked up to him and said hi and he just stared at me!"

"And his eyes were so creepy," another girl commented.

"His eyes weren't creepy," a girl who just walked by, said. I knew her, her name was Cilla. She had a crush on me. It wasn't mutual, but I wasn't going to tell her that. "He looked really sad, Rab. And his eyes seemed almost empty."

"Did you see his arm," a girl shrieked loudly, causing me to flinch. "It's burned horribly!"

"Is it that bad," I asked, curious. She nodded. "Do you know where I can find him?" She nodded in the direction of the old Sakura tree, and I looked over. I saw him, and felt my head begin to hurt. He looked up at me, and I saw his hurting sapphire eyes and the loneliness in them as they bored into mine. His own eyes widened, and he suddenly began clutching his head as well, stumbling slightly. I saw images flash through my mind's eye at a rapid speed.

I'm hugging someone...?

I'm crying into someone's neck...?

What the...?

"Remember that Johnny, you have my heart in your hands, and no on else can take it from you because you're the only one I'd entrust it to."

"May you remember that I am always yours Johnny, I fight this fight for you, and you alone."


And the world started spinning.


The next time I woke up, it was lunch period. I didn't understand what happened and why my head hurt so much. People were standing around me, but that set of cerulean eyes that entranced me before stood out from the rest. "Rab? Are you alright?" A random girl asked me. I nodded and struggled to get up, but failed as my head began hurting again.

"Here," said a soft voice, "Take these. They should help." I nodded and took them.

"Thank you."

"That was so strange, I stared at you and then I felt like I was falling," he commented softly, voice laced with a bit of fear. My vision began slowly to clear, and I looked at to the boy. Indeed, there was fear in his eyes. "Oh, and by the way," he continued in that small voice, "My name is Johnny. Johnny Wolfe. I'm new, as you know."

"Hi," I said, reaching out a hand to shake his. Then I realized something as he looked away shamefully from me. "Oh, your arm?"

"No, don't worry about it," he said, voice shaking slightly. He reached a hand out, his burned one, and shook my hand. He was wearing long sleeves, so most of the burns were hidden. but if the burns on his hand were any indication, he had been burned rather badly. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Maybe I'll see you around?"


"Cool. See ya later at the tryouts for the talent show," he said softly.

How did he know I was trying out?


I was in a haze. The day just seemed to pass by until the time of the performances. A few were good, most were bad, some were so strange that I was left befuddled at the end when I was trying to figure out the point of it all. But perhaps the solution to my problems were that they did have one, I just wasn't trying enough. My mind was in other places, I was looking for him. He said he'd be here, but so far, no sign of him. I was on the edge with nervousness.

But then I saw him, and I felt my heart break.

He seemed even more depressed, and a sad look was plastered on his face. His eyes were shadowed and dark with his anger, his sadness? What did it mean? His hands were shoved in his pockets, and his shoulders slouched with fatigue. He looked at me, and I saw his eyes brighten slightly, as he walked over to sit down. But he paused in the middle of his step, unsure. He looked at me questioningly, and I nodded my consent even though it didn't seem necesarry.

He walked over to me and smiled an almost unnoticable smile, though pain remained in the shadows of his eyes. I smiled back at him. "Did I miss anything good," he asked.

"Not on your life."

"Really? That bad?"

"You'd be amazed."

"Alright," he said calmly.

"Johnny," I asked.


"...Did you pass out too?"


"Why didn't you tell me?"

"... I didn't want you to worry."

"Next time, god forbid, tell me, okay?"

He looked at me, then nodded.

"Johnny Wolfe!" Johnny stood up. "You're up! Stage! Now! Rab!"

I nodded and stood up. "You two picked the same song, you're performing it together. Any complaints?" We both declined our heads. "Good! Here's who sings what!" She handed us a sheet, as we both looked it over. Johnny looked at it and I leaned over his shoulder to see it properly, and I noticed that Johnny was blushing. When we were done looking over the sheet, we nodded and climbed to the stage.

Chances are, that if I hand sung this alone, I wouldn't have been here, ever. I can't sing alone, just in a group or with more than just me singing.

But I began to sing nonetheless.

"Well she seemed alright by dawn's early light,
Though she looked a 'lil worried and weak.
She tried to pretend he wasn't drinking again,
But Daddy left the proof on her cheek."

Johnny sung next, and I held my breath.

"And I was only eight years old that summer,
And I always seemed to be in the way.
So I took myself down to the fair in town,
On Independence Day... "

Johnny's voice was melodic and soft enough when he spoke, but when he sang, it was like listening to an angel.

I continued the song.

"Well, word gets around in a small, small town,
They said he was a dangerous man.
But Momma was proud, and she stood her ground,
She knew she was on the losin' end."

Johnny then sung a larger part, including the chorus because my voice couldn't, probably, hit as high as his.

"Some folks whispered, some folks talked,
But everybody looked the other way...
And when time ran out there was no one about,
On Independence Day...

"Let freedom ring!
Let the white dove sing,
Let the whole world know that today is the day of a reckoning...!
Let the weak be strong,
Let the right be wrong.
Roll the stone away,
Let the guilty pay,
It's Independence Day..."

Johnny's voice continued to amaze me, and I almost forgot to sing.

"Well, she lit up the sky that Fourth of July,
By the time that the firemen come,
They just put out the flames and took down some names,
And sent me to the county home."

Johnny and I both sang the rest of the song

"Now I ain't sayin' it's right, or it's wrong,
But maybe it's the only way...!
Talk about your revolution,
It's Independence Day...

"Let freedom ring!
Let the white dove sing,
Let the whole world know that today is the day of a reckoning...!
Let the weak be strong,
Let the right be wrong.
Roll the stone away,
Let the guilty pay,
It's Independence Day...

"Roll the stone away...

"It's Independence Day..."

As the song ended, a stunned look came upon the teacher's face, along with a few other teachers that had come to see who was singing. I looked over to Johnny, who was blushing madly, looking down at his feet. I could've sworn that he had said: 'Hide me', but I brushed the thought off. The teachers were gaping at us both. "What? ... What?"

"How-? You-! What-? My god, where did you two learn to sing like that?"

"Like what," we asked in unison.

"Like... Amazing!" I cocked an eyebrow.

"I don't know about Johnny, but I've never had any sort of lessons. Have you, Johnny?"



"Wow, that's some raw talent."

"Bell," Johnny said, the bell ringing exactly after he said so.

"How did you know that?" I asked.

"Sixth sense, AKA, a watch."

"Ahh..." I blushed scarlet.

"Don't worry 'bout it. See ya 'round, Rab?"

"Sure, I'll see you later."

"'Morrow at lunch?"

"I got'cha covered."



Dear Journal,

Today, phew! What a day! All that happened, can't remember it if someone held a gun to my head. The only thing I really remember is the strange dream I had when I was out cold. Just the mere thought of it makes me blush madly.

X Lime! X

I was shirtless, in a bedroom, with someone writhing under me. Sweat covered both our bodies. I dipped my head down slowly as my tongue protruded from my mouth and because licking a firm chest. And of course, scare of my life, it was indeed, not a girl. But that did not seem to waver the dream me, as I continued my doings.

I sent butterfly kisses over a soft jaw, on the junction between the neck, nibbling lightly, then back down to that firm chest. I bent my head and gave a pink protruding nub an experimental lick apparently satisfied with the response. A whimper, sounding more so like a moan. I licked around the nub, then nibbled on it in a way that caused the body beneath me to buck upwards, giving me sensations that were unfamiliar to me but extremely enjoyful.

"Please Rab... Please..." A voice whispered, it's host's face hidden from my view.

"Patience, Little One."

I lowered my tongue onto the boy's waistline, my hands massaging hips not that farther lower. I licked right at the waistline, sometimes I'd dare a little lower, but never did I fill the boy's silent plea. An impatient groan was heard as I brought my head back upwards to the boy's neck, licking it, and leaving hickey marks in some places. "Stop with the torture Rab, please, more!"

I mumbled unintelligently, then murmured something I could make out.

"Mine." I then bit the person's neck, seemingly painfully so, and he jumped under me and tangled his hands into my hair. "Only mine." The hands tangled further into my hair, and the boy whimpered.

"Please... Please...! Go there...!"

"Are you sure, Little One? If we go further, there's no saying that I'll be able to stop, even if you ask me to."

"I don't care...! I need you now...!" I nodded and shifted myself over him, and getting ready I kissed him and did the deed. I felt tears through the kiss, he had yelped, and I waited.

There was no turning back.

X End Lime! X

I blushed wildly, face livid with the color of many different shades of red. But I continued my journal entry.


Anyway, that's not the point. I guess, all in all, it was the most interesting day I've had in about ten months. Well, I can't stand just writing here, I guess I'll go to bed. See ya, tomorrow! Wait a sec, did I say I was meeting Johnny tomorrow for lunch? I almost forgot. Okay Rab, breathe dear boy, breathe. Okay, no big deal. Calm down... Okay, I'm better. See ya "'morrow!"


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