Hello all!

Been a while since I have written a Red Velvet Pancake story! Getting a little psycho Oliver in there is just awesome since I've been missing him will be a few parts long.

Enjoy and comment!

All was quiet at the little mountain house the two men had only just begun to call their home. It was night and the snow was falling gently, as it had been though all of the previous night and the day. It was deep, but James had seen it worse before. He couldn't say if Matthew had but probably, as they both came from the north. Maybe, if he got the chance he could ask him. The little small, insignificant things like that kept popping into his head as they sat huddled together.

Matthew was pulled close to James' side, all but deathly silent. The blanket they were trying to seek warmth and shelter wasn't doing much but James' was just thankful it was doing it's current job. He leaned over and kissed Matthew's forehead causing him to stir and look up wearily at him. The young boy looked so pale.

"Can we go inside? P-please... " He whispered, James could barely hear him. He sighed and shook his head.

"No, we have to wait a little longer. Can you do that for me, eh?"

Matthew shivered, "I-I keep g-getting colder... " He whispered back.

"Shit." James muttered but not in frustration or annoyance, it was out of worry and fear. He shifted a little and laid Matthew across his lap. "Let me see, are you keep pressure on it? C'mon, move your hand. Matt... I'll have to see it evenut-Oh God... " James held his breath, staring down at his wounded boyfriend.

He had a deep stab wound to the left side of his chest, it went in and up several inches. It was small, the blade had only been a dagger of modest width but it was enough. The way Matthew kept coughing up blood, James was sure a lung had been punctured, if not an organ close by. He needed to get in and get him the medical attention he needed to survive. James would have to do it himself, the nearest hospital was hours away. His secluded home was high up in the mountains. Damn if it wasn't secluded for a reason but that hadn't stopped this from happening. He needed to get Matthew inside. Now.

The only thing stopping him was that the would be murderer was still on his property. Currently in the house he needed to get back to.

He pressed his hand against the wound and held him close, "Just hang in there a bit longer. I'll get the bastard, I promise, but you gotta stay alive. Do that and I'll make you all the hot chocolate you could ever drink, got it?" James whispered, not able to hide the pleading whine in his voice. He needed Matthew to live through this, he'd never needed anyone as much as he needed Matthew.

Matthew panted but smiled, "I-it's a deal... " He wheezed. James wanted to cry from his shot nerves and kissed Matthew heatedly for the that response. He was going to be just fine, as soon as he could get him inside.

Suddenly a door slammed making both boys jump. Matthew covered his mouth so as not to scream from the pain and James instinctively grabbed for his hockey stick. Which wasn't there as he had been too worried about Matthew to even think about grabbing it before they ran. He was defenseless.

"Oh boys~!" A sickly sweet voice rang out over the grounds. James heard footsteps on the stairs and then the crunch of snow. "Goodness golly, you know you can't hide from me! This blood trail in the snow is very revealing. How is poor little Matthew?"

James growled as the man grew closer.

"I've baked you both something so wonderful, I was hoping you'd be so kind as to come out and try it! Come on, you Canadians are always so shy! Let's go~!" He laughed. James had to do some quick thinking or else this bad situation was going to go to much worse.

"Play dead, Matt. Play dead right now." He whispered frantically.

"W-what?"

"Just do it! Play dead! Now!" He urged, holding him tight. "Play dead and play along, don't undie until I tell you. Do it, now!" He commanded, panicking as the footsteps were mere feet from their hiding spot. Matthew took the hint and went limp in James' arms just as soon as the blanket was ripped away from them.

"There you are, my pets-"

"MATTHEW, NO! No no no no no no!" James cried, stroking his hair, frantically checking him over. He checked for a pulse, shuddering as he felt how weak it really was and then let his shoulders fall. "Y-you can't be...you can't be gone. Don't be gone...c'mon, don't be dead, just don't be dead." He whispered before looking up to the person standing over them.

And he growled again, real tears in his eyes. Angry tears.

He wanted to smash that sick smile right off Oliver's face.

"Oh no...oh no that just won't do! He died far too easily! One stab wound? Just one? Hear I was hoping it would take several. James, I'm so disappointed in you! Falling in love with such a weakling. Oh well, I suppose you can just start afresh now! I'll take this trash from you!" Oliver smiled, grabbing Matthew roughly by the collar. He yanked him away from James so fast, the angry Canadian didn't have time to pull him back. But hanging there in Oliver's grasp, Matthew stayed limp, playing along.

James hoped to God he hadn't actually died.

"Give him back, fucker! He's already dead, you've done what you came here to do, give him back to me!" James spat, taking a few steps towards Oliver. The other produced a dagger so fast, James froze, watching it flash up to Matthew's neck.

"I'm not done, poppet! Perhaps I will spill the rest of his blood right here on the snow. No... that's too generous. I have a better idea, I told you I baked something! It will grow colder the longer we stand out her talking!" Oliver smiled, lowering the knife and turning to drag Matthew towards the house. James snapped into action.

"The hell you're not! Let him g-"

The butt end of the handle on the dagger came down with such force onto James' head, his whole world spun out from underneath him. He landed in the snow with a hard grunt and was unconscious in just a few seconds. Oliver smiled in triumph and grabbed his collar too.

"Now, as I was saying lads! Let's go in and get some of the fresh pancakes I made for you both!"