A/N: Chapter 9! Woo. Sorry it took so long to post...but now it's time for the reunion! Yay! Thank you everyone for reviewing, alerting, etc. Enjoy! Oh by the way, I have a new story called To Survive. It's like a futuristic...Sci-Fi story. It's only an extended summary right now; I want to see how people like it first, but yeah. Check it out and enjoy Chapter 9 :)

Warning: abuse, implied rape, some cursing

Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own Big Time Rush or Law and Order: SVU. I own Ethan Knight, Piper Reynolds, Thomas Creavy, Nurse Emily, and any other minor character that might just poof in at some point.

August, Saturday 4th, 2012

They were all walking down the long hall to room 636. Or rather, Carlos was basically bouncing down the hall, James was walking but stopping at every other window to look at his reflection in one of the many windows, Katie was absorbed in her new video game, Logan was marveling at all the medical equipment and acting especially friendly to all the nurses and doctors they passed, and Kendall was practically dragging his mom to the room; she still felt incredibly horrible and like she was an awful mother.

After about a couple minutes, and passing 5 or 6 more doors, Jennifer stopped dragging her feet (she realized it was pretty much pointless now…no matter how terrible she felt, her son wasn't giving up) and followed the group of kids from behind. This now left Kendall with his thoughts while they walked to the room. Carlos smiled at him excitedly and Kendall put on a smile, but under the faux smile, on the inside…he was freaking out. All Carlos could see was the positive side of things; Ethan was back and their family would be complete now, which meant that everything was happy and good and that nothing could go wrong. But Kendall was more realistic which made him nervous. He knew that though Ethan was back it was only the first step. He knew his brother would be screwed up…in bad condition…every possible negative thing you could associate with a victim of abduction. He knew it would be a pure miracle if he remembered exactly who they all were and wasn't utterly depressed or had PTSD… But maybe…maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he was thinking…after all, there were the special cases like that of Jaycee Duggard…plus he, Logan, and James did watch a lot of Law and Order: SVU (Carlos refused to watch it).

This calmed Kendall down a bit, but his insides were still twisting and churning in knots.

Finally, after another couple minutes, the group found the appropriate room just as a nurse in turquoise scrubs, sporting many multi-colored balloons, walked out. She was short, maybe 5'4" or 5'6". She was tan, having similar complexion to Carlos', and had long, straight, black hair that was neatly pulled back into a ponytail that ended mid-back.

The nurse smiled at them. "May I help you?" she asked.

"We're here for Ethan Knight," Kendall stated. "Are you his nurse?"

She nodded. "I'm Emily. You're all his family?" She smiled again. "I'm glad you're here. He's asleep right now, but feel free to go inside. Just be a bit quiet; this is the longest he's slept so far in three days…"

Everyone nodded, promising to keep quiet.

"Good," She said. "I'll go get his doctor…" And with that she left down the way they just came and to the nurse's station near the elevator.

Everybody was frozen. Yeah, they were happy Ethan was safe, but the situation didn't' seem to really hit them until that moment. The moment they entered that door…their lives would be forever changed; for the better, or for the worse…they'd soon find out.

Everyone piled into the dark room. They all momentarily looked around, but that was just briefly…they were paying attention to the long, sleeping figure in the bed. Even Katie was paying extra attention; she had shut off her gaming system and stashed it away. Again, they were frozen as they studied the blonde man. He was lying down, but it easy to tell that he was exceptionally tall; perhaps even a head or head and a half or so taller than James...it was also easy to tell that he was troubled and hurting; though he was sleeping, he had a look of pain etched across his pale, bruised face.

Jennifer was the first to move. She sat in one of the chairs next to the bed and gently grasped her oldest son's hand. It seemed that actually seeing him gave the mother of four some strength. Soon after, Kendall sat on the other side and Carlos stood behind him. Katie stood next to Kendall, resting her head on Kendall's shoulder, while Logan stood at the end of the bed; intensely examining the medical equipment; and James just stood in the middle of the room awkwardly.

The room was completely silent, except for the constant stream of beeps and sound of air flowing through the breathing tube under his nose, until Carlos asked quietly,

"Logan. What is all this stuff for?"

Logan responded as equally quiet, "Well that tube under his nose is to make sure he's getting enough air, the tube in his wrist is the IV line to make sure he's getting enough fluids, the red glowing thing clasped on his finger is to check his pulse, the tube next to the IV line is for morphine or other medicines, and the other tube next to that one is for blood. The cuff is to measure blood pressure, those circular stickers on his chest are to get a better picture of his heart if he needs it, and that last tube near the stickers are a chest tube; it keeps his lung inflated, drains liquid from it…things like that."

"You certainly know your equipment, son," a low voice sounded.

The boys turned around to see a man in a white lab coat, he was obviously the doctor, standing near the open door. None of them had even noticed him come in.

"I'm Dr. Sullivan," he introduced himself. "You must be his family. I'm glad you're all here…" He looked at Jennifer. "You're his mother, I presume…"

She nodded; her red, puffy eyes again leaking.

"May I speak with you in the hall?" he asked her.

Jennifer nodded and began standing up. Kendall stood up as well.

"Why can't we all hear?" he asked, slightly angry.

"It's merely protocol," Dr. Sullivan reassured and he and Jennifer left to the hall, closing the door behind them. This, however, didn't stop the boys and Katie from rushing from where they were and pressing their ears to the door. They faintly heard what they were saying, but unfortunately they missed the beginning of his speech.

Dr. Sullivan was speaking, "…he somehow managed to travel 20 miles on foot to the hospital. How he did this without bleeding out, passing out from exhaustion, dehydration, or malnourishment, or succumbing to overdose truly is a miracle."

"How-how…" Jennifer was stumbling over her words. But the doctor seemed to know what she was asking.

"Once he passed out in the waiting room, we immediately rushed him to the ER. We took a sample of blood, needing to give him a transfusion and his name and picture appeared on our computers. See, we work with the police a lot so our computers are linked to their database. A nurse called the chief, while we tended to him, and going from where he entered the hospital and back, they were able to find a faint blood trail that led to a house that was unfortunately empty; it seemed whoever did this completely scrubbed the house clean and got rid of all and any evidence."

Kendall clenched his fist. Of course. They had found the place, but it was still all in vain.

On the inside of the room they heard Mama Knight sigh; preparing herself for what was to come.

"What-what was the damage? What h-happened to my baby?" She stuttered.

Dr. Sullivan was silent for what seemed like forever. That couldn't be good…

Finally, he began speaking again, "In the condition he came to us, Ethan had already lost half his blood supply, was severely dehydrated, malnourished, and had extreme levels of alcohol, Oxycodone and Ibuprofen in his system. As I said, we gave him many blood transfusions and saw that the cause of his profuse bleeding was a deep gash starting just below his breast bone, going across his stomach, pelvis, and ending at the top of his left leg where it stopped at an artery. We rushed him to surgery, opened him up and fixed the internal and, afterwards, external damage.

"From there, we took him to ICU and almost instantaneously, he began having trouble breathing, even with a ventilator; blood started filling the breathing tube, and his heart stopped 3 times that night. We took him back to surgery where we noticed he had a deflated lung. After fixing that, we again took him to ICU; this time without his heart stopping and being able to breathe raggedly, but not with too much complication.

"A few hours after the surgery, police came back from their search of the house, requesting an examination of Ethan that could possibly further link him to that place…we found several bones that had been broken over the years that hadn't healed properly and…" He paused again. "We also found anal scarring and damage. We did a rape kit, did a full report, and fixed the extra damage.

"Like I said before, he is very lucky to be alive…it seems to defy all medical science that he in fact is still alive…"

Jennifer was in shock; the boys didn't have to see her to know that- they were too. They all knew it'd be bad, but this? This seemed so…excessive…he was already kidnapped, why all this? Once again, when everything was starting to look up, fate threw a curve ball and changed everything they thought and knew.

Hearing that now the conversation was turning to how to care for him when he was home, what time and when physical therapy was, and what medicines to take, the kids turned towards the sleeping figure and slumped to the floor near the door.

They were all lost in their own thoughts, when they heard a low, pained moan coming from the oldest Knight's bed, pulling them out of their reveries.

Ethan blinked a few times, the drugs were making him horribly sleepy, but he still could hardly sleep. His eyesight was a bit fuzzy, but he could still see that there were four boys; one with dirty blonde hair that had a beanie pulled over it, a smaller tan one with short, slightly spiked black hair, a pale one with short, dark brown hair, and a slightly tan one with light brown hair that was cut to frame his face; and a small girl with light brown blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail.

"Wh-who…are you?" he mumbled tiredly.

August, Saturday 18th, 2012

It had been two weeks since Ethan was released from the hospital and two days since he arrived at appartment 2J. The others (he soon found out who they were after finding them in his room. Their names were Kendall, James, Carlos, Logan, Katie, and Jennifer. Though he still had trouble telling the difference between all of them, and Jennifer insisted he call her mom, but he was also still uncomfortable with that) had called the place home, but to him it was just a rather large apartment with tons of vibrant colors. This he marveled at. That there were so many different colors and so much light all in one place. The bright neon orange couch, the baby blue that adorned some of the walls, the huge windows making the place seem bigger and even brighter...again, he felt as if he were in a dream. That everything he was seeing was fake. After all, how could anyone actually have a house like this? He would've loved to live there, but by himself. Everyone was wary around him...careful. And it bothered him. They typically kept their distance and watched him. The older, red haired woman would bring him medicine and make sure he was okay and occasionally the others would smile at him or help him with something, but that was about it. They hardly even said a word to him. Not that he was a very talkative person himself, but that didn't mean he didn't want to talk. He craved interaction; even when he was with Thomas, the man still at least talked to him, even if briefly. Though he was around more people than he had been in quite a long time, he left more alone...more isolated than ever before.

Ethan stood up from the couch, slightly wincing. He was still sore and didn't like taking medicine. He had taken enough medicine and drugs over the years to last 5 lifetimes. Everyone immediately looked at him. They treated him as if he was some fragile thing...about to break at any minute. He went to the bathroom slightly limping; not that he needed to utilize it all, but that it was the most intriguing place to him out of the entire apartment. He couldn't remember if there ever was a bathroom in all the 43 places they lived. If there was, he was never allowed to go there...

When he went inside, he locked the door. Another thing that intrigued him- locks. In the two days he had been staying with his so-called family, he had been playing with locks; locking and unlocking the bathroom door, his designated room's door...the click was a strange, alien sound that amazed him. After deciding he didn't want anyone coming to check on him again like they had before, he finally left the door locked and passed the mirrior to sit on the edge of the large bathtub, so he could think. But as he passed, he saw his reflection. He had seen it a few times before, all in his stay at the apartment, but he still could hardly believe what he saw. It fascinated him to no end. After not being able to see what he looked like in 9 years, he overhead the police and doctors talking, he couldn't help but observe his appearance every time he saw one of those forbidden mirrors.

Ethan leaned over the sink to get a better look. He had pale white skin that was stretched over his cheekbones and chin making him look sickly, thing and almost...dead. His skin was marred by black and blue spotches around his left eye and on his cheekbone under his right eye. They began turning a yellow green. To him it looked disturbing, but the other ones had assured him it meant he was healing and would disappear soon. There were a couple other lighter, though still angry marks on his neck in the shapes of long fingers. He shuddered as he remembered that night. However, some of the marks were interrupted by white textured cloth, Nurse Emily had called it gauze, that was taped to his skin and had small, faint red dots staining the nearly perfect white. It was supposedly to stop the blood and cover the broken skin from where a few needles were, but Ethan felt as if it was just to make him feel more ridiculous and secluded than he already felt he was. There was some more 'gauze' taped to his skin above one of his thick blonde eyebrows and to his ear. It was to cover a cut that had started from his right ear and ended in the middle of his forehead. Again, he cringed at the thought of how he acquired that battle wound...He shook his head making his long blonde hair, that ended a little past his ears, making the bangs that ended just above his blue eyes cover the painful memory.

Though the cut was concealed, more and more memories began flooding back to him and it soon became too much for him. He sat on the edge of the tub, head in hands and arms resting on his knees. He didn't belong here. He didn't belong and he wanted to leave. No to Creavy, but just gone. Ethan felt as if he should just fall off the face of the Earth...

Kendall outwardly sighed. Ethan had left to the bathroom again and by the sounds of the many clicks, he had locked himself in there. He was constantly going to the bathroom, staying in his and Carlos' old room (they now shared a room with James and Logan) sitting on his bed, or sitting in the closet. He felt bad. He wanted to say something, anything...but he never could find the words. He wanted to show him pictures, share old memories- anything to make him try to remember something, but every time he saw his brother...he wasn't sure what it was, but he felt so...disconnected...almost like he wanted nothing to do with him. He wasn't sure why, but he felt awful about it. All in a matter of moments it seemed, he went to incredibly guilty, to utterly over joyed, to nervous as hell, to again horribly guilty.

A/N: Sorry if that wasn't quite the reunion you all were expecting...I had all this chapter planned out except...except for the actual reunion itself...horrible right? I would've waited longer to plan it out, but I was getting so anxious to post again...maybe in the next chapter I'll put the reunion in Carlos' POV...again, sorry. And again again, don't forget to check out my new story/summary To Survive. Thanks everyone!