It was a long week, a very busy week surprisingly. They had at least three dozen players a day, Jet stretches as someone calls arcade closed. Turbo walks up to and says softly, "Want to go to Tapper's?"

Jet tenses up and looks at, "I-Is Drift and Sh-ift going too?"

As if on cue the twins come over, Shift pushes Turbo away and growls at him. Drift touches Jet's shoulder and nods, he helps Jet out of his kart and takes him to rooms behind the stands. He instructs Jet to clean up as he figures out whether to get Jet an outfit or simply stay in his jumpsuit. Jet nods and steps into the bathroom, a foreboding shudder runs up his spine as he undresses and gets into the shower. Fear wells up in his throat like bile, Turbo wouldn't try anything tonight, right? Jet presses his forehead against the cold tile, he didn't want to wake up with him again. Sighing and muscling up his will he cleans up in silence, his tired mind wandering back to that night.

-{+}-

It was like any night, go to Tapper's to ease the stress and enjoy themselves. Jet sat next to Turbo, light innocence in his eyes as they put in their order. Tapper slides down two root beers for twins, a maple milkshake for Jet and a root beer float for Turbo. Shift was chatting up some blonde while Drift sipped his root beer, irritation showing clearly from his twitching eyebrow. Jet meekly sipped his milkshake, enjoying the mind-numbing sweetness when the clink of a glass catches his attention. Looking up he sees Turbo offering his drink, Jet swallows, "You know I don't drink…"

Turbo just shrugs and baits him on till Jet finally gives in and drinks about half just to shut him up. Almost immediately he felt the effects of the drink, he was a lightweight if you ever saw one. He groans and nuzzles up against Turbo, his girlfriend code starting to take control in his impaired state. Drift looks over with a raised eyebrow, Turbo just waves him off and wraps an arm around Jet's shoulder. He managed to get Jet to drink one more before the young racer blacked out.

When Jet woke up, everything hurt; his head, his stomach and his lower back. He groans and rolls onto his side, coming face to face with Turbo. He jumps back with a squeak, falling off the bed. He sucks in a deep breath from the pain and nausea, he lays there till his stomach settles. Timidly he stands, flinching in pain, and takes in his situation; he was naked as was Turbo. Horror engulfs Jet and he scrambles to the bathroom since his nausea won and he empties his stomach. Jet chokes out a cry, tears flowing freely; he didn't want this. Unable to move he lays his head on the toilet cover and cries. He never wanted to give into his girlfriend code, it was disgusting and he hated it, but now…what was going to happen now? He couldn't tell anyone, not even Drift; he sobs wishing it was a sick joke but the pain and smell of sex told him otherwise. When he finally regained the ability to move, he gathers his clothes and leaves as quickly as he could. Maybe he could just…forget?

-{+}-

Jet cries hollowly and crouches in the shower, his first and he didn't even know what happened. He could still feel the pain, as if it was embedded in his very code; reminding him of who took him. A knock shocks Jet back to reality, he swallows and clears his throat, "I'll be out soon Drift, just…give me second…"

A single knock was heard and retreating footsteps. Jet shudders again and stands, watching the water travel down his skin, the only comfort he had. Shaking his dark thoughts he shuts off the water and dries himself off. Drift had picked a clean jumpsuit for him to wear, he wasn't going to try and figure out a outfit. Jet smiles and gets dressed, letting Drift comb his fluffy hair.

"Thanks big brother…"

A soft hug from behind calms his worry, Drift loved him so much. One would like that they were together but Drift never wants to date, at all, he'd rather be your friend. He turns hugs back, a soft purr coming from Jet's throat. He looks up and Drift asks if they should head out. He nods and lets go, running a hand through his hair and sighing, "Let's go."

Turbo and Shift were waiting for them at the gate, they were glaring daggers at each other. Jet runs ahead and gets there first, "Come on Dri-"

A glitch rolls through Jet due to his excitement. The look of horror appeared on Drift's face, Shift yells at Jet but he couldn't hear it. All he heard was the glitchfield coming at him. A flash of blue and intense pain was all Jet knew and collapses, faces leaning over him.

"Move you idiots! Jet? Je-t….y-ou…o..k…J….!"

-h…h…e..el..p….-

-{+}-

A soft hum greets his weary ears when Jet finally comes to, he cracks open an eye and groans at the blue glow. He feels someone touching him, he tries to move but he can't.

-N-No stop it!-

A gentle hand on his cheek makes him opens his eyes, it's Turbo. He gasps and whimpers in fear, Turbo shushes him. The older racer soothes the younger by petting his hair, and rubbing the sensitive scalp. Jet shivers and blushes, pain creeps in and he looks down. From his left collarbone down to his right side is almost completely ripped apart, his arm is barely attached by mere strands of code. Turbo continues calming Jet till the boy takes in his surroundings more. Turbo's suit was covered in blood, and in his free hand was strands of Jet's coding.

"Easy Blue, I got ya'….you're ok now."

Jet swallows and whispers, "H-How?"

Turbo floats up and grasps some more code, "When the field closed on you I pushed you back into the game so you wouldn't die. But…it was obvious that you weren't recovering so I brought you….here…where I can fix you."

Jet coughs and groans, gasps in pain as Turbo threads his code together, "Y-you brou-"

Turbo places his finger on Jet's lip, "Yes, I realized that I have been cruel to you….but…I can't lose you…"

Jet just manages a smile and lets his head fall back, he endured the pain of having his code switched back together. It took three hours of pain-staking work but true enough Turbo fixes Jet, a nasty scar remains but Jet doesn't seem to mind. Turbo leads him back to the opening of the code vault and carries him to his room, laying him down gingerly.

"Now you stay put, I need to go clean up."

Jet lets his head falls against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, will Turbo truly change….or is he following him blindly?