wasurenaikara: lol... Thank you... -blushing- I've had the idea for this for a very long time, since the beginning of this year, in fact... But I've only just finished working out all the bits and peices, and yet I still find plotholes and other annoying things... T-T Anyway... Ian's... -starts bawling-
frosticdranzergal: PLUSHIES! I love plushies! -glomps Spencer one- I love you! -finds Bryan one and makes them kiss- Aw... OK! Sorry I'm crazy... Thank you and I can't wait...!
sailor-stardestroyer13: Thank you, lol... It's alright, my computer's broken now too... I'm writing and updating this on my aunt's comp... Anyway... Thank you again! -wave-
aries1391: Thank you... Eh... Ian? ... I really don't have a reason... Let's just call it luck...
Drawfire: ... Eh... Cause he's lucky...? -silence- Thank you, I'm just moving this way... -slinks away-
Jaganthunder: Eh... Not from what I know... It's a coincidence that they both have the same hair and eye colour, except in different tones... Tala's are more vibrant, while Jamie's are more towards pastel red and blue... Thank you for reveiwing!
Fire - Thank you for the longer than normal reveiws! Not that that's bad, I rather like them… They give me something to comment on... Oh and don't be scared to ask questions... I like answering them too!
Now... Please understand that this was written on and off between study sessions, so... Yeah...
Disclaimer: Read the Prologue...
Chapter 10
He was roused from his sleep by harsh shaking, his eyes cracking open abruptly. He lashed out, hitting the intruder square in the jaw, "Ow, Tal."
The red head blinked, eventually moving to rub his eyes. He frowned when he noticed who it was. "What?" He asked irritably, sitting up on his elbows, glaring tiredly.
"Boris will be back tomorrow Tal, I suggest we train at least once." That made the red head jump up, hurriedly getting dressed. If Boris found out they hadn't worked, they were going to be punished, and not only with verbal insults.
"When tomorrow?" He asked as he turned to look up at Spencer, the blonde's sea blue eyes glimmering with a dislike. But there was a certain… something there too, he'd never seen it there before. He stared quirkily up at the blonde, making Spencer stare back with a confused look, though it morphed into an amused stare and smirk.
"The usual time tomorrow." He paused, raising a blonde brow in question, "Is there something on my face?"
Tala shook his head absently, quickly brushing his hair before he grabbed the dull grey beyblade from off the cupboard. He watched as the blonde opened the door, moving out into the hallway, "Is Bryan up yet?"
Spencer shook his head, his eyes falling to the floor momentarily, "I was just on my way over there."
"But I thought his room was closer to yours than mine..." The red head said quietly, again staring at the blonde.
Spencer nodded, "I was visiting Ian."
Tala eyes shot up, his voice near strangled with poorly hidden worry, "How is he? He's alive? Is he any better? That doctor had better not have killed him..." Spencer watched in amusement as the teen ran off several more questions, warnings and threats, eventually quieting to an awkward, embarassed silence.
He'd obviously hadn't gotten too much sleep the night before, the light bags under Tala's eyes told him that. The level of which the red head's hair was messed up that morning also said that he'd been restless.
Not that he hadn't worried. He'd started pacing several times during the night, to both calm his rigid nerves and make himself tired again. His mind had wandered, from Ian to Bryan and back again, both problems confusing him greatly. He'd found he really couldn't bare it any longer when he'd awoken that morning.
He sighed, making Tala glance up at him, still waiting for his answers, "Ian's better than yesterday." He paused, waiting to see if Tala was going to comment. When he didn't he cleared his throat softly and continued, "Jamie says he should be better in about two days, three at the most. He's working on getting solids into him when he wakes up. So no… You can not castrate the doctor."
Tala nodded with a sigh, his heart was still beating rapidly in his chest. This was good, Ian was getting better, he was... being experimented on. He held in a growl, knowing very well that Spencer would be on his case if he heard him.
He knew Spencer could tell of his exhaustion, the sloppiness of his actions and slower reaction rate was proving too impossible to hide. But the entire 'Ian situation' had him worried sick, his mighty captain and protective brother traits making him angry at everyone, and sensitive to many subjects. Boris would have called it weakness, were he seeig his behavior.
He smirked to himself, earning a curious look from Spencer. He smiled innocently up at the blonde, before he let his head roll back, cracking and releasing some of the stiffness in his neck, "Ian'll taunt me for the rest of my life if he finds out how worried I am." His eyes flickered over to Spencer, "What are you smiling about?"
o0o0o
"Ian?" Jamie lighlty felt the teen's forehead, smiling slightly. He watched as the boy's chest rose and fell steadily, feeling himself relax slightly. He continued to talk, "Your fever's nearly gone. It shows you're getting better." He watched as the boy continued sleeping, seemingly a lot easier than the past few nights. He glanced up at the clock. Five o'clock in the morning, it said in big red letters. It was a digital clock and had an alarm and speaker on it.
He sighed, falling back into the chair nearest to the bed, his eyes feeling prickly, his eyes lids heavy and falling. He'd had hardly any sleep over the past two nights.
He stared at the bed, almost wishing it would enlarge. But… His head tilted with the innocent thought, his health was important too. He looked down at the boy.
He sighed, kicking off his shoes, setting his mobile phone's alarm for eight that morning. He carefully clambered into the bed with Ian settling himself behind the boy. He smiled drunkenly as he laid down, using his arm as a pillow as he settled, closing his eyes.
He heard a groan, and felt Ian roll over, clinging to his torso. His eyes never opening as he wrapped his own arm around the boy.
He smiled, the kid was cute.
o0o0o
He growled loudly, pouring himself a glass of whatever was in the fridge messily. Jamie wasn't back. He hadn't called for two days. He hadn't been home for two days!
He was worried, very worried. He'd called his mobile a few dozen times, he'd called Jamie's parents several times as well, but they hadn't seen him.
He leant back in his chair, sitting quietly in front of the phone.
Had Boris found out about Jamie and himself going to the police?
The question rang again and again in his head, several answers and out comes joining in too. He sighed, maybe he had a problem at work? Boris wasn't home yet, or if he was he, he wasn't back at the Abbey.
He tipped his head back gulping down what he now realised was sour milk. But he didn't care, he just wanted Jamie to ring, or at least message him.
Then the telephone rung, making his eyes snap up, and he lunged violently for it, "Hello?" He asked breathelessly. His heart was pounding and his head felt dizzy with worry.
The voice at the end of the phone was hesitant, his loud, worried, shaky voice had startled the person, "Hello, is Mr Greenaway there?"
"No, who's speaking."
"Sergeant Davies. Who's this?"
"I'm Jamie's boyfriend." The words left his lips mechanically, his heart having relaxed to it's proper rythme. His eyes were narrow, and he was glaring lightly at the phone.
The other man's voice burst thrrough the phone, "Ah! I've heard about you, is there any way you could come around?"
He looked down at the wheelchair he was sitting in, his eyes softening sadly. He answered in a dreary monotone, "It'd be easier if you came around here."
"Alright, I'll see you then, no point wasting money on a phone call if I can meet you both in person."
He nodded, "True, I'll see you around at five?"
"Five it is. Good bye."
"Bye."
He sighed as he hung up the phone, the bizarrely short and informal conversation replaying in his mind. He sighed, "Where are you Jamie?" He let his eyes fall on the glass he'd used, sighing again before he wheeled himself to the kitchen.
o0o0o
Spencer watched with feigned amusement as Tala's blade was hammered out of the dish. Adding more to his amusement was Tala's mumbled curses, while Bryan grinned slightly, taunting his captain.
The blonde had sighed when the small swapping of insults and witty comebacks turned into a full blown argument, as he laid back, ready to start in sit ups. He had smirked and begun counting backwards in his head from fifty, eventually stopping to witness their match.
It had seemed that without Ian to pick on and argue with, Tala had turned to Bryan, making the usual quieter boy disappear as their voices excalated and tempers flared with both annoyance and frustration. It made the blonde curious and some what surprised that with just one of them gone, this change had appeared. He wondered if (if the situation called for it) Tala would have vented out his frustrations upon himself. He smirked, not that he'd never fight back.
Spencer's thoughts, and the other teens' argument was silenced as a voice sounded over the intercom, immediatley catching the three boys' attention as their names were mentioned. Spencer sent both Bryan and Tala a look of concern, and they mirrored it back perfectly. It hadn't taken them more than 15 minutes to enter the medical facilities, finding Jamie waiting for them at the far back wall.
Tala bolted over to him, questioning the doctor loudly as he slid to a halt in front of him.
"Ian is the reason I called you three over." The doctor sent them off a kind smile, "Come on, to his room."
o0o0o
Boris stared out the car's window, his usually amused scarlett eyes, dull and bleary. He was bored, and he was worrying over the Abbey's students. He'd just received word of the enhancer's effect on most of the boys and had been restless ever since.
He took another sip of his coffee as he shifted, sitting up straighter.
He needed to have some results by the end of the month; even with Voltaire's happy act, he'd noticed the man was steadily growing more and more impatient with every new peice of information. His frown deepened, Voltaire didn't understand their need to be patient.
"Driver... Take me to the abbey."
"Sir?"
"Move it, I need to get some work done."
The driver nodded slightly, turning the wheel quickly. Boris smirked, his eyes glowing with mischeif.
It was the others' turn.
o0o0o
Tala was grinning like a lunatic when he'd caught sight of Ian, his legs moving him swiftfully over to the mangled bed and exhausted looking 13 year old.
Spencer smiled slightly as he watched the exchange, Tala hugging Ian, Ian making smart comments towards the red head. Bryan and himself had quickly hugged the shorter boy, smiling constantly at his tired face and near constant yawning. Jamie was up and hushing them all a moment later, his hands out in front of him as he explained Ian's condition.
"He's been in an exhausted state. This was caused by the enhancer, or that's what I've worked it out to be. Most of the other boys have gone through near the exact same thing." Spencer nodded in understanding, watching silently as the doctor's eyes scanned the other occupants in the room. "The drug sped everything in his body up, making it work harder than it needed to when he received it. That is why you felt so tired. I think your body is used to it now," He gestured, making Ian nod, "But you'll feel weak for a little longer, maybe a day with how well you're doing."
The news made Ian grin, "Finally I can have a shower and get out of this bed. It's driving me crazy!"
Tala smirked, "You mean you know what one is?"
"Of course I do." He huffed, folding his arms, "Just because I don't spend 15 minutes washing my hair, doesn't mean I don't." He smirked, his eyes widening, mouth agape when Tala grabbed his shirt's collar.
The other three couldn't help but chuckle as Tala swore and shook the teen, his icy eyes alight and screaming death towards the midget.
Spencer glanced up at Jamie in surprise after a while, feeling the doctor's eyes on him, "What?"
"You three will be receiving it next."
Bryan's eyes widened slightly, returning to their normal size barely a second later, "Won't Boris stop this when he sees how unresponsive and weak everyone is before hand?"
"Boris doesn't care, he wants you all to be perfect and even if he has to sacrifice a few days and wait for you to recover, he will still give you the drug." Jamie's blunt comment had left them all silent, even Tala and Ian's bickering had gone from full-blown shouting to a quiet stare.
Tala stared at the floor, "So... He's letting us be weak?"
"Not so much weak. Just... Useless for a while." He sighed, "No-one in this abbey should have it done to them though." They nodded.
"ALL STUDENTS REPORT TO THE DINING HALL IMMEDIATELY!" They jumped, the poor doctor more so than the younger boys in his presence.
Jamie rubbed his chin absently as they all recovered from the shock of the speaker, "Seems Boris is back."
o0o0o
"You all remember the test mentioned to you a year or two ago?" Boris' voice rang out over the students, their silence making him continue, "Because of an... unavoidable accident, it had to be cancelled. There will be one, a month from now!" His scarlet eyes scanned over the boys, "I'm sure you all have heard about the injection you're all receiving. Some of you may have received it already," Another pause, "It is essential that you all have it before the trial."
He smirked, "You shall remain in the groups you were first put into, I hope you all remember them. If not you'll be running around the building, then I shall place you in another."
Jamie frowned from the back of the room. Clearly Boris wanted to test his new drug, to make sure it did improve Voltaire's soldiers. His eyes narrowed as Boris raised his hands, motioning for the boys to leave. He sighed, slowly turning to leave the hall, intent on tucking Ian into bed and going home for the night.
He frowned slightly at the thought of his home, his boyfriend's angry face appearing before his eyes. He sighed, god only knew how much explaining and apologising he needed to do.
o0o0o
The screen lit up, a hazy blue light illuminating everything in the dark room. Boris watched the exchange with amusement, a quick plan formulating in his head as the picture switched screens.
Spencer and Bryan were the students making him smirk. They were walking back to Bryan's room. Hand in hand the man noticed, his plan slowly sharpening in his mind. He couldn't help but smirk as the taller blonde leant down, seemingly to kiss Bryan's cheek. Bryan returning the gesture. The entire show had Boris grinning, his goggle-protected eyes wide with how incredibly stupid they were being.
"Sir, we have the next round of enhancer ready."
"How many for each team?" His scarlet eyes never left the screen, his arms crossing behind him.
There was the shuffling of paper, "One, sir."
"For group 13, make it two, I want both Bryan and Spencer injected at the same time."
The man nearly dropped his work, quickly shuffling through them to find the group's information. He stuttered a reply, holding onto his glasses to make sure he read the document right, "B-But, Boris sir, there are only four people in that group, they'll be disadvantaged if they verse another group during training."
"Do as I said." Boris' voice was soft and halting, giving the doctor the impression that he would not have a job if he continued. He bowed politely and left.
The old man's eyes rested on the blonde youth on the screen.
All he had to do was make their bond stronger. Just a bit... He smirked, "Then I'll demonstrate why emotions are for the weak." He barked out a few last orders, retreating to his quarters. His smirk never left his face.
Fire: I'm sorry for the wait... Like I said... I have study... But I passed my Maths exam! Yay! -throws confetti- Reveiw please... They make me concentrate on my studying... -cough-