Chapter 11

BitterCherries: There will be more Bryan/Tala moments later on, trust me.

russle: You can say so much with so little. Yes, the brawl is good, and Panas is my favourite OC I've made for Beyblade (I have three main ones), and that needle...

Black Jaggan: "Bryan fixing Tala up"? You can work so much into that. But then, I think that was your idea, am I right? :p

Jay Kamiya: Hope Boris doesn't find out? So do I...

Matty KakaSaku rulz: He's going to do something that will hurt one hell of a lot. -_-

phoenix the 1st: I love the Demo Boys and the White Tigers. But yeah, you're right about Ian. Kev's the same. ^_~

LadyOrient: Hey! You guessed it! *^_^*

Castles in the Sky: Like the new name. It's catchy. And yep, that's what Bryan is doing all right.

Ashla: I've had no stiches, but I've had 42 staples up my side after my back op. Cut all the way through. _

eyriess: #^_^# Um.... #^_^#

So they escaped. But it is far from over. And now, lets see if we can find out what Bryan was up too.

Disclaimer: See first page

"I think I know what he's going to do," Panas said as he watched Spencer set Tala down on the bed. "That wound on his leg…"

Ian winced. "Do you think he would actually…"

Spencer nodded. "Bryan will do what he must do."

Ian shuddered. "Jeez it's cold down here."

Panas closed one of the doors leading into the shaft, then the other before stepping to a boxlike unit near the generator and hitting a few buttons, a warm breeze filtering from it. "We only fixed this about four months ago. We had to wait for them to throw out the right bits."

Spencer crossed to the cabinet near the stove and began looking through it, picking out a can as Panas retrieved a pot and set it on the stove, Spencer finding a can opener and opening the can, dumping the contents into the pot as Ian crept toward the team captain, inspecting his wounds.

"Boris worked them over good," Ian commented, frowning as he spotted one of the marks. "Hey Spence, does this look like a burn to you?"

Spencer joined Ian, taking in the mark the younger was pointing too. "Yeah, it does. I saw a couple on Bryan too."

Panas looked over his shoulder, dark hair falling into his eyes. "Hot rod, most likely. Bryan told me a few years ago that Boris poked him with a hot rod because Bryan answered him back."

"Bryan's always answering Boris back," Ian said, smoothing back Tala's hair, frown deepening as his fingers came away sticky with blood. "They're a real mess. Boris must have been really pissed with them."

Spencer looked at him. "They lost their battles, they lost the tournament." Spencer frowned as he remembered his shock as Bryan had been thrown back from the dish, Falborg exploding as Bryan slammed facedown and unconscious onto the ground. The look of pure amazement on Tala's face as he realised that his own battle was over, that he had been defeated, Wolborg beaten by the Dragoon.

Panas stirred the contents of the pot. "There's a rumour that it was Boris's fault they were beaten."

"I only won cause the dish was water and Seaborg is a water beast, while Kai's Dranzer is fire." Spencer shrugged. "Not sure about Bryan, but it Boris's fault Tala lost. Boris did something to Tala that messed up his mind."

Ian frowned. "But it must have been Boris's fault that Bryan lost. Bryan never loses. He's one of the best bladers in the Abbey."

"He is the best blader in the Abbey," Panas corrected. "Or at least as far as I am concerned. I can see no reason as to why Bryan would have lost."

"I underestimated my opponent." They looked up to see Bryan leaning against the door to bathroom, watching them. The corners of his eyes tightened. "Never do that."

Ian nodded, looking over him. "Want me to get you some fresh clothes?"

"Do that." Bryan nodded toward the teen on the bed. "Get some for Wolf too."

Ian nodded and scrambled to his feet, disappearing through the doorway that led back to the Abbey. Bryan limped toward the table and dropped into a seat, looking toward Panas.

"Nice job with the brawl."

Panas grinned. "We've been itching for a fight for ages. You gave us a good reason."

"Wish I could have stayed and watched. I like a good slug match."

"Especially when you're in the middle of it," Spencer said with a knowing grin.

Bryan met his eye. "Even better when I start it."

"But nothing can go passed being the one to end it, I'll bet." Panas dumped the contents of a pot onto a plate, setting it in front of Bryan. "To get your strength up."

Bryan raised an eyebrow. "You're expecting me to eat with my fingers?"

Panas threw a fork at him.

Bryan looked around as Spencer retrieved the first aide kit and moved toward Tala, before setting his eyes on Panas. "Remember anything about putting bones back into place?"

Panas nodded. "One of the first things I learnt."

Bryan held out an arm, Panas noting the swelling. "Care to do the honours?"

Panas hesitated, then stepped forward, taking the arm. He felt along the bones, finding the broken one, locking eyes with Bryan, who was watching his face. With an expert twist, Panas snapped the bones back into place, stomach twisting though Bryan didn't flinch despite the fact it would have hurt immensely. Spencer looked up, marvelling at the stamina of his teammate before returning his attention to his captain.

Panas left soon after that, needing to report back to his trainers so not to be missed. Bryan ate is silence, watching Spencer work out of the corner of his eye, Ian returning with a couple of bags of clothing and the beyblades of his teammates.

After finishing his meal, Bryan went for a shower, grateful to wash away the blood and sweat from his body. Donning fresh clothing, he finished patching up his wounds, exhaustion playing through him.

"Get some sleep," Spencer said when Bryan emerged from the bathroom. "You look like you're going to fall over again."

Bryan wanted to argue, but the constant fuzziness of his vision was enough to make him head for the bed, flopping out beside Tala and instantly falling into a restless slumber. Ian exchanged a look with Spencer, who frowned and shook his head.

"He's only human," Spencer reminded his young comrade. "He's been through a lot."

Ian hesitated, glancing at his watch. "We've got to get back, before we're missed."

Spencer nodded his agreement, standing. "Let's go then. They should be right."

Nap time. And in case you're wondering, Panas, Ian, Spencer, and anyone else who comes to visit can only remain for a short amount of time else the guards will notice and come looking, as well as giving them away as having had something to do with the escape.