A/N: For the reviewer (thank you for reading, I'm glad you liked it :)) Blaine and Kurt may be part of another crew but they won't be in here as main characters. And in place of Sebastian's character, the twins that Grant acted as on CSI shall be here. I shall try to post a chapter a week. Enjoy :)
Strangers in Stride
The blond wanted to raise his hand and give a wave to the scientist but decided against it. If he lessened the pressure on his wound, it would hurt more. In the end, he just smiled in a sense of salutation; he hoped.
The Hispanic nodded politely in response. "Alright, if you could just sit up, I would be able to recover the bullet and patch you up." The senior said it so nonchalantly; the tone of his voice seemed to fit Tarot's assumption that these injuring events happened often.
With that, the blond tried to push himself up into a seated position, biting back a groan of pain that shot up his arm when he moved.
Before, prepping the necessary medical equipment, Elixir turned to Falcon. "Could you please inform S-"
"Already on it," Falcon interrupted with a grumble, walking away with a dismissive wave.
Shaking his head at Falcon's couldn't-care-less attitude, Elixir turned to face the blond. Taking a long ripped piece of cloth, he tied it tightly above the wound. He was just about to reach for his pair of forceps when a buff, blond guy trudged his way into the room.
"Elixir, I need another r- Hey, it's the new guy!" He acknowledged the other blond with a grin before turning back to Elixir. "Anyways, I need another roll of bandage." He said, holding out his fists to the Hispanic and Tarot felt like he wanted to puke. His knuckles were pale and bloody and it really looked like he popped most of his knuckles. It was a ghastly sight for Tarot but a normal one for anyone who knew the buff blond.
Richard Moore
Codename: Riot
Ranking: Junior
Specialty: Martial arts, boxing, wrestling and other forms of self-defense
has a younger brother who stays with him but isn't part of the program
The small brunet rolls his eyes and turns to get said items from a cabinet above the sink. "I wish you would stop wasting my bandages and save your fists for an actual incident." Elixir commented, placing the roll of gauze next to Tarot before proceeding to take off the ruined remains of Riot's torn bandages.
"Oh, come on. Practice makes perfect, right?" Riot said with an impish grin and before the brunet could do anything, he had grabbed Elixir and gave him a noogie.
The high-pitched squeal that Elixir was quite hilarious. "No! You're getting blood on my hair! My hygiene! Now, I'm going to have to wash my hair before cleaning this guy's wound!" The brunet huffed. He threw the roll of gauze at Riot, who was laughing his head off at Elixir's reaction. Right now, Elixir looked like a five year-old throwing a tantrum. He was stomping all around the room, grabbing bottles of what seemed like various types of sanitizers and cleaning agents before he marched out of the room and slammed the door shut.
The boxer was still shaking from laughter when he walked over to the cupboard that stood beside Tarot. Grabbing a packet of pills, he tossed it to the other.
Painkillers…
Tarot thanked him and swallowed a couple of them, waiting for the medicine to take effect.
"Yeah, Elixir wouldn't have given you that. He thinks you should get use to not having them, especially if we're on the field." Riot told him as he wrapped his hands with gauze, effectively hiding the slightly gory sight from Tarot's eyes.
The bespectacled guy nodded in response. "Thanks." He noticed Riot staring at his bullet wound and laughed nervously. "Falcon shot me," he informed simply.
Riot snorted, "Who else? Anyways, all the best, kid!" He called out over his shoulder as he left the room.
Tired and worn out, the injured blond leaned back against the wall and felt reality slowly slipping away.
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"Why are we doing this again?"
"It's fun and we don't get to do this often."
"I didn't quit my job to come to this academy and throw ice water on some guy's face."
"I've given you a part of me to save your life and you can't do this for me?"
"You're forever going to hold on to that, aren't you?"
"As long as I can get away with..."
"Fine…"
SPLASH!
The blond shot up, his eyes flew open as his face was suddenly engulfed in a thick layer of freezing cold water, effectively snatching him away from his blissful state of unconsciousness. Sputtering and gasping for air, he shook his head to rid the water from his platinum blond locks. Blinking away the water that stung his eyes, he looked over to the two or was it one? Maybe he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and saw a pair of twins staring at him.
One had his bronze fringe swept over his forehead and was grinning like a Cheshire cat that had Mad Hatter's Hat.
Scott Lewis
Codename: Guile
Ranking: Sophomore
Specialty: Dealing, Undercover
Trent's twin, who he donated part of his liver to
The other had his brown locks gelled upwards; his expression, worried and apologetic.
Trent Wright
Codename: Ail
Ranking: Sophomore
Specialty: Engineering
Scott's Twin
Watching the blond's confused expression, Ail decided to explain the situation. "After you passed out, Elixir came back and patched you up. He had to go and fix Gabe up after K9's whippet bit him. So, he left us to take care of you."
Guile smirked. "Now, the seniors are waiting for you. You better go off before Falcon comes here and shoot you again." He advised with a chuckle.
. The mention of Falcon's name within the same lines of gunfire couldn't have had the blond jumping out of his seat faster. "Ok! So where do I go?" He exclaimed in faux excitement.
Guile snickered at Tarot's reaction before walking out of the room, not bothering to answer Tarot's question.
Ail held onto his twin's sleeve and pulled him back into the room. "We're supposed to be your guide." He said, giving Guile a pointed look. "So you have to follow us."
The other twin rolled his eyes and used Ail's hold on him to drag him out of the room with him.
Tarot followed them anxiously, wondering what had he gotten himself into.
FCs: Tarot (Riker Lynch), Falcon (Curt Mega), Elixir (Eddy Martin), Riot (Jon Hall), Guile and Ail (Grant Gustin)