Why do I do this? Why can't I just finish one story before I jump to the next?! Why, oh why?! Anyway, this is a story I thought of a while back with Lightning/Francesco. I ship these two like FedEx and I wanted to hear what you guys thought of this story that I had so far. You guys want to hear more or do you just want me to keep locked in my own personal archive?

Anyway, here it is: Tia Amo

Tia Amo

A blank white ceiling was the first thing that greeted Francesco as he became aware of the world that he woke up in. He slowly opened up his eyes and blinked several times to adjust to the light. He groaned as he ran his hand through his currently messy brown hair. His head was killing him and his body felt like he had been beat by a bat.

"Merda," he whispered, "Cosa diavolo รจ successo la notte scorsa?"

"Lightning?" Francesco groggily spoke, "What-a did we-a do last night-a?"

Only to hear no response.

"Lightning?" Francesco reached over to feel Lightning's side of bed, only to discover it completely empty.

Francesco opened his deep brown eyes to see not only Lightning's side of bed empty, but comply disarray. As he looked closer at the mess, wondering where on earth his love could be, he noticed some bright red drops on the sheets.

"Che cosa?" Francesco said softly as he inspected the red drops, "is that-a?"

"BLOOD?!"

Forgetting the pains of the night before, Francesco jumped up in a frantic search for his blond, blue eyed beauty, with his worried sick, hungover mind going a mile a minute.

'Where could he be?! Was he kidnapped? Was there a home invasion and someone took his love away from him? That would explain why he felt so horrid and beat, but why was there blood on the bed? Oh God, was Lightning hurt?! Did the kidnappers hurt him? What would they want with him? Did they kidnap him for ransom, or worse? Was he kidnapped for sex trafficking?! That's it isn't it! He's going to be sold to the highest bidding pervert in Beijing or Mexico City. He's probably being raped at this very moment!' Francesco had come to the conclusion as he ran through the apartment.

"Nonononononono, oh Dio, per favore no! Francesco prayed as he searched all throughout the apartment.

He ran into the kitchen, only to find everything as spick and span as it was when he last saw it. Everything was nice and neat and organized. Nothing was out of place or strewn everywhere like it would be if an home invasion had occurred. There was no ransom note on the table or anything. He poked his head around the corner into the hallway to the right of the kitchen and saw that the front door was very much locked and intact.

Okay, so maybe there wasn't a home invasion resulting in the love of his life being sold into sex slavery as an exotic fantasy and getting raped by some old creep with a lust for blond hair and blue eyes. While that was huge relief, it still didn't answer his main concern. Where was his love?

It wasn't until he calmed down thought with a steady mind that he realized he hadn't checked everywhere. The bathrooms.

He retraced his frantic steps back to the master bathroom, he didn't see hide nor hair of Lightning. He checked his closet, nothing. He checked the bathroom across from the kitchen, nada. Checked the small linen closet, zilch.

Now, Francesco was seriously begin to worry. And not his going off the wall worry when something minor happens. Like, "Holy shit, this is really bad and starting to freak me out" worry. Francesco was now getting terrified.

He went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed before sheer panic took over.

"Okay, calm down," Francesco shakingly said. "Just think for a minute."

If he wasn't kidnapped, where was he? Did he go somewhere and simply not tell him? But why? Did he tell anyone else he was planning on going somewhere? Should he call his mama to check? She and Lightning were close and maybe he told her where he was going. Or maybe he should call Doc?

But that was out of the question. Doc frankly hated Francesco and would immediately think he had done something to Lightning and would just be calling him to cover his tracks. When the two went on their first date, Doc practically acted as if he had taken advantage of Lightning when didn't come back when they said they would.

No calling Doc was the last thing he wanted to do, but he wanted to find out where Lightning was more.

In his moment of silent thinking, Francesco heard something very near him.

It almost sounded like whimpering.

Francesco immediately fell to the floor and looked under his bed, the only and only place he didn't look.

Staring back from under neath the darkness of the bed were two teary, blood shot blue eyes.

"Lightning!" Francisco gasped in joy as he immediately reached underneath the bed and pulled Lightning out by the arm. Completely deaf to Lightning's even more frantic crying.

"Lightning! Oh my God, Lightning," Francesco embraced him in a bone crushing hug, "Do you have any idea how worried I was?!"

All the while, Lightning was crying and terrified in Francesco's grasp, and it took a while longer for Francesco to catch on.

"Lightning?" Francesco looked down, finally being able to hear the cries that were coming from his love who he held in his arms.

He expected to see the same blue eyes that he adored looking into day and day out, but what he saw was horrific.

In his lap was Lightning with his arms clenched to his chest. His hair was messy and strung everywhere. His eyes were wide and teary, and scared looking as if he was staring at the devil in the flesh. And his beautiful face was bruised and had a dyed trail of blood from his mouth and nose. Francesco couldn't tell because of his shirt, but Lightning also had bruises on his arms and across his torso and had bruises from his hips down to his shaking knees.

A horrified look immediately swept across Francesco's face as he finally had registered what seemed to have happened.

"Lightning," Francesco said quietly and then again in a sterner voice, "Lightning, who, who did this to you?!"

"Just tell me who done this and Francesco will make sure they never lay another finger on you again!" Francesco tightened the grip around Lightning's already bruised arms.

"Y-" Lightning choked, looking into the eyes of his lover, "You...did..."