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Part 4

Warren jolted awake several hours later when he felt a strange sensation of cold from his nether regions. He noticed to his horror that his legs were spread apart and rested in stirrups.

"What the hell are you doing?" Warren demanded when he saw several people in white lab coats peering between his legs.

"Calm down Mr. Peace," a kind-faced woman said, "I am Nurse Riley and the doctor is only checking to see how you are healing. We had hoped that you would sleep through the exam so to spare you any embarrassment and discomfort."

"I don't think I will ever recover from embarrassment and discomfort," Warren snapped as his face flamed as red as the streaks in his hair, "Are you guys nearly finished?"

"We are very nearly done," the doctor answered as he continued his examination, "Do you feel any pain?"

"No," Warren said honestly.

"Good. We are keeping your lower body numbed for the next few days until you heal some more," the doctor said.

"Okay," Warren said softly before hissing in surprise as his body bucked and a familiar wave of pleasure swept throughout him, "What the hell?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Peace," the doctor said, "I am checking to make sure your anal area is healing and your prostate is still very sensitive. Calm down and stay as still as possible."

Warren tried to relax and breathe in deeply. He was thankful when the doctor finally finished his exam and allowed the nurses to ease his legs out of the stirrups so as to give him some modesty.

"You are healing well," the doctor informed him after he had tossed the gloves and washed his hands, "There shouldn't be any lasting damage from this unfortunate accident. As soon as you have eaten, Mr. Medulla and I will meet with you and your parents with the Strongholds to discuss what to do next."

"What do you mean 'what to do next?'" Warren demanded confused, "What are you talking about? And why do I have a funny feeling inside of me?"

"You are perfectly healthy and we will discuss your condition in more detail later," the doctor said as he left the room.

"Nurse Riley what is he talking about?" Warren said anxiously.

"I don't know Honey," the kind nurse said as she helped Warren get comfortable, "But the doctor says you are in very good condition so I'm sure that it is nothing to worry about. Your mother wanted me to tell you that she is helping the doctor get the conference room ready for your meeting right now and she'll be up to get you later. I'll go get you some breakfast."

Nurse Riley returned a short while later with a food tray and a guest.

"Mr. Stronghold," Nurse Riley fussed as she placed the tray on a serving table and helped Warren sit up enough to eat, "You are supposed to be in bed and I'm not sure that Mr. Peace will be comfortable with you being so close. The boy has had a trying last few days."

"The doctor said that I am in tip-top shape," Will whined as he plopped down in the chair beside Warren's bed, "Plus, Warren and I have already discussed what happened and he doesn't blame me. This wasn't my fault."

"I'm fine Nurse Riley," Warren reassured the kind lady as he grimaced at his food selection, "I know about what the ray gun did to Will and I. Will wouldn't have the audacity to return a library book late, let alone force himself on anyone on purpose. I can't wait for this nightmare to be over so I don't have to think about it anymore."

"Okay Honey," Nurse Riley said with a strange look on her face as she left the room, "Call me if you need anything. I'll be back in an hour to help get you to the conference room."

"I could too return a library book late," Will snapped at his amused friend.

"Oh yeah? Have you ever had a late library book?" Warren asked Will smugly.

"Um…no," Will pouted.

"I though so," Warren said picking at what he thought was supposed to be scrambled eggs.

"So how are you doing?" Will asked his friend anxiously.

"Besides the urge to die of embarrassment, I'm fine," Warren growled testily as he ate the few things on the tray that looked edible, "Why do you think that we all have to meet in the conference room?"

"I don't know," Will said, "I just know that they said that both of my parents will be there, your parents, the doctors, Mr. Medulla, and Ms. Powers to tell us about the ray gun and…"

"Whoa! Hold up. Back up again," Warren said in surprise, "Did you just say 'my parents?' You mean, as in plural? Will my father is in prison? Why would he be here? Your father would kill him for crying out loud!"

"My father would not 'kill' anybody," Will objected, "It's probably just a slip of the tongue on their part. Anyway, I heard the doctor say that there was a situation that would need to be discussed with us. I think that they want to cover this up so that Sky High doesn't get a bad rep. We'll probably be asked to stick to a cover story."

"I am so fine with that," Warren said with relief, as he pushed the disgusting food away, "I don't want anyone finding out what happened; I'd never live it down."

"I am sorry," Will said softly, "You know that if I had the power to reverse time I'd go back and destroy the ray gun before it ever hit us."

"I know," Warren said smiling softly, "I just want this to be over. I don't want this hanging over our heads all the time."

"I better get back to my room before my parents come back and freak," Will chirped as he rose to leave, "Why don't you get some more sleep. You look tired."

"I'm fine," Warren grumped.

"Sure," he heard Will say as his eyes closed of their own accord.

It felt like only a minute had passed before someone was shaking him awake gently. A glance at the clock on the wall let him know that over two hours had passed since Will had left.

"Warren? Baby wake up," he heard his mom say.

"Mom?" Warren slurred sleepily, "What's going on?"

"We are going to the conference room now," his mother said as she smoothed his hair back, "Mr. Medulla wants to explain some things to everyone. Some orderlies are going to push your bed there since the doctors don't feel that you are up to walking or sitting up in a wheelchair yet."

"Lovely," Warren said dryly.

Soon the orderlies arrived and he was rolled one floor up into a large room. Will and his parents, the doctors, Mr. Medulla, and Ms. Powers were already sitting at the table. A large screened television filled one side of the room and to Warren's surprise he saw his dad staring back at him.

"Dad?" Warren said in surprise, "What the hell in going on?"

"That's what I'd like to know," Baron Battle growled as his eyes studied his son, "Why is my son in a hospital looking like death warmed over? And why the hell is the Strongholds involved?"

"Baron hush," his wife snapped, "Mr. Medulla is going to explain what happened to our son. I need you to keep your temper for our son's benefit. The Strongholds are involved through their son, but it wasn't Will's fault. Just listen."

"Mom? What's going on?" Warren demanded feeling a little anxious.

"Your father has a right to know what's going on Baby," his mother soothed him, "He is still in prison, but the hospital was nice enough to allow us to use their satellite system so he can be with us through a live feed."

"Calm down Warren. They should have told you about me before you were brought in here," Mr. Battle said in a much gentler voice before turning his attention back to the dome-headed teacher, "I want to know what has happened to my son and I want to know now. Medulla explain."

Mr. Medulla rolled his eyes at the assembled and described what occurred in his classroom and the nurse's office. He then explained to Warren's father what he hypothesized happened out in the cabin and why. Warren thought he was going to die from embarrassment. How could they tell his father?

"He did WHAT to my son?" Baron Battled yelled as his face filled the screen, "I should have known that a fucking Stronghold would do something like this! I'll kill the little bastard!"

"What the hell is your problem?" Steve Stronghold roared back, "My son was not to blame here! I'll kill you before I let you lay one finger on my child!"

Pandemonium broke out as everyone stood and began to yell and try to calm down the two raging fathers. Warren silenced the room by using the IV pole to bang loudly on the floor.

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ONE MORE THING OUT OF ANY OF YOU!" Warren yelled in rage, "Dad this wasn't Will's fault! He doesn't even have the memories of what happened. That damn ray gun locked away his consciousness and an animal took his place. He kept calling me his 'mate.' By the next day, I couldn't even control my body from accepting his advances. I am tired, I feel strange inside, and I am totally humiliated! I can't take you yelling anymore!"

"Here Warren," Will said handing him a cup of water before using a handy clipboard to fan Warren's overheated face, "Drink this. Calm down."

"Yes. Calm down child. I'm sorry Warren," his father said remorsefully, "I won't yell anymore."

"Mr. Battle?" Will said softly.

"Yes?" Warren's father said as he glared at the young man that had hurt his son.

"Sir. I am so sorry. Warren is my best friend. I have never had any sexual feelings towards your son ever," Will explained, "Warren keeps saying that he doesn't blame me, but I still hurt him. I can't change the past, but I want you to know that I feel horrible. I have never used my powers to force myself on anyone. I don't blame you for hating me right now."

Baron Battle's expression softened slightly. He could almost feel the sincerity that oozed off of the young man and it had been Will that had jumped to soothe his upset son.

"I believe you," Mr. Battle said, "I apologize for saying that I would kill you. I was angry that my child was hurt. I guess if Warren doesn't blame you then neither will I. I won't yell at your father anymore."

"Thank you," Will said giving Warren's dad a slight smile.

"But do know that if you ever hurt my boy again I'll break out of this prison and tear you limb from limb," Baron Battle said deadly serious.

"Yes sir," Will whispered with wide-eyes as he edged back behind his glaring parents.

"Baron! If you don't cut this out I'll pull the plug to your direct feed," Warren's mother threatened as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Don't," Mr. Battle said as his eyes turned back to Mr. Medulla and the doctors, "Warren just said that he feels 'strange' inside. What more is going on? I don't think that you would have me linked to this meeting just to tell me that my child was raped."

"Um…yes," Mr. Medulla said nervously, "There has been a slight complication from the ray gun."

"What complication?" Warren demanded as fear began to creep into his voice, "Mom? What's going on?"

"I don't know," Warren's mother said angrily as she stood to comfort her son, "Why wasn't I told of any 'complication?'"

"That's what I want to know!" Josie Stronghold agreed in anger, "What has happened to our children?"

"Calm down everybody," Ms. Powers tried to soothe, "Let Mr. Medulla explain."

"Well it seems that the ray gun didn't just change the boys brain chemistry," Mr. Medulla explained, "Those two students somehow invented a ray gun that can alter a person physically based on hormones."

"What does this mean?" Mr. Stronghold demanded as he laid his arm around his shaken son.

"Basically, the two boys are adolescents. Their bodies are gearing up for adulthood which in the most basic of biological concepts means that they are getting ready to continue the species. The ray gun pulled out Mr. Stronghold's need to breed. That is why he claimed Mr. Peace as his mate."

"But I'm a male," Warren protested, "Why wouldn't he claim someone from the opposite sex?"

"Because in his animal form, Mr. Stronghold claimed a 'mate' that would be strong enough to withstand his strength," Mr. Medulla explained, "You were also hit by the ray gun, but only indirectly. The first day the effects from the beam were working on you internally, but Mr. Stronghold sensed that you would be his match."

"So that's why my body seemed to be preparing me for Will to take me the way he did," Warren gasped.

"I'm afraid that it goes a little further than that," one of the doctors said as all eyes turned towards him, "The ray gun made your body undergo a cellular change so that you became Mr. Stronghold's perfect 'mate.' The first day your body made it so that the sexual intercourse could go as smoothly as possible. However, by the next day your body was fully ready for your partner and took control so you became the submissive recipient of Mr. Stronghold's advances."

"Meaning?" Warren encouraged.

"Meaning that you went into a form of 'heat,'" the doctor explained, "The ray gun made it so that your body could accommodate Mr. Stronghold's instinctual need to procreate. Mr. Stronghold would have continued mating with you until conception."

"So you negated the effects in time?" Warren said in relief, "The search party found us before Will could continue raping me."

"Yes," Mr. Medulla said gently, "But not before conception."

"What?" Warren squeaked out.

"Mr. Peace, you and Mr. Stronghold conceived a child," the doctor said, "You are pregnant."

To be continued…

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