Title: The Wrong Hostage
Summary: Garland is unfortunately involved in a store robbery. Things get worse when Kai is shot and Garland is taken hostage! What is Spencer going to do about this?
Pairings: Spencer/Garland, Miguel/Kai
Hinted: Tala/Claude, Bryan/Brooklyn
Warnings: Fluff. Twoshot. Request fic. First attempt at pairing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade…-sobs-

Hey there. This is for ahQIAN who requested a Spencer/Garland fic. It was originally going to be a oneshot, but it most likely going to be a two or three-shot. Anyway, I get to claim the first fic on this pairing! Must update my list of odd pairings on my profile. Enjoy the story!


Garland feels himself staring. He knows he is. He's pretty certain everyone around him knows he is. But he can't help it. It's all Spencer's fault, of course. Him and his new outfit.

He's wearing these army green cargo pants, black steel cap boots, a sleeveless army jacket and underneath that jacket? A black mess top that does absolutely nothing to hide his rock hard chest and his washboard defined abs.

You could grate cheese on those abs!

Or chocolate…Gah! He's been hanging around Tala too long! Stupid, perverted redhead…

However, a blush makes its way to his cheeks when Spencer suddenly glances in his direction, his sea green eyes peering into his very soul. Garland's heart skips a beat when Spencer sends him a small smile and turns his attention back to the battle raging before him.

Taking a deep breath, Garland settles his nerves and turns his attention back to the task at hand. He's supposed to be training. Scratching his cheek with his fingers, he turns his piercing blue eyes towards the three teams of bladers who are training together. The Blitz boys, Barthez Battalion and of course, BEGA.

But as he looks a little closer, he realizes that only a few of them are actually training. The others are merely hanging out or talking. Or in Kai and Miguel's case, acting like newlyweds.

Miguel is sitting at the base of a tree, Kai lying in between his legs, nestling himself against his chest. They are talking quietly to themselves, but every once in a while, they would become bored of talking and start trading kisses instead.

The two have been dating for quiet some time now. Ever since their battle at the world championships, believe it or not. They kept their relationship a secret during the months after the championship and before the Justice Five tournament. But after Kai's famous battle against Brooklyn that almost cost him his life, Miguel decided that hiding his relationship with Kai isn't necessary. He loves Kai. More than anything and he doesn't care who knows.

Quickly turning his gaze in another direction when Kai and Miguel's kisses become a bit more passionate, Garland finds himself looking at his orange hair teammate provoking a reaction from Bryan.

Not that's hard to do or anything. Bryan wears his emotions on his sleeve and Brooklyn just loves trying to get a rise out of him. It's obvious to everyone but the silver hair Russian that Brooklyn has some sort of romantic feelings for Bryan. But just like Bryan, Brooklyn isn't exactly good at expressing his feelings so resorts to annoying him.

The provocation and teasing most certainly isn't one way. Bryan gets his fair share of torment in.

Turning his attention to the sound of someone releases a small noise of surprise; Garland can't help but roll his eyes skyward when he realizes the source of the noise. Tala no doubt just suggested something a little perverted to his boyfriend of five months, Claude.

With a blush raging hotter than a bush fire, Claude slaps Tala's hands away from him and rapidly shakes his head. A feral canine smile appears on Tala's lips as he moves forward and clamps Claude tightly in his grip.

Garland can't help but feel sorry for the slender silver hair Spaniard sometimes. How on earth someone as shy and timid as Claude ended up with someone flamboyant and perverted as Tala he will never know.

And he never wants to know.

"I'm hungry!" Aaron suddenly whines. Soon after a chorus of agreements follow.

"Crap, that reminds me," Kai mutters as he reluctantly detaches himself from Miguel's arms and climbs to his feet. "I have to buy some things for dinner tonight."

A look of pure delight appears on several of the bladers' faces and Kai deadpans. He's a pretty good cook, but he's not that good.

The others, however, disagree and promptly invite themselves over to Kai's place tonight. They then turn to each other and begin talking amongst themselves, not giving Kai the opportunity to protest.

Kai rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Oh, honestly."

Miguel chuckles as he climbs to his feet, placing a quick kiss to Kai's temple. "You should be flattered."

"Yeah, right," Kai snorts.

"Do you need a hand, Kai?" Garland asks, walking over to him.

Kai hums in though for a moment, before nodding his head. "Sure," he replies and turns to Miguel. "Won't be long. Keep an eye on this lot for me."

"Will do," Miguel chuckles.

With one last lingering gaze, the two quickly part and with Garland walking beside him, Kai begins his journey to the nearest convenient store. They walk in silence, Garland relaxing a little in Kai's presence.

Garland likes Kai. Not in the same way Miguel does, but the way that he admirers him. He likes the way Kai seems motherly towards him and those close to him. He has a nurturing nature, a far cry from the lies that Tyson and a few of the others claim him to be.

In fact none of the Blitz boys are. Bryan is not some stale face, cold blooded killer. He's a wild and reckless spitfire. Tala does not act like some sort of a robot with no emotions. He's sarcastic and argumentative. And Spencer most certainly is not some blockheaded mule with a limited vocabulary. He's the smartest person he knows.

And not to mention the strongest.

Garland is one of a few people who see the Blitz boys for who they really are, not what others perceive them to be. And he feels very lucky for that.

"Garland."

Quickly snapping out of his thoughts, Garland turns his attention to the slate hair teen next to him. "Yeah?"

"We're here," Kai says as he motions towards the store with his hand.

"Oh, right," Garland says with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "Sorry, I guess I was distracted."

Kai gazes at him with his large ruby eyes for a moment, before he nods and a small smile appears on his lips. "It's alright," he says as they step inside.

Grabbing one of those plastic carry baskets, Kai takes a moment to mentally list in his head what he needs tonight and then promptly begins gathering the ingredients.

"You know, Garland," Kai starts as he moves towards the shelves of food. "I couldn't help but notice that you were staring at Spencer today."

Garland blushes bright red and almost drops the articles of food that he is holding in his arms. "Well, I…"

"There's no need to be so shy," Kai says gently. "I'm sure he doesn't mind you staring at him."

Garland falls silent for a moment, his eyes staring at the floor. After a moment he takes a deep breath, the red blush still adorning his cheeks. "I like him," he confesses quietly. "I just don't know what to say to him."

Kai hums in thought for a moment, his eyes still looking at the shelves of food. He trails his fingers along the packages of stock, before pulling one out. "Why don't you just blurt it out and see what happens?"

Garland finds the prospect of that mortifying. "What? There's no way that I can just blurt it out like that."

"Why not?" Kai asks, turning to him.

"I just…can't, ok?" Garland replies, shaking his head. "You didn't do that with Miguel, did you?"

"No," Kai answers truthfully. "I didn't. I just kissed him out of the blue and afterwards he confessed his feelings for me."

Garland blinks in surprise and opens his mouth to reply, when suddenly two men wearing black ski masks with only the eyes cut out storm into the store. One of them leaps onto the counter, pointing a gun into the cashier's face.

"Give me the money!" he screams at the frighten clerk, who begins screaming as well, crying in hysterics. "Give me the goddamn money! Don't mess with me!"

The other gunman stands near the door, looking around frantically. With each passing second, he is becoming increasingly irate and unpredictable. "Just waste her and get the money."

Pulling back, the other thief lifts up his rifle to take aim. Reacting upon reflex, Kai grabs a can off the shelf and pelts at the gunman, hitting him on the back of his head, throwing his aim off. The gun fires, but ends up hitting an over hanging light instead. The woman behind the counter screams and manages to scramble into a back room.

"You little bastard!" the gunman near the door yells and points his weapon at Kai. He pulls the trigger and fires one shot at him.

With no time to react, an intense feeling of pain and burning metal rips through Kai's body, dropping him to the floor immediately.

"Kai!" Garland cries out in alarm as he moves towards him. But he stops dead in his tracks when one of the thieves points their gun at him. With his eyes wide with absolute fear, Garland slowly turns to them.

"Get over here!" the guy yells.

Deciding that it will be best to do what they say, Garland makes his way over to the front register, hoping that maybe if he distracts them long enough, they'll forget about Kai, hence leaving him alone.

"Open it!"

Walking over to the till, Garland hesitantly presses a few buttons, hoping that one of them will open the cash draw. After a few intense seconds, the cash draw pops open.

"Fill it!" one of them yells, shoving a bag in Garland's face. Without a word, Garland takes the bag and does what he's told to do. Grabbing the notes first and then the change, Garland quickly empties the cash register and hands the bag over to them. The one near the door leaps forward and grabs the bag.

It's almost over, Garland muses to himself. However, one half of the duo is staring at him. Suddenly he runs behind the counter and grabs Garland's arm, twisting it behind his back.

Garland hisses in pain and with a wince, glances over his shoulder. "What are you doing?" he asks, fear evident in his voice.

"Shut up!" the guy hisses at him. "You're going to make sure we get out of this."

A lump suddenly forms in Garland's throat as the guy ushers him outside, through the back door. He's going to be their shield in case anyone interferes.

Spencer…help…


-Whistles innocently- What? Some thing wrong?

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