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Fix You

It was dark, and he was alone when he awoke, his body lunging forward, grasping the empty air in front of him where his bed and Sam's limp body should lie. He whipped his head around, to see that now he was in a barren room, all alone. And it wasn't his room. Something was happening. Standing slowly, he glanced around, seeing nobody. He was all alone.

Anger flared inside of him, and his lumen flashed on, brighter than the beam of light shooting through a thousand perfectly positioned diamonds. The heat scorched his skin for a second, but he felt nothing after that, as he reigned in his light. Sweeping it across the room, he saw little signs of a struggle. A poster on the wall was ripped, and dangled from the cracked wall where it had hung. A chair in the corner was on its side, missing a leg. And the sheets on the bed were crumpled and thrown about.

The door leading out of the room was flimsy, and one solid kick sent it spinning off its hinges. It slammed into the wall with a bang, and then clattered to the floor. This hallway was emptier and more barren than the room. "Henri!" He called uncertainty clouding his voice, but his hands were shaking and he willed anyone to come closer. Nobody did. He looked left and right, trying to find his bearing. All he heard was silence, even with his specialized hearing. In fact, only the occasional drip of water hitting the cold cement was the only thing that met his ears.

To his left right was a service exit, that probably led downstairs or outside. To his left…darkness. He swept his lights down the hallway, the sharp brightness cutting through the black like a knife. The cement floor was sallow. A few of the old fluorescents hung from the ceiling at angles. A few littered the ground, kicked to the side by the mysterious people that brought him there. Where were the others? He jumped when he heard a noise, and flashed his lights. A door was ajar at the end of a hallway and he slowly made his way toward it. He wondered if he was the only one here. If Henri was unawares. If they had left Sam alone to sleep fitfully on his bed.

That was until he saw the shoe. It was lying on its side in a large murky pool of water. The tassels were floating peacefully. There was no current, and only when he bent low and his breath touched the water did small ripples fan out toward the edges. It was an old Vans. And he recognized it instantly. It was Sam's. He heard shuffling from the door down the hallway, and then sudden screaming. What was happening?

He ran down the hallway, prepared for anything. His hand had just touched the icy metal of the handle when he jolted awake.

Henri

He was scanning the papers for the fourteenth time, re-reading what he had already re-read. There was nothing in the news on any of the others. Or at least nothing he could definitely pinpoint. And Sam's parents hadn't raised any alarm with a cry that his son had disappeared.

The mere thought sent a shiver running through his spine, and he physically restrained himself from jumping up and running to his car to go kill the son of a bitch. He heard another whimper, and the gentle snoring of John from the room down the hall, and he rubbed his eyes.

John was exhibiting signs that his feelings for Sam were more than brotherly. He had heard it when he had talked about Sam over dinner. His quiet chuckles and silent musing over the boy while he eaten had made it clear that something was happening. The call last night had almost solidified that. His tone when he had called had been desperate and all but screamed for relief when he saw Sam on the ground. And the way he had held him in the backseat, cradled too him as if he was protecting him from the world itself. The way he had laid Sam on his own bed. The way he now sat with him, dozing lightly, while on alert.

He held his head in his hands, covering his eyes. When they left, it'd be doubly hard on John. He'd be leaving something behind bigger than he could imagine. He was doomed no matter what.

John

He lunged forward when his eyes snapped open, sucking in the cold air surrounding him while his eyes whipped around, surveying every item in it. Just to make sure. He heard footsteps in the hallway, and knew that Henri had heard his violent awakening. He wiped his sweating forehead, clenching his fists to stop the glow from seeping out. He stared ahead as the door creaked open.

"John?"

"Henri"

"I heard you wake. Are you ok?"

He shook his head. "No. I'm not. How could…how could he do this to him?"

He heard Henri sigh behind him and he turned. "What?"

"It's the same question I asked when we were on our journey from Lorien. It's the same question I ask myself every day. And it's one you'll never truly understand…not even if Sam explains it." He leaned on the wall, and they fell into silence for a few minutes. "What did you see?"

"Nothing. It was nothing." He hated lying to Henri. But he knew that if he uttered what he had just seen, that they'd be on their way to a new home. Where would this one be? Oklahoma? Tennessee? Alaska? He shuddered. The thought of leaving was too much. And he felt physical pain when he did.

"John—tell me. Please. I know you saw something. I felt it."

"You felt it?" What did you feel?"

Henri sighed, and his cheeks turned red. From embarrassment or heat he didn't know but he could hardly care. Finally: "The air changes when you see something. When you feel something."

He stared at Henri, before looking down at Sam. His hand had somehow wormed its way into Sam's, his fingers intertwined with Sam's cold fingers. "It was just a nightmare."

"It might not have been a nightmare!"

He stood up, glancing at Sam to tell Henri to shut-the- hell- up- and- stop- yelling. "Then what was it? And if you can feel it Henri, then you should be able to get them too. Trust me though. This one was totally just a nightmare. End of story."

"No not end of story-" He froze, his eyes locked onto Sam, and he turned to see Sam stirring, his hand flexing and his swollen right eye cracking open. And then he vomited.

So tada? It's short, but I promise the next one will be way longer. Thanks again for reading! Your comments and reviews really mean a lot, so keep writing them, and I'll start responding. And guys, while you're at it, can you check out You've Got Mail and Titanic? Well…I'm done my shameless whoring. Haha. Thanks again for reading!

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