A/N: Chapter two!

For disclaimer and description – please see chapter one.

Also, I believe that I've made a first-ever hurt!Rorke fic – at least as I've watched. (I apologise and please, correct me if I'm wrong.)

Enjoy!

A fist was coming to his face. Too surprised to stop it the first stroke hit Logan on the bridge of his nose. A crack was heard and his eyes watered up in a matter of seconds. Rorke was much stronger than the new Ghost and it would take only one good and well-aimed deadly blow for this all to be over. He had to be quicker.

Young Ghost knew that the first blow he received wasn't fatal and it would soon fade away. All those years in army under his father's commandership got him quite a lot of experiences he could learn from. Small wounds could be healed. But if he didn't act soon and calm down his 'cargo' they will be either too low or he either too dead to open the 'chute on his back. And still if he would be able to manage all that he still prayed that his only solution wasn't damaged.

"What the HELL are you doing!" Rorke, not waiting for an explanation aimed another hit toward Logan. Although it hurt and sting, Logan ignored the pain that was flashing on his face. Instead he tightened his grip on his enemy's waist. "I'm finishing my mission!"

Quickly blocking the strike with his free hand Logan clenched his fist and with one swift strike hit Rorke on the left side of his head. As he hit the temple he saw Rorke's eyes widen in pain and then, going from foggy to blurry, finally shut.

As he slipped into unconsciousness Logan had to tighten his grip not to lose him. As quickly as he could he got the rope from the side of the parachute rucksack and tied it as firmly and quickly as he could around Rorke and himself. When the rope was secured he pulled the pin and hoped for the best.

The parachute flew out of the rucksack like a bullet and Logan felt a strong pull with the quick slowdown. On his luck the parachute was without a scratch and the rope that was biding him and Rorke held out. The next thing he needed to worry about now were the flying pieces of the former cargo plane. They were quickly passing them and he barely had time to prepare. The larger piece got close with a tremendous speed and hit them hard, luckily with its wider side.

Logan barely had time to raise his arm in front of his head before he felt a strong pain and lost consciousness.

Next thing he knew he was crashing into the woods.

The branches and leafs of the trees hit him hard and woke him up completely. Lifting his arms he got himself enough protection not to get slashed from one of them. As he looked up he saw the 'chute getting tangled in the tree tops. Logan came to a complete stop just above the ground.

First thing a young Ghost did was to check his motoric skills. As he could still move both his arm he checked the legs and determined that noting was broken.

'What luck.'

Afterwards he remembered of his passenger. Now, feeling his weight hanging from his torso, he found out that a man was far heavier than he seemed to be.

'Jeez, how can he even lift himself?'

Still slightly dizzy a young Ghost took the knife and cut the sides of the rope. Rorke fell on the ground with a loud thud.

'Need to get down quick. If he wakes up…'

Logan quickly cut his own link to the parachute. Landing beside his enemy he quickly checked on his pulse and found it still strong, perhaps a slightly faster than it should be. From his earpiece he heard voices of his team. Firstly he was relieved to hear the voice of his father.

"Everyone report in."

"It's Hesh. I'm with Merrick."

To hear his brother's voice lifted Logan's spirit. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good", Elias replied: "Keegan's with me."

Everyone from the team was ok.

'Thank you.'

Focusing back to Rorke Logan checked any damages he could have received during the fall. What he found were a couple of bruises on the arms and legs.

"Logan?"

He stopped for a second. He checked his com if he had any chance to answer but to no avail. Hesh replied instead.

"I saw him get snagged on some trees before we landed."

As the Ghost turned his enemy on his stomach to tie his arms Rorke's head fell on his right side. As Logan took a glance at the left side of his face he fell in a slight shock. The left temple of Rorke's head, the one he hit him on, was reddishly-blue, almost dark purple and the colour was still spreading. From it flew a small stream of fresh blood.

"Shit!"

Since the temple was very fragile he knew that much of a bruise and bleeding can't be good. He needed to get him to his team quickly.

"Shit. Get down", the earpiece crackled: "Looks like we got company."

'This can't be good!'

With a worry in his voice Elias replied: "We're coming to you. Logan, if you can hear me, try and find the crash site. We're just up the hill. Stay low and quiet, and you will find us."

Rorke probably won't get up for some time so Logan wasn't really bothering with a rope anymore. Instead he turned Rorke on his back and untied man's headscarf. Then he carefully lifted his head not to make any more damage and folded the scarf to tie it around the injured area.

'Hopefully, this should stop the bleeding.'

When he was done he lifted Rorke on his shoulders and started to march through the forest.

"You can do this, son."

His father's voice echoed in his head. As he searched for his team he suddenly remembered the device whit which he could locate them. Stopping for a minute Logan lifted his left arm. On the device he found the red and blue beacons.

Blues were his team. They were just dead ahead. Steadying Rorke again he took a gun in his right hand and marched through the woods. Suddenly the ground shook a little.

On the radio Hesh was immediately alerted: "What the hell was that?"

"A tremor, maybe… But I've been wrong before."

As Logan continued his search he firstly smelled a gasoline. He followed the scent and soon he could see a black smoke. Coming closer he saw it rolling from a wrecked plane in the middle of a clearing. It was their plane.

'Guess I found the cause of the tremor.'

Logan took a glance at the wreckage. To think that not too long ago they 'successfully' finished the previous mission. They had Rorke and were headed home. But the Federation had to track them down…

'How did they track us down?'

A beeping from the device woke him up from his thinking. The red dots were getting closer and in bigger number. He quickly headed onward and tried his best to avoid them in the biggest distance possible.

If he doesn't find his team soon he will be too slow to escape the Federations soldiers. Logan could now feel the bigger weight of his cargo as he slowly grew tired.

Looking on the device Ghost saw blue beacons just a few ten meters ahead.

To confirm the device's markings Elias' voice called from the earpiece: "Logan, we can see you on the tracker. You're almost to us."

In front of him the trees stopped and just outside he could see his dad and Keegan. They were crunching, both with a gun in their hands, waiting for him.

The moment he saw Logan Elias smiled with relief and stood up.

"Logan, I knew you'd find us. Good job, son."

But his smiled quickly disappeared at the sight of an injured man upon his son's shoulders. Keegan grabbed his gun a little tighter and prepared for any sign of movement.

"Is that..."

Before Elias could finish the question Logan interrupted him: "It's Rorke. But that's for later. We need to get away from here."

Quickly clearing his head Elias nodded and turned, showing his son the way up the hill. From his look Logan could tell that he didn't like this at all. But the mission had to be finished and the current mission was escape.

Before Logan could get to the top of the hill Elias raised his hand and signalled him to stop. He heard voices. The tracker began beeping faster. Just ahead, in a small stream, were Federation soldiers. And there were plenty of them. If they wanted to get the hell out of this alive they needed to get rid of them.

Logan, ready to proceed, got to the top of the hill as silently as possible. Then he carefully laid Rorke on the ground just out of the sight and quietly grabbed his rifle. Crouching, he closed up on the targets and got ready. On his scouter he was able to see some blue spots on his left. It was Hesh.

"Hesh, we see you. When this goes loud… stay low."

Then Elias turned to him.

"Logan, do it."

Concentrating on his target Logan chose the closest one. He aimed, exhaled and pulled the trigger. The man was dead on the spot.

The others around the body flinched and started to look for their shooter but to no avail – the Ghosts stroke them down in a matter of seconds.

When the coast was clear Logan put his rifle back to its holder on his back. He proceeded to the stream where he was glad to saw his team again.

"You guys ready to go?", Elias spoke: "Mako's picking us up two klicks from here…"

Suddenly they heard a groan coming from behind their backs. Every ghost raised their rifles in search for the enemy but Logan knew immediately who was making the sound.

'Rorke!'

He quickly got uphill and caught a sight of Rorke. He was still on the ground, lying on his back just as Logan left him but now struggled to open his eyes. He seemed to be in pain. The young ghost went to him and crouched, turning his head to check on the injury while Rorke was still too poor to do anything. The headscarf he tied around his head was soaked in blood but as Logan could tell the bleeding has stopped. Other ghosts approached Logan behind his back and even without looking Logan could feel their hands tighten around their rifles.

Hesh was the first to break the silence.

"How did he get here?"

Logan turned from the injured man on the ground to look at his brother: "I was able to get 'im out of the plane. The primary mission. But…", Logan sighed slightly: "He got a bad injury on his temple. It was bleedin' badly when we landed in the woods."

Suddenly a loud inhale came from Rorke and he opened his eyes widely. Logan quickly turned back to him.

His head hurt. His arms and legs hurt. Hell, his whole body screamed with pain! And he was tired. He needed to open his eyes but he couldn't. Suddenly he felt someone's hands touch his head and turning it.

Rorke felt a slight panic rose in his throat and tried to move to defend but was unable to. Calming himself he concentrated. He started with his fingers. After short time they slightly moved. Rorke tried again and now he could feel the power slowly returning to him. Whit it he could hear voices just above him talking.

"…out of the plane… injury..."

Rorke got the idea of his position form the pieces he heard.

'Ghosts. Perfect. And that little brat of Elias'…'

Rorke tried to open his eyes again. And again. AND AGAIN!

Whit an effort he finally succedded but, not knowing he was holding his breath in the attempt, he deeply took the air. He could feel the enemyes turning his eyes on him and in his mind Rorke cursed himself for letting the control slip away.

His vision was blurry at first but seconds later it became clearer. He saw them all. Everyone from his past team.

As quickly as he could Rroke used all of the little strength he still had and clumsily crawled backwards, as fast as he could and as far away from them until he stumbled to a bigger rock behind him. The Ghosts, his former team, started to close up on him, some of them aiming his gun on him, ready for any chance. Sweating and shaking Rorke shakily got himself on his trembling feet, heavily supporting himself on the rock behind. He tried and managed to lift up his arms for at least a slight chance of protection. The Ghosts stopped. Looking around Rorke saw that he wasn't anywhere familiar anymore. He was in a middle of nowhere with only his enemies.

"Where am I!", whit a glimpse of his eye he saw bodies of Federation soldiers the team has finished off not long ago. His anger rose. He turned back and raised his voice: "A-answer me goddammit!"

"Rorke," Elias called out to him and stepped forward, gun down: "Stop it! You're just hurting yourself. Let us help you."

Now slightly trembling, Rorke slightly chuckled and weakly shook his head: "There's n-no helping me, E-Elias…"

The sentence was supposed to be threatening. Rorke was shocked at how weak he sounded. No sooner a strong pain flashed through his skull.

Rorke had to close his eyes for a second and lifted his hand to his head to try and straighten his composure. As his fingers came in touch with the sides of his head another stroke of pain rumbled through it. He unintentionally winced.

'How can I be this… this WEAK?'

No sooner he felt the unknown liquid crawling on top of his fingers. In a glimpse of fear he quickly moved the hand away from his face and saw it.

'Blood… M-my b-blood?...'

Then his head spun.

Elias saw Rorke's eyes turn in his head. Looking with white, his legs gave up and he tipped forward. Elias stretched to catch him. As soon as Rorke fell into his arms he started to tremble. His arms and legs started to twitch violently. Elias acted quickly and grabbed a hold of Rorke's upper torso and arms, trying to stop the jerking: "Grab him. Hold him down!"