A/N sorry it took so long everyone, I just needed to recall where this was headed. ^^; also I had to get back into the feel of it.
Basil shook in Dawson's hand as he cleaned what was left of his new wounds. "Basil," Dawson began whispering close to Basil's ear but not to close in fear of scaring his friend more then he was. "Please speak to me Basil…you know I won't hurt you…"
Basil's fear become more like confusion, Dawson's words seemed so true…he wanted to believe him…but the pain in his face and the words spoke the other night made him know it wasn't.
Now he just didn't understand why Dawson was trying to get him to answer a question he knew the answer to. Was he trying to find a reason to beat him?
Dawson never was the type to pry, but he had to have an answer, if there was anyone in the house hurting him he had to know...they had worked too hard to get him as healed as he was, now they had taken like five steps back.
"Basil, please. I have to know." Basil just looked at Dawson. Small tears rolled down his face, he didn't want to answer, he wasn't even sure if he would be punished if he didn't answer, all he knew was he was confused and scared…if he said something he knew Dawson would beat him…but now he felt if he didn't say something he would have the same fate.
Dawson brushed his friend's tears away and cupped his face. "I won't hurt you. Don't be scared ok? I'll stop asking if you want me to. But it would be helpful if you said something." Dawson assured him gently.
Basil hiccupped suddenly trying to hold in his sobs and fear at the same time; he stared at Dawson and dared to close his eyes hoping Dawson would believe he was tiered and would let him sleep like he always did.
Dawson ran a hand over his friends muffled hair and got up. "I'll wait 'till you are ready chap." He said quietly and walked out of the room being sure to leave the door wide open.
Hiram glanced at Dawson; the Dr. must have read the question on his face because he answered it before he even spoke it.
"He refuses to speak…maybe he'll come around later, for now he's tired." Dawson said sitting down next to Judson.
Mrs. Judson leaned on Dawson's shoulder and snuggled into him as if to find comfort, which wouldn't have been uncommon. After all it was something they all needed in one way or another.
Once Dawson was out of the room Basil re-opened his eyes, honestly he wasn't tiered, but he'd rather tick Dawson then to have him keep asking a question he already knew the answer to.
Taking in a breath of air Basil stared up at the ceiling. Deep down he just wanted to stop living, but a part of him couldn't help thinking he was where he was meant to be…sadly he almost believed that…that was until last night.
The day was quiet, Dawson slipped into Basil's room now and again to be sure he was alright. Basil, after sometime of just thinking had fallen asleep.
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Clafmore waited out of sight for the sun to set, but he didn't stay near the house, that would just make people suspicious. Instead as he waited he went around town as if an amused tourist. He said hellos to many by passers, and kept out of sight of any copper that may have been around. But overall he made sure he was near Baker Street and the house of his 'pet'.
Soon the sun started to set, and he was getting over anxious. Oh how he missed his little 'toy' it had been a long while and he had to control himself to not brake the door down and run away with him.
If he wanted Basil back he had to be sneaky, and he had to get the mice to willing give him to him.
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Inside Dawson had entered Basil's room looking over his wounds, both old and new. Basil was awake but still refused to talk.
"Don't worry Basil, I'm not going to ask. Not until you're ready. I just wanted to see if you were wanting to try walking again." Dawson said with a slight smile. Regardless of the back stepping that had happened he knew the healing had to be continues.
Basil hesitated but slowly nodded, maybe this time around he would have better luck. If Dawson was wanting him to walk then maybe once he was fully functional he could escape, and maybe get help. But with all his wounds he knew he wasn't going anywhere for a long time…
Dawson helped Basil up on the crunches and slowly got him to walk into the front room; last time he was in there he had seemed to recall most of his memory, maybe it could jog a bit more. At least Dawson hoped.
Olivia smiled big and wanted so badly to hug Basil but knew better now to, instead she just took him by the paw and gave him love to let him know he was in good hands.
Basil tried not to make to much eye contact with the young girl, last thing he needed was Dawson mad at him for that too. Being lead to the same sit as the other night Basil relaxed in it and looked around.
"How are you felling today Basil?" Olivia asked smiling at him.
Basil just nodded in an answer and tried to smile. He hoped she would take it as an okay and leave it at that. But the young mouse didn't, which in turn made Basil look around more panicky as if trying to find a face telling him it was okay.
"Do you remember me yet?" she asked that same hope back in her eye.
Basil didn't wish to answer but looked as if he was going to try, but just then there was a knock on the door.
Mrs. Judson answered it while Dawson and the others watched from the front room couches.
"Good evening madam, my name is Dr. Mc. Himmer...but most call me Clafmore, I just got news the great mouse detective is home and safe. If you would be so kind I would like to take a look at the young fellow."
A mouse, more size of a rat, came into the house.
"He's right over here," Dawson began, "but I can assure you he is in great care with me; after all I myself am a Doctor."
Basil heard Dawson and some else talking, the other voice sounding scary familiar.
As Clafmore came into Basil's view the young detective all but panicked. There in front of him was the man that haunted his dreams, the one who did unspeakable things to him….didn't Dawson know what this 'rat' had done to him? But then how could he not know…after all if he knew Ratigan, he knew Clafmore…
Clafmore reached a paw to Basil's hurt face and gently as he could and rubbed his thumb over the bandage on his right check.
"He has fresh cuts…" Clafmore stated as if hurt by it. "how did that happen?"
Judson took a weak breath "We don't know…he won't speak to us."
Clafmore grinned to himself so no one would see; his plan had worked and was still working.
Basil began to shake violently under Clafmore's touch, "He's not to well with physical contact…a painful trait to deal with indeed."
"If it would be okay with you I would like to take him to my special works center and help him recover there." Basil snake more into his seat, he couldn't go with Clafmore, he just couldn't!
He couldn't stand the thought of being raped again….the things he put in him, the pain he made him suffer, he couldn't, didn't want to go back. He'd take his chances with Ratigan!
Dawson shook his head gently, "It will take time but I'd feel better if he stayed here with me and people he knows."
Basil gave a silent sigh of relief.
Clafmore didn't show it but he become very angry however he stayed calm.
"Understandable." He grinned, "well in any case could I have a moment alone with him, you know just to check his progress, can't see how well his doing with others hovering around him. Could make him feel…intimated." Clafmore said as if he had to look for the word.
Dawson didn't really agree with this thought but decided a short look alone wouldn't hurt to much. "Okay but if its alright with you only a few minutes; most of his wounds I would prefer only I was the one to touch them."
Clafmore nodded.
Every one entered the kitchen and left the other Dr. to his work.
Basil watched the others leave the room and felt his heart jump in fear. He didn't want to be stuck with him! if only he could walk NOW!
"Miss me?" Clafmore asked whispering in his ear. Basil's body shuttered at the warm breath.
"I missed you." he added almost mockingly.
Basil felt his body tremble but didn't dare say a word.
"It's been so long…" Clafmore said, he slowly reached his paw into Basil's pants and over the wraps finding just what he was looking for.
The young detective gasped out and bit his lip, he knew from past experience he was not to make a sound unless told otherwise.
As Clafmore moved his hand Basil gave him begging eyes to stop. But he knew better than anyone he wouldn't.
Clafmore grinned evilly as he moved his paw each time and watched the detective try to hold in his cries and pleas.
"Oh ya, you are just about healed…Ratigan and I will enjoy having you back." He stated smiling.
Basil's breath hitched, and his eyes became wide.
"What? You mean Dawson didn't tell you? You're only here to be healed, once you are at 100% statues you are coming right back to us." Clafmore remarked never losing his grip on Basil.
The detective cried and whimpered a bit, he didn't wish to return to Ratigan and defiantly not Clafmore.
Clafmore increased his speed but just then he heard them coming back and removed his head altogether leaving Basil in a 'on the edge' shape.
"Well?" Dawson asked fully back in the room.
Clafmore smiled a bit and nodded, "He is in good shape…still in need of healing but I know that wouldn't be a problem for you." Clafmore then bowed a bit and headed for the door. "good day chaps." And with that he left.
Dawson didn't trust that man for some reason but didn't want to look to much into it on a count he was not the type to judge.
Walking over to Basil to be sure there was no harm to him, he noticed Basil's face was a bit red, and very hot.
"Basil, are you okay?" Dawson asked worried.
Basil tried to wish his 'problem' away, but after what Clafmore did to him it was just about impossible.
Dawson didn't mean to look but since he had to glance his body to check him he saw it. A budge in Basil's pants just about made Dawson hurt for him.
"Now how did that happen?" Dawson asked half to Basil half to himself. Dawson knew his friend to well and the young man was not at all that way, he had to have help for something this embarrassing to happen.
Lifting Basil up he took him into the room.
"Everyone stay out for a while alright? I'll let you know when you can come in."
Dawson shut the door behind him with a foot and laid Basil down on the bed.
"Please do forgive me Basil, but I'm going to help you….okay?" Dawson asked making sure Basil was going to be fine.
Basil didn't fully hear Dawson and went he felt his pant pulled down he freaked.
"No, no, it's ok…it ok, it's me…" Dawson tried to get his friend to calm down.
Basil didn't care who he was, all he knew was what Clafmore had always done to him when given the chance and started to panic. Sure he wanted what Clafmore did to him to go away but not like this!
Dawson got the hint fast and got up, "Okay clam down Basil…I'll be back later." He slipped out of the room and closed it tight.
Confused yet grateful Basil took care of himself.
Dawson made sure no one went near the bed room door and after he heard a cry from the room he took it as a sign it was safe to enter.
Grabbing a cloth and warm water with soup he entered the room.
Basil laid spread out on the bed, his body was trembling and his face was flushed with sham.
"You feel better?" Dawson asked sweetly dipping the cloth in the water bowl.
Basil didn't answer instead he rolled over so to not face Dawson.
The Dr. couldn't be more understanding. After all he knew just how he felt, he had been around long enough to have heal just about every medical problem out there, sexual harassment being part of it.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up…" Dawson gently rolled Basil back over so he could clean what was made. Basil whimpered but didn't fight.
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"His GONE!!!!!" a raring voice boomed in the lair.
"I assure you I had no idea he still had the will to fight little lone escape right from under me and Felicia." Clafmore said in a small lie as to explain Basil's disappearance. He had been everywhere and soon knew he would have to tell his friend if he ever wanted a chance at finding his 'pet' again.
"I want him found! NOW!!!!!" Ratigan yelled in pure anger.
"If there is a chance he is alive he will talk about my survival, I must find a new place to go in the time being…" he continued. "And Clafmore." His friend who was headed for the door stopped and turned to face the rat, "Yes…"
"I want you to be the one to deliver him to me…dead or alive…preferably alive. If he thought I put him though torture before, just wait 'til I get my hands on him again….I'll personally rip out his insides in the most painful of ways…" he said both evilly and angrily.
Clafmore being angry his plan didn't work went and told Ratigan about his disappearance; however he wasn't about to tell him he had already found him…that would come later, for now the rat had to believe he would just now be looking for him.
"Of course, I'll get right on it." With that Clafmore grinned and headed out the door, five of Ratigan's henchmen following.
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