*wipes sweat from brow* This chapter I couldn't help but rewrite like five times. I just wasn't settling with it well at first... But finally I got it done. *heavy sigh* Though I must say I am starting to feel a little unwell... So I am trying to pop out chapter after chapter as best and quickly as I can before I become too sick to do so...

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The warmth that surrounded him was comfortable and welcoming. It helped ease the slight ache in his entire body and soothed his chills down to small trembles every once and a while. A foggy darkness filled his mind as he tried to recall just where he was and how the hell he got there. Every time he brushed against a shady memory it drifted out of reach and left him even more confused.

For a few minutes he just lay there in the empty void of warmth and darkness trying to collect himself before he would have to eventually wake up. Though he was wondering faintly just where he would wake up at.

After what seemed like an eternity, and enough preparation for whatever may come, he began to struggle towards consciousness. The world around him began to become clearer as he slowly began to awake. Something soft was beneath him signifying a bed of some sort.

A blanket brought up to his shoulders warm and thick is what kept him rather toasty and for a mere moment he let himself indulge in the relaxing comfort. Then he focused on trying to open his eyes. He could hear something. It sounded like… Voices… Sadly in his feverish state he couldn't make out the jumbled words being said a short distance from him. Though they sounded… Tense?

Jason frowned slightly as he finally succeeded in his efforts and was met with a blinding light. A groan left his lips as he closed his eyes against the penetrating light which caused his head to ache horribly. He felt as if he had drank his weight in alcohol and was now suffering the effects of the world's worst hangover. Though the wheezing from his lungs reminded him that he was just horribly sick. Collecting himself once again he peeked his eyes open slowly and blinked against the harsh light until he had adjusted.

Idly he found himself staring up at a blank white ceiling. Well that wasn't what he was expecting to see. Carefully he turned his head to look around and saw himself lying in a moderate sized bed tucked under two thick blankets. The room wasn't overly large but wasn't exactly small either and he realized he faintly recognized the room. But from where…?

Finally his gaze turned to the door of the room which was slightly ajar and held the source of the voices. There were two of them and they were trying to talk quietly, at least for his sake. Blinking heavily he remained silent as he decided to try and listen to their conversation.

"I still say it would be wise to return him to his family. They must be worried for his safety. He isn't in the best of health after all." A familiar feminine voice responded curtly to the other.

"I know, I know. But we should wait until he wakes up. Talk with him about it. I mean, you should have seen how pissed he looked before I knocked him out! I don't want to be the one he comes after first when he wakes up because we took him back to his family without talking to him first." Another familiar voice, male, older.

It didn't take much brain power for Jason to realize just who snatched him up. Especially as the memories came rushing back. Leaving the manor, sitting upon the rooftop arguing internally with himself. The dark figure standing a few feet away as darkness started to claim him.

"Fine. But we should at least inform the others that we have him in our care…." The woman said softly as her voice drew closer to the door which slowly began to open, as if she came to check on him. "Oh!" A familiar orange skinned head with brilliant, yet odd, green eyes poked in and stared at him. "You're awake." She smiled as she entered the room fully.

"Kori…" Jason rasped wincing at his sore throat. Behind her a familiar red-headed man poked his head in and beamed brightly at the sickly younger man.

"Jaybird! Welcome to the world of the living!" He laughed brightly as he entered the room only to have to dodge of a pillow flying his way. "Whoa! Hey!" The older man said holding his arms in front of him protectively.

"You fucking drugged me?!" The younger yelled hoarsely from where he was sat up on the bed glaring daggers at his teammate. He was glad it wasn't Bats who had been the one to find him but he was pissed that he had to be drugged in the damn process.

"Hey, in my defense, I saw how pissed you were…. I didn't want to have my head bitten off!" Roy offered only to earn a sharp slap from the alien woman to the shoulder. "Ow! Kori!" Came his whine in response.

"Jason, how are you feeling?" Kori asked softly as she brushed past her boyfriend and sat on the edge of the bed, at Jason's feet. When the young wayward bird was about to respond he tensed and leaned over to start retching. Thankfully Kori had seen this coming and there was a bucket present next to the bed. Both his friends cringed at the noises and the way Jason trembled feebly once he finished. With a groan he flopped weakly back onto the bed.

"Fan-fucking-tastic." Was his weak response as he closed his eyes and tried to calm down his nauseated stomach. "So… Where exactly did you take me?" He mumbled opening his fevered teal eyes to stare at Roy accusingly. The red-head beamed brightly at his friend.

"My safe-house. The one located on the far side of Gotham. Undetectable by Bats and the gang." He informed Jason as if he didn't know this already. Ah yes, that's why this place looked so familiar. Only he has been here a few times and each time he had been unconscious when he was brought here. At least he was safe from Bruce and his flock of birds for the time being.

"How did you find me?" The younger man asked after a long silence rubbing at his head slowly. Wanting to know exactly why his teammates were back in Gotham. They had been half way across the world for a little winter vacation after all. Which was supposed to extend another two weeks.

"Well, the other day Dick called and told me how you were brought to the manor sick out of your mind. So me and Kori thought, why not go visit him? Try to cheer him up!" Roy began to explain with child-like excitement as he moved closer to the bed. "We used our badass ship to come and see you, but then we saw that you had left the manor via your communicator." Which was always on him. No matter what. He wanted to make sure his friends could always contact him. "I went to go talk to you, ask you why the hell you were out in such weather in the state you were in, and then I saw how mad you looked. The only thing I could think of was to knock you out and drag you here. Calm you down a bit."

Once the red-head finished his rather winded explanation Jason turned his fevered teal eyes up to the ceiling and grimaced. Still it was much better than Bruce and his brothers finding him. He knew once they eventually did, and they always find him, he would be given one hell of a lecture from not only Bruce and Dick, but Alfred as well.

"How long have I been out then?" Jason grumbled as he shifted on the bed ignoring the rising nausea in his stomach. It was starting to feel too hot to him so he pulled himself free of the warm blanket even more than before.

"Just about an hour or two. Not very long." Now there was just one more question to ask.

"Have you informed Batman or any of them?" Roy and Kori shared a look before looking to Jason.

"We were waiting till you woke up before we made that decision." Kori informed him gently putting a hand to his leg comfortingly. Jason sighed and ran a hand through his sweat streaked hair. Wincing from the pounding of his head.

"The least we could do is at least tell them you are okay. They must be freaking the fuck out." Roy said leaning against the wall next to the bed.

"Yeah… Alright." Jason muttered before suddenly a phone was tossed into his lap. A frown made its way across his face as he looked up at Roy who was holding up his hands.

"No way in hell I am going to be the one to tell them. Do you know what Dick will do to me if he found out I stole away his little brother? Hell do you know what Bruce will do to me? I wanna live Jaybird!" He whined earning a sharp glare from the younger ill man on the bed.

"Fine. Pussy." Came the muttered reply as the wayward bird entered in a familiar number he sadly knew by heart. A frown on his face as it rung only once before it was picked up.

"Roy, thank god, it's Jason! He is missing and we need your help finding him!"

The eldest boy wonder said with panic clear in his voice which echoed slightly in the background causing Jason to realize he was in the cave.

"Dickhead, calm your shit. I'm fine."

And he knew hell was about to break.

The panic that had consumed Dick was that of an older brothers worry and fear for his sickly younger brother. His estranged, volatile, murderous younger brother who had a head as thick as iron. He stood before the Batcomputer watching as Bruce spoke softly with the Oracle as they tried to find just where the hell the second eldest went.

All of the Batclan had just recently returned after an hour of useless searching. The most they conjured up was evidence that Jason had come across someone rather unfriendly. Dick had felt his heart all but stop when he saw the disturbed snow upon the rooftop of the closest building towards the manor. Even more so when he found the empty syringe.

The four then searched high and low in every direction of Gotham only to come up with nothing else. It was clear to the other Robins that Bruce was on edge that they hadn't found Jason. His eyes held a haunted look to them. As if he was prepared to find the body of the wayward Robin instead of him alive and breathing.

Part of Dick came to realize that is what they could potentially find. It was bellowing freezing outside and Jason was already experiencing symptoms close to pneumonia. Hell, that was probably what he had. That part of Dick was the part he strongly ignored. No way would he believe that his brother was dead. Jason wouldn't give in that easily to some damn sickness. He was a fighter first and foremost.

So when his phone rang to show the number of his close friend Roy Harper his heart started racing. Once he answered it though relief, anger, and distress filled his heart at the familiar, yet hoarse, voice of his little brother.

"Jason!" He yelled catching the attention of the other occupants in the cave. Bruce immediately stood up and stared intently at Dick. Damian and Tim moved closer, the latter with a tinge of hope in his eyes. Even after all the things Jason had done, he was still family. After all he has come through to save them all before more than once. Which the wayward bird refused to come to terms with. Stating that he just couldn't let someone else kill them when that was clearly his job. Dick never believed him.

"Shut up!" Jason said with clear pain in his voice. "My head already hurts enough without you screeching into my fucking ear." But the anger in his voice didn't matter to Dick. His brother was alive and well.

"Where are you? Is Roy with you?" Dick asked eagerly as he gripped the phone to his ear noticing how the other members of his family were standing a few feet away most likely listening to the conversation as best they could.

"Yes Roy is with me. Kori too." The younger clearly skipped over the first question. "They insisted that I called your sorry ass's to at least inform you that I was alright. Better thank them for that. Otherwise I would have left you all in the dark." His voice was cold and indifferent causing the elder man to bit his lip.

"Well where are you? We can come get you." He said trying to sound cheerful but failing miserably.

"No dice dickhead." Came his slow reply. "You had your chance to 'care' for me. You fucked up. Majorly. No way I am coming back now." Dick's heart fell at that. He had been feigning hope that Jason would return back to the manor. For a number of reasons.

"Jaybird-"

"I said no, dumbass." Jason practically snarled into the phone. "Leave it at that." Just when Dick was going to retaliate to his rebellious brother he heard him start coughing. He winced at the noise and waited for it to pass. But it never did.

There was a loud gasping noise and the sounds of struggling as if he was fighting something or someone. Two familiar voices yelled Jason's name in the background and the phone was dropped somewhere muffling the noises of his brother's desperate fight for breath.

"Jason?!" He yelled as the odd sounds continued.

"Shit! Kor prop him up! Hurry!" Roy's voice sounded faintly through the phone. His grip on the device tightened and he was growing pale. Out of the corner of his eye he saw how tense Bruce was.

"Roy? Kori? Guys what's wrong!" He said hoping one of them would pick up the damn phone. There was shifting and he could still hear the gasping and rough coughing.

"Dick, we are bringing him to you. He is coughing up a shit ton of blood." The red-headed man informed with clear panic in his voice before he started worriedly yelling instructions at Kori on how to help Jason breathe better. Cold fear gripped Dick's heart at the information and he almost dropped the phone.

"We will be there in around ten minutes. You better- Shit! Jason!" Then the line went dead and Dick actually did drop the phone. He turned shakily to his family and met Bruce's worried blue eyes.

"R-Roy and Kori are… Are bringing Jason here… He's coughing up blood." Dick swallowed thickly and just stared at Bruce who took this information in.

"Go tell Alfred. Warn him of what is going on." Bruce informed rather softly as the older man closed his eyes and took in a shaky breath. The younger man nodded and bolted from the stairs.

Jay don't you fucking dare die… Please…

Admit it. None of you thought it would be Roy and Kori who found him. *giggles*