John sighed lightly as Yassen lay quietly in the hospital bed. As nice as he looked asleep, John new had his son was suffering, face scrunched in disgust.

Gasping the young boy shot up, head quickly flicking from white wall to white wall. His eyes took in all the little details. There wasn't very much detail in the mostly all white room. The walls, the floor, the bedding. Even the short pyjamas that Yassen was wearing were completely white.

Yassen slowly reached a hand to his neck, running a finger along the thin pink scar that lined his neck. It had been an accident, but at the same time, it wasn't.

During a motion with Hunter - What John was called during motions- in the rainforest, Yassen had a large black spider crawled onto his neck. A quick glance informed him of its species, a large Blackwidow.

~"H-h-h." Yassen had been whimpering, forcing his breathing to slow. He couldn't move, but he could feel the sweat running down his neck. If he didn't get Hunter's attention soon, the Spider would bite and kill him. If he did get the man's attention he could risk the mission. He didn't even really know how to.

'Shweee.' Hunters head quickly turned, eyes widening as he noticed the large spider on his son's neck.

"Cossack, close your eyes and don't move. Flinch even a little and this could kill you." He hissed, adjusting his aim quickly.

Yassen only knew what happened when he heard the shot, and felt the small trickle of blood soaking into his collar. Hunter had shot both the target and the Spider.~

"Good morning Yassen. Are you feeling a bit better?" John asked, walking up and sitting next to Yassen. He could have easily read the young boy, however, he was giving him a chance.

"Yeah, a bit." Yassen groaned lightly, leaning back into the pillows. All that remained of his episode was a heavy migraine. "Where are we?"

"Màgovi Institute, we are just outside of Paris France." Doctor Marine responded, walking into the room. "It's good to see you awake Yassen. That was a really bad episode, you're lucky that you are able to function the way you do. Mind if I ask what happened to your neck?"

Yassen paused shooting a look at John. It was quite clear that he was trying to assess the situation. When John nodded he turned to the Doctor.

"We were on a motion and a black Widow crawled onto my neck, John was just able to shoot both the target and the spider." Yassen nodded leaning into Johns hold. "Burnt, red-hot pain. But it was totally worth it, I really didn't wasn't to die. Not then, a little bit more now."

The pain that entered John's face told Philip everything. Yassen had been extremely suicidal but was never vocal about it. Yassen was going thru a lot.

"We do have a therapist on staff. If you want to talk to someone, I can introduce you to her." Philip nodded smiling politely. "I'll go get her for you."

Yassen let out a small sigh as he lay back in the bed. From the length of his hair-which was easier to lock his hand in- was longer than he remembered. It would have to be cut.

"Pa, can you do my hair? It's a bit too long. I don't really like it." Yassen muttered lightly snuggling against Johns' arm.

"Not if you are leaning against my arm Yassen, and not be for you talk to that therapist. I do not want you having a break when you get your revenge." John chuckled pulling Yassen close. "But I do have a question for you."

Yassen tilted his head. "What is it Pa?"

"You're a name, I didn't realize how strange it was. I highly doubt that your mother would name your Ash tree." John said smiling at the boy. "But Yassen makes a bit more sense. Is that perhaps your real name."

"It hasn't been for almost seven years. It was..." Yassen paused taking off. "Can we please do my hair first?"

Letting out a slightly defeated sigh, John nodded lightly. Helping Yassen up he lead Yassen to a wooden chair, sitting him down quietly. Taking a comb and a small pair of shoes he started working on his hair.

"Hello, Yassen and John right? My name is Marcus Mori, Philip said he thought that one of you needed an evaluation." The voice came from a short, somewhat overweight forty-something-year-old looking man.

Those who knew this man would know that he was actually in his early twenty, but his looks did not make him a handsome one. His hair was thin and grey, clung to his head in small patches. He was almost forty pounds overweight and had large breasts. His skin was pale and blotchy, and his dark green eyes were red almost like he was constantly drunk.

"No. I was told that a girl was going to talk to me. A kind girl who would help me, not a creepy old man who looks drunk." Normally Yassen had an off switch. When he didn't then John knew something was wrong.

"Yeah, sorry about that. You must be thinking about Abigal May. She is with another patent t the moment. I spent it if you are a bit shy, but I can assure you that I an equally as smart as she is."

"Sir, I don't think you get it. You're quite a bit much. I don't know if I can handle it, you're a frightening person. I would much prefer the girl. I am more than willing to wait until she is free." Yassen shook his head much to Johns annoyance.

"Yassen, there is no need for insults. I understand that you are upset, but this is a bit silly." Marcus responded, voice still calm. "You should find a healthier outlet for that temper."

John felt the muscles in Yassen's body tighten with anger. It was clear he was in a foul mood, walking up after his episode and being forced to talk to a therapist.

"Silky little temper? I'm sorry but A week ago I have an internalized seizure and blacked out! That was a week ago! A. Week! I woke up less than an hour ago. I think I have the right to have a little bit of a temper! Now get out of my room, you scare me horribly." Yassen hissed, years of built up emotions spilling over at once. "Get. Out. Of. My. Room."

Marcus hesitated momentarily felt for backing out. It was clear that he didn't handle high-risk situations, as less than a minor latter another person walked up in. This time it was a young girl.

"Yassen, are you alright? I heard you yelling and I just wanted to make sure nothing happened." She smiled gently, slowly approaching Yassen. He was visibly on edge. "You are going to be alright. He has a habit of frightening patients. He didn't work here, he's a bit senile. We don't know if at one point he was a therapist but he isn't really all there."

"He scared me, I want to trust you. I really want to. I just can't. Not now, my head is just throbbing and my hair needs to be cut yet." Yassen whimpered, and her quickly jumping to fear.

"Well, it could also be in part like you said, to the episode and long period of unconsciousness." The girl nodded gently running a hand through her dark red fringe.

The girl was delicate looking and very Scottish. Her voice held a heavy accent, which Yassen couldn't help but like. Her dark ginger hair was held up in an extremely messy bun with a dark green elastic. Her eyes were a deep sea blue. Her peach skin was heavily covered in freckles.

"If you would like we can head to the gym. Normally it's closed at this time, however, I think that you could do good with a nice long swim. " She reported, smiling as John quickly finished Yassen's hair. "Abigail by the way. I'm Abigail. "

Yassen looked back at John be for nodding lightly. As much as he didn't want to leave his side, he did want to get in some exercise be for they got back to Moscow.

With a bright smile, Abigail lead Yassen out of the room and into the huge gym. Yassen was actually somewhat surprised by the size. There were two large pools, one was clearly deeper than the other. Three basketball courts lined one side separated by small walls, to the other side there was a small workout area as well as a dance room. Out of the corner of his eye, Yassen was able to see a row of courts -for any racket sports- as well as a large track that circled them.

"This place is huge," Yassen muttered, leaning back into a stretch. "How's your game?" Yassen nodded to the court.

"It's a little late for rackets, and you agree to swim. I'll play you tomorrow if you behave." Abigale chuckled lightly grabbing a set of towels and set them on a nearby table. "Do you want to see if we have a pair of trunks that fit you, or just swim how you are?"

Without giving a response Yassen jumped into the deeper water, helping lightly when he reached the surface in slight shock.

"These are not therapy pools. Definitely not therapy pools." Yassen called shuddering lightly in the cold water. "A little warning would have been nice. Maybe like a sign or something, this water is freezing cold be ready for it."

Abigale simply lets out a small chuckle as she bullet off her dress, revealing a nice floral one piece. Yassen had to admit that it fit her nicely.

"Yah, the therapy pool is next door, with the more therapy items and such. I thought that this pool would be better for you. Your not a week looking boy, and the medication we gave you, will last a good week yet." Abigail smiled grabbing a tube be for hoping in. "You know, most people compliment a girl in a bikini. "

"Sorry, you do look good. Admittedly I would love to see Philip in trunks. He was cute, more to my liking if you know what I mean. " Yassen chuckled, quickly starting a lap of the short length. "Haven't really been arrested to anyone like that in a while."

"What do you mean?"

"Had a boyfriend back in Russia, the little town that didn't exist-" Julia could hear the venom rolling off the words "- a course that wasn't legal. Luckily he was the one who handled, my episodes so we had an excuse."

"He didn't exist anymore does He?" Abigail felt her heart breaks as Yassen turned, taking a long silent lap. His anger pushing him to complete the lap with unnatural speed.

"I am so sorry Yassen, I think I can guess what happened after that. You seem mostly above, but the most calming way to do a lap is slow and under. You had someone take advantage of you." Her voice shook slightly as she gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah never could fully feel after that. I just can tell when I would have been arrested to someone. And I mean I can still find them really cute." Yassen nodded with a half smile. "Actually I think you would have made a cute boy."

"Do me a favour and shoot the son of a bitch in the crotch for me." Abigail hissed, causing Yassen to fumble inhaling a little wetter.

"Yeah, that would feel really nice. I'll save a bullet just for that. I don't even care if I kill him after that. That is revenge enough." Yassen nodded with a small smile. This soon faded as it hit him."If I were to perchance be planning a suicide or revenge via reverse Russian roulette, which I'm not saying I am. Would you legally have to hold me on suicide watch?"

"Well, legally I would since you would be considered at least somewhat suicidal. But if you were to hypothetically tell me as a what if situation, I could perhaps tell you what I would if you were planning this scenario. Of course, you're not, but as a curiosity situation." Abigale could feel her heart breaking as she played along. She knew full well it wasn't hypothetical. She had seen it when he pulled off his shirt. He was covered in heavy scars. He really was planing it.

"I don't lie. I don't think I can say it hypothetically Abigail. I really can't and I think you know that. I just really do not handle watch." Yassen shook his head lightly taking another lap, this time a lot longer.

"I get that Yassen, I just really don't like the prospect of you doing any more harm. Do you think we could come up with a fair middle ground? I mean normal roulette is bad enough, reverse only gives you one chance to live."

"It's a chance to live, all the same, not to mention it's kind of considered a deathly game." He nodded propping himself up on the side of her tube. "I mean even more it would add to the revenge. There were three people who did me wrong. The father, the daughter and the son. The two boys are the main target, dead made me his servant and forced me to do normal roulette. It was just one shot mind you, but no still had a chance to die. It was the son who..." Yassen trailed off, shaking his head he did a few more laps before pulling himself out of the pool.

Not caring too much if anyone saw, she tossed his pants and boxers with his shirt. He quickly pulled his towel around his waist and collapsed on a chair. His entire body was trembling and Abigail knew better than to try and engage. Quietly she watched the shivering boy ball up, shifting so that he was covered a bit better.

Deciding against her mind, Abigale climbed out and walked out. When she returned, she had a large quilted blanket that she gently placed over Yassen.

"Thanks,"Yassen whispered not bothering to look up. "You probably think I'm crazy don't you."

"No, not really. I've seen a lot worse. I simply think you went untreated for a very long time, and that your mind is begging for revenge. You know you don't have to play by his rules anymore. Make your own." Abigail smiled citing on the ground beside him. "Ever play badminton?"

"Nile plays me every now and again, but that's mainly because Mrs. Rothman makes him. Pa played me once, but he wasn't very good. I much prefer tennis myself." Yassen nodded, clearly a lot calmer. "Why?"

"Well, what if we played Badmition with a tennis ball?"

"Then it would be tennis wouldn't It?" Yassen tilted his head slightly.

"No, I'm saying that was playing badminton, but we have to use a ball, not a birdie." Abigail shook her head as she turned.

"But that wouldn't be the game, that would be something entirely new. A tennis ball and a birdie are two completely different targets and you would hit them as such. To try and play one game with the other item would be impossible." Yassen shook his head in slight confusion.

"Exactly, so why would you try to play the role of a tennis ball in a game of Badminton?" Abigale asked smiling when Yassen shook his head. "Think about it and tell me tomorrow who's game you want to play."