A/N: Aww, the chapters are getting short again. I'll try and extend them a little.

Disclaimer: I don't own ToV, so leave me alone already!

"May I enquire as to what was going through your minds when you felt climbing the school wall would be a good idea?" the Headmaster, Alexei, asked coldly.

Yuri shrugged, looking away uncaringly. Flynn shot him a flat look then decided he'd have to get them out of this situation himself.

"It wasn't exactly because we wanted to, sir. Several students have been bullying Lowell for the past year or so, and he would have died because of them today if I hadn't been attempting to get to him."

"Surely just asking for the key to the roof would have been enough? Climbing the wall seems a little drastic."

"I felt it best to not waste time looking for a teacher with the key, sir."

"You knew Lowell would fall from there, then?"

"No sir. That was luck."

Alexei nodded, then turned to Yuri. "Do you have anything to add to this, Lowell?"

"Flynn's an idiot who shouldn't have risked his stupid neck trying to get up to me," Yuri replied.

Flynn sighed in irritation. "If I felt it would be best to leave you to your own devices, I would of. As it was, I decided going after you would be safer."

"You could have died. I don't care if I die, but I don't want you dying too."

"Unfortunately for you, you don't have the ability to tell me what to do."

Yuri looked at him angrily. "How stubborn can you get?! I don't understand why you would do all this-"

"Enough. I don't want you two squabbling in my office," Alexei interrupted, sighing. He glanced at the two of them. "I'll let you both off with a warning. Lowell, you're suspended for the week."

"What?! Sir, Flynn's the one who was..."

"I am not doing this to punish you, Lowell. This was Scifo's request."

Yuri looked surprised, then glared at Flynn. The blond looked away resolutely.

"Now, the two of you are dismissed," Alexei said, waving them out. They turned, heading out of the room, Yuri still trying to fry Flynn with his gaze.

"Why did you request that?!" demanded Yuri when they were walking down the corridor.

"You need time to heal. If you could still come school, you probably would. Therefore, if you aren't allowed to come, you won't." Flynn glanced at him. "I'm going to start responsibility for this, Yuri. It was my fault that I hadn't noticed after all this time, and I'm not going to allow it to continue like this."

Yuri blinked, his anger fading suddenly. "What are you on about? This isn't your fault..."

"It is. My job is to listen to student complaints and sort out their problems. You submitted complaints, but they were mostly ignored. You had a very large problem, but nothing was done. This was my fault for not noticing."

Yuri gazed at him in surprise, then sighed. "I get stuck with the weirdest guy as my friend," he muttered, half to himself.

"Unfortunately for you, you won't be getting rid of me easily, either," Flynn added, smirking.

Yuri gave him a flat glare, then considered something. "But it's not like you can just lock me in my flat for an entire week."

"No. You're going to be locked in mine."

"What? Why? All my stuff is at my flat anyway, there's no point me suddenly moving to yours."

"That's a half formed idea at the moment, Yuri."

"What is?"

"You'll find out."

"Jeez, you really are the most annoying person in the world!" Yuri growled, rubbing his head.

Flynn smiled, before turning forward again. "Anyway, we'll head round to yours to get anything you need, then we'll go to mine. Do you want the sofa or my bed?"

Yuri sweat-dropped, wondering how Flynn was acting so naturally about this change of circumstances. "Uh, the sofa is fine..."

"Okay. I'll probably get another bed brought in eventually, but I guess it'll do for now."

"Flynn, you're acting like I'm actually moving into yours."

"Like I said, that's only a half formed idea."

Yuri frowned, eyeing him uncertainly. "Whatever you say..."

The two entered Flynn's apartment, Yuri carrying a bag with all the stuff he needed in it.

"Just put it down in the corner. You don't need anything from it right now, do you?"

"No."

Yuri slung his bag into a corner, carefully seating himself on the edge of the sofa. He gave a light hiss of pain as he slowly allowed his stiff muscles to relax, his body suddenly becoming extremely aware of the various cuts and bruises all over it.

Flynn watched him for a moment, then went over to the cupboard and pulled the First Aid kit out. Yuri glanced up as he walked over, sighing, then carefully removed his shirt so that his injuries were clearly on view.

As Flynn started tending to them, he gazed at the cuts and gashes from the day before that still hadn't fully healed, and were now bleeding again.

"You definitely need time to heal, Yuri. I know you're mad at me, but if you don't take proper care of yourself, you could wind up seriously hurt."

Yuri nodded mutely, flinching slightly as Flynn applied the antisceptic. Flynn glanced at him, before sighing.

"Just bear with me, okay? I have another reason for giving you the week off other than just letting you heal."

Yuri glanced at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I've taken the week off as well."

"What? Why? If you start missing school then you're going to fall behind..."

"I've got an acquaintance of mine to take notes for me. She's in all of my classes, so she'll collect all of the work and homework from the teachers and bring it over after school all week."

"Sounds like a bore."

Flynn shrugged. "She offered, actually. I didn't ask her to. I was just going to collect all the work next week to catch up."

"What's her name?"

"Sodia."

"Sodia? Never heard of her."

"She's the Vice President, so she'll be the one taking care of all my paperwork for the week. I wasn't entirely happy when she told me she would do that and still get all my schoolwork to me...It's a lot of work, and I don't want to burden her."

"So why'd you agree?"

"She said it wouldn't bother her. She's a very capable young woman, after all, and good at her job. She reassured me that it wouldn't be much trouble at all, so I eventually agreed."

Yuri nodded slowly, considering this. "Sounds like you've got a reliable vice."

"Indeed," Flynn murmured, putting the last of the bandages away and standing up. "Okay, all done. How do you feel?"

"Achey, but it doesn't hurt as much. Thanks."

"No problem. Oh, and just so you know, I'm going to be reporting those kids."

Yuri glanced up at him, then looked away. "There's no real point. Tyler's dad is pretty rich, so he's influential. He'll probably just bail them all out."

"I didn't mean at school. I'll be reporting to the police."

"What? Why?"

"Because it's a serious offense, and you could have actually died. It's a serious enough matter for police to get involved."

"Same problem though. Tyler's dad can probably just bribe them."

Flynn smirked. "That depends on who I report it to."

"Huh?"

"You'll see."

Yuri sighed irritatedly. "You like saying that, don't you."

"I just don't like ruining the surprise. Anyway, what do you want to eat?"

"Let me guess; microwaveable meals, right?"

Flynn shrugged apologetically. "I can't really cook..."

"Oh move over, I'll do it," Yuri said, standing up and heading into the kitchen. Flynn backed up so that Yuri had free reign, taking a seat and watching him.

A/N: Okay, so we're past the main weirdness and onto the rest of the weirdness.

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