Though, Eliot had given him permission to change the codes as long as he told him before he changed them. Alec had never been so happy that they'd practiced how to enter the house with their hands full. As it was, Alec was quick going through the procedures to get in and had the door swinging open in a matter of seconds.
He walked in, kicking the door shut with his foot and walked down the hall to Eliot's designated room. It sounded odd, but every room in the house had panels on the wall next to the doors so you had to type in a code if the door was shut as it automatically locked upon latching. Alec typed in the code and walked into the room, over to the bed. He laid Eliot out and watched again as he curled up on his side. Eliot tensed when the smells of the house pushed past his sleeping state and Alec rested a hand on his ribs.
" Take it easy, we're at our place." reassured Alec. Eliot relaxed, finally recognizing the smells and finished curling up. Alec reached over and laid a quilt on top of Eliot before going back for a second one. It wasn't a known fact, but shortly after Eliot had been caught in a drug induced haze, Alec had found out Eliot loved quilts. The security of being tucked in tight under the two quilts made Eliot relax and fall into a deeper sleep. It was a substitute for the human contact he couldn't have for so many years. But now, it was a comfort thing and it made Alec smile.
The deeper sleep was the reason Eliot didn't indulge in his habit near the team and why Alec never had any in his room. After the first time Alec had seen Eliot when he was dosed, he'd started carrying things from their lair to the rooms in the apartment. Alec went and sat in the comfy rocker on the other side of the room, waiting for Eliot to wake up.
He knew he needed to wait until then before he applied cream to the map of black and purple scattered across the expanse of Eliot's body. He had no doubt that there were bruises dotting Eliot's back in an intricate design as well. Alec fell asleep, only to be awoken in the middle of the night by almost silent whimpers. Alec stood and walked across the room to stand by the bed. As he looked down at Eliot, he knew he was caught in the theros of a nightmare.
But the odd thing was, the only part that was thrashing was his head. Nothing else was moving and it made Alec's eyebrows knit in confusion. " No! Nate why would you do this?" Alec had no doubt then that Nate had hurt Eliot. The question was. What had he done? " Eliot, wake up." said Alec. Eliot's thrashing immediately stilled and Alec kept taking in a soft voice til' he came out of his nightmares. Alec smiled and then walked around til' he was on the other side of the bed. He sat down on the edge and Eliot smiled underneath his cocoon. Alec knew Eliot liked to see him if he came into his room and sat down. It was Eliot's survival instincts kicking in due to the fact his team had betrayed him in the worst way.
" Hey, what happened?" asked Alec. " You were in the chair, you already saw." said Eliot. " Yeah, but you were mumbling about Nate." said Alec. Eliot tensed and Alec moved so he was against the headboard with his legs straight out on the bed. " Not judging, just asking. What did he do?" asked Alec. " We still have that fast healing cream for heavy bruising?" asked Eliot. " You know we do. Why?" asked Alec. " He beat the crap out of me. That's why I was screaming my head off. The thing is, the guys standing with him? They felt bad for me and thought I was Nate's family. When he called them in to hurt me with him, they looked shocked. They knew I saw it though and went easy on me. They know about us, but don't care for the girls at all. They didn't hurt me, he did." said Eliot. Alec felt grief on Eliot's behalf. He'd known Eliot had wanted Nate to be the good guy that didn't hurt him, only to be proven wrong in the worst way.
