A/N- Okay this story is differnt that most. This one deals with a serious subject. If you don't like real serious stuff, don't bother reading this. This story comes from DQMW's fic and the movie Selma, Lord Selma. Also thanks has to go out to DQMW for her help in getting the real story of Jonathan Dainels and Arcadia for of course Betaing and the chatper title of this. Now, if you still wanna read this story, go ahead.

Disclaimer-Still not mine! But Arcadia and I have a plan...Mo and DC are in on it too...We're gonna go to Canada, and talk to Disney if that doesn't work, we'll grab the boys and run. Then technically they still won't be ours........Thomas Kelly is the only exception to this!

Sticks and Stones

Chapter 1- Jamie's Stand

Sticks and stones
may break my bones
but words will never hurt me.

The children's nursery rhyme played its self in Hank Beecham's mind ever since he could remember. Even back then, he knew how wrong it was. Words hurt a lot, and left deep scars. The movie was making him extremely uneasy. Selma, Lord Selma, about Selma Alabama and the trouble it went through in the 60's, was being shown in honor of black history month. For Hank however, it was just a painful reminder that that type of racism would never disappear completely, and he experienced it frequently. Jamie Waite, who sat to his side was watching the movie intently. The look in his eyes, Hank couldn't even begin to describe, it was like some deep pain had somehow been unearthed. For three days they had been watching this movie, finally it was over. The teacher shut off the VCR and turned to the class.

"That's how it use to be back then class. " She sighed sadly.

"That's not how Jonathan Daniels died." Jamie called out. The teacher sent him a dirty look and before he could continue, the bell rang. Jamie gathered his belongs and stormed from the room, Hank hurried to catch up with him.

"How did the priest die?" Hank asked curiously. Jamie seemed to start with the realization that Hank was walking beside him.

"His name was Jonathan Myrick Daniels, and are you sure you want to know?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't." Hank replied somewhat temperamentally.

"He was walking into a store with another priest and two black friends. They were met at the door by a man with a shotgun who told them to leave or be shot. After a brief confrontation, he aimed the gun at a young girl in the party, Jonathan Daniels pushed her out of the way and took the bullet himself."

"How do you know that?" Hank asked.

"I know all about that."

"Why?" Jamie shrugged.

"I don't know, I just do. Everything was so...messed up back then."

"You can say that again." Hank muttered.

"Well, if you ask me," Thomas Kelly, a fairly new student for Mississippi began, "That priest got what he had coming to him."

"What do you mean?!" Hank exclaimed. "He was murdered in cold blood!"

"Crossing over to the wrong side." He said, pointedly giving Hank a disdainful look. "People should stay with there own kind!"

"Its that bigoted thinking that got the priest and many other people killed!" Jamie replied hotly, stepping between Thomas and Hank.

"Sounds like your taking his side...." Thomas began, his voice going dangerous.

"I am." Jamie replied, his voice just as deadly.

"You should stay with your own kind James."

"Hank is my kind." Jamie replied with a snarl, grasping Hank's arm he began yanking him down the hallway. Just loudly enough for Hank and Jamie to hear, Thomas called something out. Hank felt the pain rip through him at another name and Jamie froze, the anger blazing in his eyes was almost frightening.

"See James, that's all he'll ever be." Taking several long strides forward Jamie advanced on him.

"You ever say anything like that about him again, I swear to God you'll regret it." Hank knew the look in Jamie's eyes, it was the one he got right before he was about to rip into somebody. He hurried forward and grabbed his arm.

"Come on Jamie, its not worth wasting your breath. He'll never know me, not who I really am." Jamie looked over and Hank, and began to walk away with him.

"You might want to rethink your decision James! We wouldn't want you to have an unfortunate incident like that poor priest!" Thomas sneered as Jamie and Hank rounded the corner.


Val Lanier and Caitie Roth were standing outside chatting. "Hey girls!" Tyler Connell called as he headed over. Val immediately perked up.

"Its superboy!" Caitie muttered under her breath. Her remark earned her an elbow to the ribs from Val.

"So did you guys finish Selma, Lord Selma yet?" Tyler asked.

"Yeah, that movie is so sad!" Val exclaimed.

"Well, you know its all true." Caitie replied.

"Yeah all-" Tyler cut himself off, staring just over Val's shoulder. Val turned to see what he was staring at, as did Caitie. Hank and Jamie had come out of the school, Jamie wildly motioning with his hands and Hank seemed to be trying to calm him down.

"Geez, it looks like Jamie's having a temper tantrum." Val said with a small smile. Caitie shot her a glare. Suddenly Jamie lashed out and kicked the stairs to the school, and even from their distance, they could tell he kicked it hard. Val's smile vanished.

"Oh man, I think its more than a temper tantrum Val!" Tyler said. "Something is very wrong." The trio quickly made their way over, getting closer they could begin to pick up the conversation.

"Well, I've gotten use to it Jamie." Hank said

"No! You shouldn't have to!" Jamie exclaimed, kicking the stairs again.

"Jamie calm down!" Jamie didn't turn to look at Hank but stopped kicking the stairs. "Thank you for what you did." Jamie turned to look at him then.

"Did you think I wouldn't!? I meant everything I said!" Hank couldn't but help and the sincerity in his eyes.

"Thanks, that means a lot." Hank's face darkened. "You should be careful around Thomas."

"Thomas Kelly?" Tyler asked, making their presence known.

"Yes." Hank replied.

"That guy is nuts!" Val exclaimed.

"You can say that again." Jamie muttered.

"What happened?" Caitie asked softly.

"He had a little encounter with Thomas after History." Hank replied.

"What happened?" Tyler asked uneasily.

"I'll tell you what happened!" Jamie spat. "First, he told us that Jonathan Daniels deserved to die because he didn't stay with 'his own kind' So I told him that was the kind of bigoted thinking that made that priest and others die!" Hank picked up where Jamie left off.

"He then told Jamie when he stuck up for me, and I quote 'you should stay with your own kind James'." Hank took a breath

"So I told him Hank was my kind." Jamie put in. "He called Hank a name, I turned around ready to beat the hell out of him."

"I stopped him, and then Thomas threatened Jamie." Caitie's eyes grew wide.

"Jamie, be careful that guy is a maniac!"

"Caitie's right Jamie, you should stay away from him. You two Hank."

"Not a problem." Hank replied. Jamie's eyes were still ablaze with anger, but he nodded.

"Come on, we should go, we're on in a few minutes." Val said gently. Biding Caitie good-bye, the four headed off in the direction of the station.


Val's younger sister Brooke was waiting for them when they got there.
"Hey Jamie, someone left this for you." She said handing him a small box. Hank quickly went to see what it was.

"Don't open it." He warned.

"I wasn't planning on it." Jamie replied, depositing it in the trash as they walked in. Brooke looked surprised, but Val's look clearly told her she'd explain later. Jamie stalked around the common room.

"Jamie!" Alex barked. He turned to look at him and it was clear Alex was surprised by Jamie's anger.


"You have a personal phone call! Your not suppose to have personal phone calls!" Jamie sighed and walked in. He knew what was coming, he also knew if he didn't answer now, the calls would keep coming. Picking up the phone he sighed.


"Hello James," The voice spat. "I see you didn't take my advice. I sincerely hope an accident doesn't become of you." With a crackling laugh, the line went dead.

"That was him wasn't it!" Hank demanded from behind him.

"Yeah, it was."

"Jamie, you should report this or something!"

"What's going on." Alex demanded. The tone of his voice left no room for arguments.

"Jamie's being threatened by-"

"Some bigoted kid who doesn't like the fact that I would rather spend time with Hank than him." Jamie spat. "Or that I think-"

"Okay calm down Jamie!" Alex demanded. Hank closed his eyes for a moment, when reopened them he saw Jamie had slumped into a chair, all fight seemingly have left him.

"I'm sorry." Jamie murmured.

"Don't be sorry." Hank replied.

"Go lay down Jamie." Alex said, watching in concern as the temper driven young man crashed in front of his eyes. Without argument Jamie left. "Want to explain that?" Alex asked in a way that Hank knew he expected an answer, and a good one at that.

"We we're watching Selma, Lord Selma in school. We'll Jamie told me how Jonathan Daniels really died, and this kid we go to school with said that he though he got what he deserved. He said something about staying with your own kind. Jamie jumped to my defense saying I was his kind. As we were walking away a derogatory comment was made about me and Jamie nearly lost it. And more or less it was said that he had better watch out, they wouldn't want him to wind up like Jonathan Daniels." Hank paused.

"What Hank?" Alex asked, noticing the thoughtful look on his face.

"I've never seen Jamie fight so hard for anything." Alex smiled thoughtfully.

"I guess we found the thing he cares enough to fight for." There was the unmistakable sound of glass being shattered and Brooke's scream.........

What happened? Did someone throw a brick through the window? Throw a rock? or is it something else? Was anyone hurt and will Thomas carry through on his threat?