A/N: Lol, hi guys! How's life? Mhmm... yup, okay. I just finished babysitting for five hours... not fun. I feel like dying. My headache is awful... ugh... bye bye!
Ghost sighed and ran a hand through Roach's hair. He had him in his lap and they were sitting in the rec room with everyone else. The younger man was still asleep and Ghost was extremely bored without him.
"Okay. So again, what happened last night?" Price asked, his stern gaze fixed on the neat line of stitches that ran up Roach's leg.
He sighed in annoyance.
"I already told you guys. He had a night terror. He tore his leg open on the edge of the coffee table. I sedated him. I stitched his leg up. End of story." He snapped.
"But... but I thought he wasn't having the really bad night terrors anymore." Logan said uncertainly.
"He wasn't. I think John being here triggered it."
"That's a good point. We should get rid of John." Hesh said with a grin.
Ghost shook his head.
"Roach would murder us."
"Oh yeah? How would you know?" Kick asked, crossing his arms defiantly.
"Because he won't even let any of us near the room, much less would he sit back and watch while we got rid of John."
"But John's a problem!" Keegan spat.
"Of course he is. He's a dumbass. Has anyone ever met a dumbass who wasn't a problem?" Toad laughed.
Roach stirred and sat up, rubbing at his eyes.
"Hi." He mumbled, his voice raspy.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Ghost asked.
"Well my leg- oh..." He looked up and down the line of stitches, "Damn coffee table..."
"Oh, so you remember?"
"Duh, who could forget being murdered by a fucking coffee table?"
"Dude, it didn't murder you."
"Oh great. Now you're siding with it." He sighed, crossing his arms.
Ghost raised an eyebrow.
"Roach, I can't 'side with the coffee table'. It's not alive and there are no sides."
He huffed and said, "Says you. That coffee table's evil..."
A few of the Ghosts laughed at him.
"Is the coffee table your arch enemy?" Logan asked through his giggles.
"Yeah, bitch. Don't be judgin' people."
"Damn, Ghost. What the hell did you give him?" Soap laughed.
"Nothing, other than pain meds. He's just being weird."
"So... what was the nightmare about?" Archer asked curiously.
Roach glared at him.
"Who says I'm tellin' you?"
"No one... I was just curious..."
"Well stop being curious. It's annoying." He replied shortly, standing and carefully limping to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" Ghost asked, standing and following him.
"To play with Johnny boy."
"No no no, not while your injured." He said, grabbing his arm.
"My prisoner, my rules." He retorted, pulling his arm away from him.
"Technically we caught him, so he's our prisoner."
"Well technically I tracked him down, so he's mine." Roach spat back, turning back to the door.
"But..."
"Bye."
He was just about to walk through the door when he heard footsteps coming from down the hall. He stopped and listened, recognizing them immediately. His face lit up and he bolted from the room.
"Oi! No running! You'll tear your stitches!" Keegan yelled after him.
He ran until he reached the person he was looking for, then leapt from the ground and tackled them in a bone-crushing hug.
"LUUUUKKKKKEEEEEE!" He squealed.
"G... Gary... you're squishing a-all... my v-vital organs..." Luke gasped.
Roach hugged him tighter.
"I don't care! I missed yooouuuu!"
"Y-yeah... well I care..." He croaked.
Roach finally let him go and just laid on the floor beside him.
"So why are you here?"
"Cause I missed you, too." Luke lied easily.
Truthfully, Archer had told him that John was here. He had come to see how Roach was doing.
"Where's everyone else?"
"In the rec room, let's go!" Roach said happily, jumping up and pulling him to his feet.
They entered the rec room and everyone else looked up with smiles.
"Hi Luke!" They chorused.
"Hi, how has everyone been?" He asked.
After everyone finished talking, Roach turned to the door.
"I uh... gotta go..." He mumbled, shuffling out the door.
"I'll be back." Luke said.
He left the room and came back a few minutes later, dragging Roach in with him.
"You can't leave me! I missed you, asshole! So come sit with me before I slap you!"
He sighed and sat down with him. Luke pulled his injured leg into his lap and eyed the line of stitches.
"Damn. What happened to you?" He asked.
"Coffee tables are evil beings." He replied, making a face.
"Oh... you're such a clutz."
"I am not! It's not my fault!"
"Ghost, who's fault was it?" Luke asked, turning to him.
"Definitely Roach's."
Roach glared at him, but didn't say anything. Luke laughed and poked his cheek.
"Dude, your face is gonna get stuck like that if you aren't careful."
"Mhmm, whatever. Oh! Did you hear about my prisoner?"
"I did. Personally, I think he should be killed. Keeping him here is gonna bother you."
Roach waved a hand at him.
"Nah, I'm good."
"Liar. You didn't sleep last night. Your eyes look like death."
"Haha, see guys? This is why we love Luke." Soap laughed.
"Yup, and this is why I don't care."
"I... don't think we should keep John here either." Ghost said quietly.
"That asshole deserves to suffer. End of story." Roach said.
"Of course he does, but it's bothering you too. You had an awful night terror last night and if that's gonna happen every time you sleep, I don't think having John here is worth it."
"You had a night terror? What about?" Luke asked, looking curiously at Roach.
He sighed and said in Korean, "Charlie. He had the knife in his chest and maggots were everywhere. We were in a teeny tiny pitch black room. He was mad at me because I got him killed, so he killed me."
Luke's eyebrows flew up.
"How many times do I need to tell you that his death wasn't your fault?! It was John's fault. John is the bad guy here. So stop feeling guilty."
"Yeah, okay."
"But... you said you were in a tiny dark room? Is your claustrophobia still bothering you?"
He nodded.
"Yes, but I'll be fine. It's not too bad."
"Really? So if I put you in a bathroom stall and locked the door, you wouldn't freak?" He prodded.
Roach fidgeted and mumbled something unintelligible in reply.
"Ugh, see! I told you to stop lying! Stop it!" Luke scolded, whacking him on the head.
"Owww!"
"Well you deserved it."
"Bitch."
"Asshole."
Roach stuck his tongue out at him and Luke flipped him off. Roach paused for a moment, trying to think of something to do next..
"Haha, I win." Luke said happily.
"No you don't!"
"Yes I do. But I still love you, though."
Roach pouted and sighed.
"Jackass." He muttered.
Luke glared at him in disapproval.
"I already won."
"Yeah, well now I win."
"It doesn't work that way." He sighed.
"I say it does."
"Ugh, whatever."
A/N: Yay! Luke is back! Yasss... anyone know what to do with John? Like should he escape? Ooh, it'd be cool if he escaped and Roach ran off to hunt him down... hmmm... please review! ;D