A/N: A take on the events in the "Hole" - A plot twist you could call it, Gary x Jimmy. It'll revolve from here on.

Gary Smith was not one to be messed with. That much everyone knew as Gary Smith always got what he wanted. There was no point in expanding that fact, it was simply something he did, something he wielded like a weapon whenever he needed to. It was in his blood. He had been born to rule and to fuck with people's minds and Jimmy knew that the best.

Being pounded to the wall over and over again just reminded him of how much that jerk really messed up this time. Russel was quite dimwitted but he was tougher and stronger and in order to win that, he needed to outsmart him. As he smashed into his body, the second time by then, he thought of a way to avoid things like these from happening there on. What had he got himself into this time? The short boy could only glare as he looked above to the source of all his problems right then. Gary Smith. Gary fucking Smith.

Oh how he itched to just punch him straight through a wall, but that probably wouldn't have been enough. "Does he get off on this?", he wondered as he let his thoughts take a hold of him for just a few seconds, a second too late as the brute inside the cage with him unleashed his fury once again, body slamming into him. Jimmy coughed as he could almost feel his ribs break under the maniac's weight. But that was the wrong word for him, he acted just like an animal; were he to be a maniac, he'd have to have a brain first in order to slowly break his sanity and become one. No, that can only be said by the person who did all of this to him in the first place. The maniac standing above, watching and itching to see him get knocked out or maybe even more.

It then stung him like a hornet that the aching feeling in his chest was not just from his probably broken rib, it was also from the feeling of betrayal. He had nothing against Gary up until now, hell, the guy had been quite a mastermind at playing pranks and getting back at people and Jimmy quite admired that in him. He enjoyed that about him. He never knew what to expect from the guy and that in itself was a thrill and joy. Unfortunately this wasn't exactly what he had in mind after signing up to receive a surprise. Sure, there were times when that guy had been too much of an asshole to bear but he had by then got used to it, just like everybody else had.

He grimaced as he spit out some blood. Limping a bit, he cracked his knuckles and got up again. Seeing Jimmy stand up, Russel took charge for him again, only to be outwitted this time as he slammed directly into the wall, Jimmy avoiding the hit. He had to concentrate now or else he'd be dead meat and nothing of his body could be broken anymore. He smiled spitefully as he took this as a challenge. "Let's get this thing going", with a newly-risen confidence, he tried to bury down his feelings of betrayal and continue fighting, just to prove it, to prove he's better than anyone else there.

"You found out his weakness, haven't you, Jimmy-boy?", with a twisted grin, he clapped his hands making the on-watchers turn to him as if he was some kind of psycho, which he was, but with that in mind, he kept it up. Seeing Jimmy get beaten to a bloody pulp wasn't as enjoyable as it should have been. He had always tried not to get his hands dirty and this was why he arranged this fight. His paranoia got the best of him again, but this time it was probably more than that. He had never turned on someone like this before, and he'd beared a lot from Petey. He needed a change of pace, but this wasn't what he wanted. In fact, he thought as he caught the glimpse in Jimmy's eye as he watched Russel slam into him the second time since the beginning of the evening. He was probably getting the idea by now.

The bloke smirked to himself when his eyes met Jimmy's. No, this was certainly not as enjoyable as it should have been. He dug his nails into his palms as he let out a maniacal laughter. People near him stared at him questioningly, almost frightened at his outburst. This wasn't enjoyable, so he was going to make it enjoyable.

And without a second thought, Gary jumped right into the lion's pit just because he felt like it.

The loud thud coming from the other side of the cage startled both of the boys into looking at the origin of the sound. To their surprise and shock, none other than Gary fucking Smith came up to them. At the sight in front of him, a pounding in his head interrupted Jimmy from any further thoughts.

"Hey, knuckle-head,", the prince gestured towards Russel, to which Russel could only look dumbfoundedly at him in response. "Have you inherited your mum's dimwitted personality and small brain or was she the one who got it from you? Seeing you every single day must have been too much of pain for her until she snapped and could not take it anymore", a low guttural growl escaped Russel's lips, "Yeah, how's that going for you, mongrel? Seeing how she bore such a filthy and lowly child. Why, you're not even a child now, are you, Russel? You're just a dumb little chicken - too scared to let anyone say anything bad or they'll run and cry for mummy", his words cut through the air intesifying the already heavy atmosphere. Once settled down, Russel took charge for the clean-cut boy only to smash directly into the wall. Taking a few moments to regain his composure, however the same cannot be said for Jimmy for as soon as Gary had jumped into the cage he had lost all sense of composure and meaning; he just eerily fell backwards and looked at the scene happening before him.

"I know for the first time in your life your intellectual side has taken a toll on you and you're really just too mindfucked to actually understand what's happening in front of you, Jimmy-boy, but if you don't want to end up being roasted meat, I'd suggest you get up", Gary said smoothly as he dashed to his side to avoid another on-coming slam from Russel. Seeing how his words had not yet reached the mindboggled mess on the floor he added, "And what I mean by standing up is you see - you have these two limbs, they're called legs. I know it's really shocking, James, but they help you get around. You see, I have these, too, and I seem to be handling moving around rather easily compared to you. Or have you really lost all sense of mentality my dear friend? Oh, I could have sworn that one day you'd be too slow to actually start thinking again, has that day come, James? Is your mind really gone?", he chuckled, trailing his speech and approaching the boy.

"FUCK YOU, GARY!", was the only response he received, but it was more than enough. Jimmy Hopkins had regained his sanity once again. It had taken some time to actually process the newly-founded events, but it was definitely worth it as once up, he put two and two together. Gary was actually there, helping him. It had been so unexpected his mind had shut down for a few minutes trying to analyze the situation over and over again. He was going to beat the shit out of Gary for making him go through all of this once he was done with Russel, that's what he decided and focused on the brute standing before them.

The crowd cheered as the situation had developed, not knowing what to expect from the both of them. The jocks and bullies were cheering for Russel, sure that he possessed the strength to beat those two up, whilst the nerds and some preps were actually sure that they both possessed more mental ability to outsmart the giant and others were on neither side. All were watching as if their life depended on it. Fortunately for them, it wasn't their life that depended on the outcome of the fight, but the 3 boys down in the Hole.

"This is what separates men from boys, huh, Gary?", the several smashes Russel had given him earlier were taking their toll on his body now, and he limped around trying to keep going. Gary had registered his words and let out a cackle, "Are you now quoting me, James Hopkins? Make sure you do give proper credit".

It didn't take long before the brute lay writhing in pain, his head wringing and clutching onto it desperately as he almost begged to be left alone. Seeing the end result of the fight, the crowd cheered, gave a round of applause and dissipated, each to their own. The only ones left in the Hole was the big guy and the two half-proclaimed enemies.

"Don't ever mess with anyone ever again unless they ask for it, understood?", Jimmy looked down on Russel and as the brute nodded, he extended his arm to him. The bully took it and quickly got up and left without saying another word.

It had been quite a day, and Jimmy knew that. He let out a sigh and almost let himself fall to the ground in exhaustion when he remembered the reason for his misery was still there. The boy sat upright, leaning against the wall of the Hole. He wore a rather cheeky grin and that just pissed off Jimmy more. He started towards him, ready to engulf him into the fire from his fury but stopped a few steps right in front of him trying to make sense of it all.

"So, Gary saved me, but then he got me into this mess in the first place. What exactly is up with that?", he thought to himself as he could only glare at the piece of shit standing in front of him. "Why?", were the only words that actually came out.

"That's your question, Jimmy-boy? Why? Why is the Earth round? Why do fish swim? Why don't I forget how to breathe sometimes?", he ranted on, "Oh, excuse me - I've already forgotten you sometimes forget to breathe James. Please do accept my apology"

"Why, Gary, just why? Why this? Why all of this? I've never done anything to piss you off, why? And... why did you jump in?", Jimmy shuffled on his feet, feeling as though he was going to smash head first to the ground and quickly kneeled down in front of Gary. "Oh, James, I didn't know you were going to propose to me after all of this!", the prince mocked as he gestured towards Jimmy's action. However, the boy could only swat at his with his fist in protest to that.

"Gary,", he called out, knowing that his name had another meaning to him than before, a meaning he only wished he knew.

"Oh, James, aren't you curious?", Jimmy could only glare at him and give him a shove before he continued, "I don't know". Those words pierced right through everything Jimmy Hopkins ever knew about Gary. That was the first time he had admitted to not knowing something. It was a complete and utter shock. But before he could get over it, the bloke trailed off, "But it wasn't satisfying. Seeing someone else stand there when it should have been me, beating the crap out of you. It just isn't satisfying. If anything, it just reminded me of how much I lust to have you writhe under me, James."

Now that sounded more like the actual Gary, Jimmy thought to himself and shook his head. That guy would probably forever be an enigma, but for now, he wasn't in the mood to get his head around it and think too much. He just wanted a bit of rest and so, he collapsed in front of his probably worst-enemy yet to come without even wanting to. That earned Gary a laugh as he enjoyed seeing the sight of an unconscious half-to-death beaten Jimmy Hopkins. And soon, he knew he'd see him like that because of his actions and not someone else's. Oh, how he longed for the day when the boy in front of him would writhe in agony underneath him. He let his thoughts wander as he felt himself grow drowsier by the minute until he, too, had collapsed.

Had he known of his actions, he would have prevented himself from falling asleep into a hell hole with his worst enemy, but then again, he would have prevented a lot of things had he known the outcome of them, one of them being: letting someone interfere with personal grudges.