A/N: Hello~ Enjoy the angst and scared shitless Roach... ;)
Ghost sprang from the bed, knife in hand as soon as the scream left Roach's mouth. He silently crept to the door and yanked it open, quickly stepping out into the hallway with his knife raised. He found Roach curled in a ball on the floor, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees as he cried and shook. His cellphone was now just a pile of broken glass and parts laying beside him.
He sheathed his knife and glanced down the hall to see if Roach had woken anyone else up. It didn't look like it. Their room was placed further away from the others... for certain reasons. He knelt down and placed a hand on the younger man's shoulder. He yelped and jumped in alarm, scrambling away from him as quickly as possible. His heart fell.
"Easy, easy. It's just me. You're okay, let's go back in our room." He said gently, slowly inching toward him.
Roach sat there staring at him for a few moments, tears steadily rolling down his cheeks. Ghost carefully took his shaking hand and pulled him up to stand. Roach seemed to be in his own little world, merely whining lowly in protest when he picked him up. His legs were shaking too hard to support his weight. He carried him into their room, shutting and locking the door behind them before setting him down on the bed. He laid down beside him and pulled him down to lay against his chest, running a comforting hand through his hair as he did so. He wondered what was wrong but didn't ask yet, as Roach was still pretty upset.
Roach's thoughts were moving at a million miles an hour. John said he was coming to get him! A mix of anxiety and fear coursed through his veins and he could see John smiling as he stabbed Charlie in the chest. The image caused him to cry harder, struggling to breathe as panic stole the oxygen away. He felt someone's hand glide through his hair and immediately recognized it as Ghost. He turned and buried his face in Ghost's neck as he continued to cry. Why wouldn't John just leave him alone?! He had never done anything to him, so why did he have to try so hard to ruin his life? He gasped in an effort to pull some oxygen into his burning lungs. His heart was beating so fast that he thought it was going to explode.
"Shhh, Roach calm down. It's okay, just breathe." Ghost said, his worry increasing as each second passed.
He knew that when Roach had a panic attack, there was nothing he could do but sit with him and try to calm him down. He hated that there was nothing he could do to help. It bugged him to no end, but he accepted it because that was part of having a boyfriend with anxiety issues. Roach wasn't a bother to him at all, and he swore to himself that he never would be. He was just frustrated that in this situation, there was nothing he could do to make Roach feel better except be there, but even that didn't feel like much.
They sat there for about 40 minutes and Roach slowly began to calm down, his breaths coming easier and the tears sliding down his cheeks coming less and less often. Eventually they stopped altogether and he sniffled. Ghost's shoulder was soaked and he was a bit glad he wasn't wearing a shirt. Roach wasn't really shaking anymore, now it was just slight tremors every once in a while that were almost undetectable. Ghost shifted and tried to get Roach to look at him, but he just whined and refused.
"Are you okay?" He sighed, playing with his soft hair.
Roach stayed still for several minutes, seemingly thinking. Then he turned slightly and looked up at him with teary brown eyes that broke Ghost's heart in two.
"J-J-John c-called..." He stuttered, shivering as the sound of his father's voice played in his ears.
Ghost's eyes grew huge and he looked down at him with a shocked expression.
"What?! How?! What did he-"
He immediately stopped when Roach winced and moved away.
"H-headache... hurts..." He whimpered, covering his ears.
He felt guilt rush through him. He hadn't meant to hurt him.
"I'm sorry. What did he say?" He whispered, gently pulling Roach's hands away from his ears.
He gathered his thoughts and snuggled closer to him.
"H-he said he was c-coming to g-get me..." He explained, tears rising in his eyes once again at the thought.
Ghost felt panic and worry claw at his heart. As long as he had any say in it, John would never ever be getting anywhere near his boyfriend again. And if he somehow managed to do that, then he would tear him limb from limb with his bare hands. He wiped a tear from Roach's cheek and forced himself to smile.
"It's okay. I swear I won't let him get anywhere near you ever again."
He gave a small smile back and yawned, clearly exhausted from the night's events. He glanced distractedly at the clock. It was 5:08 in the morning. He leaned up and gave Ghost a peck on the lips, then pulled the blanket up further and snuggled up against him. Ghost wrapped an arm around his waist and sighed. His thoughts were all over the place. He would have to tell everyone else in the morning and they would need to plan things out. He absently moved Roach's bangs away from his eyes.
"Go to sleep, love." He said, kissing him on the head.
He knew that they would all be pissed as well, although he was quite sure that he was the angriest of them all. How dare John even think about threatening Roach?! After everything he's done! He's got some nerve! He ruined Roach's life for fuck's sake, and now he had the nerve to call him up and scare the shit out of him just for kicks?! If he dared to even come within a 10-mile radius of their base, Ghost would blow his ass to bits. He didn't care what it took, John was not ever going to hurt Roach again. Not while he was still breathing. From that moment on, it was decided.
This was war.
A/N: Yeah! *Uses John for punching bag* Has anyone noticed how sweet Ghost is to Roach? They're so cuuute! This is gonna be fun. *Sigh* I'm happy. Please review! ;D
