Demi: Hooray! For the line breakers have returned! -does li'l dance- And also for my new formal format!

Chapter no. : 11
Chapter title: They're Back
Story rating: T
BETAed: Phoenix Seal Of Approval
Disclaimer: Me no own Beyblade. I mean, come on - how stupid are you? If I did own Beyblade, it would contain much swearing, blood, sex and rock'n'roll. And Yaoi. Don't forget the luffly yaoi. But since I don't own it, I have to settle for entertaining you guys with my stories and OCs - which is fine by me.
Warnings: swearing, Tony Blair-bashing, me doing a dance within my ending authoress' notes... um... nothing really... this is a rather clean story... -hums-
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Notes: Yes, line breakers are back. Finally...

Johnny had called Robert, alerting the noble of the newest turn of events. The Griffon had remained silent for a heartbeat or two before telling the knight he was heading over to the hotel.

The Scottish lad had left the other boys where they were, settling for watching the television at a low volume. It was all the same - someone's been murdered, a celebrity's gone into rehab, Tony Blair's screwed Britain up yet again…

Around ten minutes after Johnny had made the call to Robert, the big clock chimed seven and, as if on cue, the hotel suite door opened. Robert stepped in, Friday behind him, wearing more suitable shoes than high heels - settling for silver pumps.

Johnny turned the television off and stood up. "Finally…"

"Is he okay?" Friday asked, before Robert could utter a word, rushing over to Winter's unconscious form.

"Yeah, I think."

"Is Enrique alright?" The German questioned the Scottish lad, who nodded. "He looks highly exhausted… this must be rather stressing for him."

"Very stressing." Johnny agreed. "But for all of us too."

Robert only nodded and watched Friday look over Winter, smoothing down his hair and gripping his hand in hers.

"Do the others know we found him?"

"Yes." The noble replied. "Friday contacted them - they're either heading to or at their hotel."

Johnny nodded, sighing. "What now?"

"We wait until the morning comes. Then we decide our next steps."

"But what if Winter wakes up?" Asked Friday.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Because he is."

The noble and knight moved over to the couch, and clouded purple eyes met with Robert's first, then Johnny's.

"Robert…" Came the raspy voice. "What's going on?"

"Winter?"

He frowned. "Why're you calling me that, mon ami?"

Robert, Johnny and Friday froze.

"Oliver?"

The green-haired boy nodded slowly. "Yes… Friday… what are you doing here?"

"How do you know her, Oliver?"

"She's my cousin, Johnny… why wouldn't I know her?"

"Oh… well…" Johnny looked pleadingly at Robert.

"Oliver, do you remember anything of the past year?" The noble asked, seating himself in the armchair next to Oliver. "Anything at all?"

The French teen blinked. "Have I been in some sort of coma?"

"…You could say that…"

"Winter - Oliver - what about the fire? Don't you remember the fire?"

"Friday," Robert soothed, laying a hand on her arm, "Slowly…"

She bit her glossed lip and nodded. "Sorry…"

"Fire…" Oliver whispered. "At… at the L'Mange… oui?"

"Yes, carry on… take your time."

"…D'Arcy… he came to see father…" There was a long pause. "I remember reading in the papers that I had died… but how could I do so if I am here? I do remember a fire… Nuits-St-George… the wine… uhm… a girl with platinum-blue hair…"

"Oliver, listen to me - D'Arcy somehow drugged you and you lost your memory. Your uncle and Radolf found you and rescued you before the fire could spread. You've lived under the pretence of being a boy named Winter Thomas. Do you understand me so far?"

"I-I think."

Robert resisted the urge to smack Johnny for his little rant. "Oliver - think hard about this - but take your time. We need both Winter's and your memory to be together."

Oliver's forehead creased with a slight frown but he nodded, eyes downcast. Robert stood and ruffled the summer-green hair.

"It's good to have you back, though, Oliver. We all missed you." The noble said with a smile, before disappearing into his room.

"Is Enrique okay? He looks… dishevelled." Oliver asked.

"When is he ever not?" Johnny asked, sarcasm very evident, as he draped himself, sideways, on the other armchair, legs hanging over the arm rest. "He looked like that everytime he came back from one of his dates - huh, which was everyday."

"I was starting to miss your sarcasm, Johnny-boy." Came the mumble from the armchair. Baby blues opened blearily. "Now I realised why I never did."

"Fuck you, Giancarlo."

"Rather you didn't." Enrique replied dryly, with a cheeky smirk, since he knew he was pissing the Scottish knight off. The Italian turned to Oliver. "Oli… you okay?"

The French boy nodded. "I think. Things are so… complicated, though. I'm supposed to be dead - now I'm being told I lived a lie for a year."

"Hey, enough of the complicated stuff." Friday chided. "Think simple for the night or your brains will fry. I'm gunna go check on Robert, then I'm gunna head back to my hotel, okay?"

"Kay."

The blonde stood and went over to Robert's bedroom door, knocking softly, before entering.

"Fuck, Oli, your cousin's hot. She on the market?"

"And everything's back to normal…" Johnny muttered, tipping his bandana over his eyes.

"Didn't think you were the drinking type."

Robert turned sharply from his position on the balcony. "Friday…" He glanced down at the small glass of brandy and shrugged. "Need it."

A smile came her glossy lips when she noticed his attire - his white shirt was half open, hair tousled and shoes not on his feet - they were placed under the bed neatly.

"You also look like you need a mirror."

In her mind, she snorted. 'Yeah right - he looks sexy like this. If this is what he looks like without a mirror, I'm confiscating every mirror within his reach! Ooh, naughty thoughts, Friday Thomas - you minx.'

Again, Robert shrugged and turned back round, leaning on the stone railing.

She stepped out on the stone overhang, which was situated right on the top of the hotel, and gazed over the city of London. Bright lights twinkled and winked at them, the pink and orange glow on the horizon signalling the setting of the sun. The sounds of the always-busy traffic buzzed below, horns honking and engines revving.

She glanced at him through the corner of her eye, watching him raise the brandy glass to his lips and take a sip.

"You guys are taking this a lot better than I would." She commented.

"Maybe…" Robert replied. "You just have to take it how it is and as calmly as you can."

"Still… it's almost as if you've been faced with this kind of situation before."

"Yes, Friday - I make people pretend to die, then they appear so that when the real event arises, I will be extremely professional."

Friday stuck her tongue out at him. "You know what I mean."

Something in her coat vibrated and she dug within her pocket, pulling out a small red Sliver phone.

"Heya daddy." She said sweetly into the microphone, twirling a straightened strand of hair around her index finger. "Oh, um, sure." She held the phone out to Robert. "My dad wants to speak to you."

Robert blinked, placing his glass of brandy on the banister, taking the small phone and holding it to his ear. "Hello, Mr Thomas." A frown slashed his brow, before it was replaced with a rather shocked expression. "I sort it out. Bring their things around to my hotel suite quick."

"What's going on, Robert?" Friday asked when the noble hung up.

Robert fixed her with a sharp, fierce ruby stare. "D'Arcy has been spotted - and he looks happy about something."

Demi: -innocently smiling- hm...? Oh yes, right-

/does the green-eBay-dude-dance/

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