Chapter no. : 20
Chapter title: Waking Moments
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... me being annoyingly-cliff-hanger-y... um... nothing really... this is a rather clean story... -hums-
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"Bryan… Bryan…" He was shaken softly. "Bryan…!"

His eyes slid open.

"Bryan, he's awake!"

That made him snap to.

"Who?" He asked, standing up and looking at Chelsea.

"Radolf."

He glanced over at the redhead's other half, seeing him roll his head around and hearing him groan in pain. His heart sunk – he had hoped Tala was awake, but…

Snatching up a clean needle and a bottle of some sort of liquid, he rushed over to Radolf, kneeling above his head and holding it still.

"I need you to keep your head still," He said, before looking up at the Wolf's sister. "Come and sit where I am and hold his head still; we can let the tear in his neck stretch or reopen."

She nodded and placed her hands over his. He slid his out the way and stood, allowing her to kneel above Radolf. The Falcon wasted no time in inserting the needle into the bottle of liquid, withdrawing a measured amount and sliding the spike into the other boy's forearm gently, pushing the fluid into the redhead's body.

Radolf calmed slowly and opened his eyes, glancing around blearily. He didn't speak, far too exhausted to do so, but he managed a small smile before blacking out.

"What-?"

"It was a sort of knock-out, pain-relief solution," Bryan explained, discarding the needle into a bucket. "He needs to save his strength – he lost a lot of blood." He stood and moved over to Tala, checking the younger's pulse and gently stroking the porcelain cheek. "It's strange… he shouldn't have woken up so soon – he lost over half his body's blood."

"He…" Chelsea stared down at her twin. "Shouldn't… blood transfusion…?"

"He does need one," Bryan agreed. "But not urgently. And he seems fine, considering… but I don't want to risk it."

"So what are we going to do?" She demanded. "If he needs blood, then we need to get to a hospital or something! Instead of hiding down here!"

"Don't you think I know that?" The Falcon snapped back, turning around and glaring at her with bird-like, hoary orbs. "If it were up to me, I'd be out of here and going after my baby sister, who could be dead! If she dies, I can never live with myself, and I doubt Tala will either! He told me he would guard Bryony with his life and I can tell he did just that, but still she was taken. He'll blame himself, I'll blame myself, and that'll be three fatalities!"

There was a silent pause.

"If I prize Tala and my sister over your brother, then… it's who I am, Chelsea."

She nodded slowly. "I know… I just wish…"

"Things could be normal?"

"Yeah… it's our fault you guys are in this mess. If we had just told the Police that Winter was Oliver and that D'Arcy or whatever his pansy name is, was the cause of all this shit, then… Bryony wouldn't have been taken, Tala and Rad would be okay and your home would be all perfect."

"The Abbey can never be perfect. Not with me and Ian stuck under one roof."

"Fine – and your home would not be filled with murderous, creepy ninjas."

He smiled slightly, but it faded when the door opened, admitting Robert. The German gave a small nod in greeting.

"How are they?"

Bryan sighed, looking at Tala. "Radolf woke up a few minutes ago, but I put him back to sleep because he was panicking - moving his neck and threatening to tear the wound open again. And plus, he needs his energy…"

"And Tala?"

"Still not woken up, but he's okay… I hope…"

"Bryan?"

The two males looked at Chelsea.

"Where's Faélan?"

"Chelsea…" The noble began. "When we found Tala and Radolf, it wasn't only Bryony that was missing… Faélan and Wolborg were both gone too."

The girl paled. "Faé's… gone? She can't… she's been passed down through our family for over a millennia…"

"I'm sorry," Robert apologised. "We'll get her back – along with Bryony and Wolborg and then things can settle."

Chelsea glanced at Bryan, who was staring at the floor dully, lost in his own world, and her eyes softened sadly.

"This," she began, in a mutter. "Is-"

"Insane. Just utterly insane!"

Enrique rolled his eyes as Johnny continued to bleat and complain.

"We're stuck… underground… no food… no water… no way out, no communication…"

"For the umpteenth time, Jonathon," Robert sighed. "Will you just shut the hell up?!"

Everyone in the room froze and stared. Not only did Robert just raise his voice he practically swore.

Oliver cleared his throat in the silence and looked around the room. "Where's Chelsea?" he asked suddenly.

"I'm here," a voice called from the room where Radolf and Tala were. "I woke up hours ago – made Bryan get some sleep."

"Some being the operative word," Bryan continued as he followed her out. "What was all the bickering about now?"

"Johnny wouldn't shut up," Enrique sighed.

"Tell me something new at least."

"Screw you Kuznetsov. I'd would have thought you would know where we are, seeing as you live in this shitpit."

The wall cracked and concrete split to the floor. "Shut up McGregor," Bryan spat out through gritted teeth, his fist firmly in the wall beside him. "Don't say another word if you value your life. I know where we are. I've been shut down here many times before. Unfortunately never with two patients verging on critical. Unless you want to be the next fatality in this hellhole then I suggest you button it."

"Next… fatality?" Friday asked quietly. "Who… Bryan… is Radolf…?"

"Radolf's fine. Tala's fine. They're fine. But where you sit now was where many were shut in before."

Oliver and Enrique looked at each other quickly and then to Spencer and Ian who were sat in on the other side of the room looking pained.

"People… you knew?" Friday asked.

"And buried," Spencer said solemnly.

Bryan nodded amidst the shocked gasps and Ian swallowed and looked away.

"So there's definitely no communication system if we're shut in an old isolation unit!" Johnny said with a somewhat hysterical undertone.

"Wait…" Bryan frowned, removing his fist from the wall. "Say that again,"

"Huh?"

"Listen numbskull I just gave you permission to speak… say that again."

"There's definitely no communication system if we're-"

"That's not true," Bryan interrupted, his eyes brightening.

"The secret room!" Kai said, sitting up.

"But we don't have the key!" Ian called after Bryan as he turned on his heel and strode over to the door that led through to the Medical room, but stopping just beside it.

"Keys? Who needs keys?" Bryan answered with a sinister smirk.

There was silence as he felt along the wall, eyes narrowed in concentration, before he swiftly kicked the plaster. There was a bang as a hidden door was kicked open and the Falcon vanished into the mysterious room. Chelsea quickly followed, standing behind the Russian sat at the computer.

"Come on, come on," Bryan muttered. "Someone keep an eye on Tala and Radolf!" he called suddenly.

"Robert's got it covered," Kai said, pushing his way through the small crowd to where Bryan was getting increasingly agitated.

"Damn it…"

"Give me the keyboard," the Phoenix told him, "and go and check on your patients."

"You know who to contact?"

"I certainly do. Now go. And get some more sleep."

"I'll make sure he does that," Chelsea said, following the Falcon out.

"Thank you. McGregor, shut up."

"I didn't say anything!"

"You were going to."

Oliver covered his grin with his hand – indeed the Scotsman had about to say something scathing when he was chastised.

"And, ladies and gentlemen," Kai announced over a familiar computerised buzz, just as Robert entered the room, "we have internet access. Now to-"

But he was cut off by a scream from the next room.