A/N- sorry bout teh late update... one of mah other fics (The Draconian Guardians... GO READ IT!) got messed up and i had to rearrange ALL the chapters so that the story made sense once more... sorry again...

Enrique stared sadly out the window of the Queen Mother's hospital in London. He was sat on a chair by the window of Oliver's hospital room; had been for some time.

His teammates had given up on coaxing him to go back to the hotel. He wouldn't leave Oliver and that was final. He was sure that Oliver could somehow sense he was here, and he knew Oliver needed him.

Nearby, the said French boy lay in the white hospital bed. Various drips were connected to him, a breathing and heart monitor also attached to him too. His forearm, shoulder, neck and head were bandaged; all the wounds having been inflicted upon him during his match against Miguel.

"Enrique…" The calm voice of his captain said softly to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Come on. You need rest."

Robert was actually expecting Enrique not to move, but the blonde stood and began to walk out.

"Contact me if something happens…" He murmured, sparing one last look before leaving.

Johnny sighed and moved over Oliver, placing the pink blade on the bedside table and absentmindedly brushing a few strands of green hair out of the French boy's face.

"I've never seen Enrique this sad before." Johnny commented, looking over at Robert who was standing by the window. "Never ever. I always thought the bastard didn't have a heart…"

"Everyone has a heart, Johnny." Robert replied. "It is just that many don't realise it." He gave a small smile. "Just like you never realised you respected Oliver this much."

"Oh, shut up, you smartarse." Johnny retorted, slumping in the bedside chair. "So what's happening? We going to warn Tyson or-?"

"Johnny, we can't just leave-"

"Well, Enrique can stay and-"

"So are you."

"What?" Johnny shot out of his chair and marched over to the German noble. "I ain't staying here. If you're going, I am."

"Someone needs to look after them."

"Nah ah, I am not being left alone with two guys that can't keep their fingers, not to mention mouths, off each other. Need I repeat; if you're going, I am."

Robert chuckled, a smile on his face. "You know, you always find a way to lighten a situation; whether it's done purposely or accidentally, I don't know."

"Does it matter? Now, tell me that I'm going with you."

Robert smirked and leant in. "…" He paused. "No."

Johnny growled and turned his back on his captain. "God! You infuriate me so much!" She shot a glare over his shoulder. "You are a complete and utter arse, do you know that?"

Robert chuckled again and walked past him. "Now that's the good, old Johnny."

"What do you-" He paused for a mere second. He frowned. "You planned that all along, didn't you?"

"I needed to get you back to your old self… Jonathon."

"Oh for Pete's sake!" Johnny howled as he followed Robert out the door; he shut the door behind him, and, even with it closed, one could still hear the Scottish boy's voice- "I'm surprised you don't have, 'I'm an arse; kick me' written on your forehead, you bastard!"

I love Johnny, really... But Oli first... hmmmm...

1) Oliver
2) Johnny
3) Enrique & Robert (since no one shall be last!)

BUT I LOVE THEM ALL SOOO MUCH! all equally, but if i had to make a list like that, it would look like that... i'm torn between Enrique and Robert... hence there not being a fourth as well as the reason supplied!

Who's your fav Majestic?

Anywho, review!