Oh mai what is dis? Is...is dis an update? Why I do believe it is! Shocking hu? If it starts to look weird at the end sowrewy! I'm like totally tired...I was real sleepy when writing this, so haz fun wit it! Enjoy!
I tried to make Zak act like I think anyone, who'd lost their memory then gained it back, would. I mean it's been years since he lost his memory. He's different. So I hope you get what I was trying to do.
8- Diamond Studded Minds, Rust Tipped Emotions
"Dude, he fainted?" Zak moaned as the sudden, familiar voice, blasted through his groggy mind at a high pitch. His face scrunched up as he turned over, burying his face into the soft fabric of his pillow trying to escape the loud person. Cackling suddenly erupted just to his right. "That is like the greatest thing I've ever heard!" The voice said between fits of blissful laughter.
"Ow! Ow, ow, ow!" they suddenly moaned and he heard a flop as the person apparently laid back down.
"Shut up knucklehead, do you want to open your wound?" A voice grumbled, though Zak couldn't put a name to it at the moment. His head was practically fried from the memory overload.
"Sorry, just waking up and hearing our leader fainted, it's the best get well gift ever!" Zak's mind tried to sift through all the new names to find a matching face and name with the voice that was currently intensifying a headache that before had been manageable.
"Geoff, be considerate!" the harsh female voice interjected like a blade. "Zak could be really sick or something!" Sapphire eyes snapped open and the bi-colored haired boy sat up like a rocket, eyes snapping just to his right. Finally he'd connected the face, name, and voice.
"Geoff you're ok!" He stated hoarsely, his voice scratchy for reasons he didn't really know. The blond haired boy looked so different without his goggles, but his usual messy blonde hair-now with extra chaos because of bed head-was a staple of normalcy. That and the goofy grin he was wearing. The sudden menacing snicker escaping his lips made Zak uneasy.
"You fainted…" he muttered merrily, the cackle just in his throat. A pillow was launched between them, the soft bedding hitting Geoff right across his face, muffling anything else he attempted to say.
"Yep…your ok…" Zak grumbled eye twitching slightly.
"C'mon Zak, you didn't think a bullet would take down Geoff the Amazing!" the blonde laughed striking a pose before grimacing at the pain and returning to a more comfortable position. He was even back to his old goofy self, so different from when Zak had been angry…
The young man looked down at his lap. If he hadn't gotten so worked up over Iz's illness Geoff wouldn't have had to take that bullet in the first place. Before the teen could brood any longer a pillow slammed into the side of his head, eyes wide he looked over at Geoff, who had a stern look on his face for a split second.
"Beating yourself up doesn't help anything," the boy stated grinning in a more Geoff like manner. "So stop frowning and put on a smile! After all it takes more muscles to frown!" Zak could only smile faintly, and took in the scenery around him. It was a basic infirmary, several bed lined around the room. Everyone was crowded around their beds, apparently they'd been waiting for the both of them to awaken, Geoff clearly waking up first. He felt thankful that he had such good friends…
There was a sudden knocking on the side of the metallic door and everyone's attention was brought to the white haired woman, her husband looming behind her. Everyone became a bit nervous as the two walked in. It was awkward honestly, the gang hadn't relied on anyone so heavily before, usually they took care of themselves just fine. They especially hadn't relied on people they'd originally ran from…but one of their own had been shot, and their leader had passed out from…well they weren't sure but it seemed like his brain had been overloaded.
What made it worse, as it turned out, these two where their leader's parents. Not that, that was a bad thing really, but it was odd. Zak had never mentioned knowing of his family at all. Everyone figured they where dead. So them being alive, well, and searching for their faithful leader was astonishing.
"Um…hey," Zak was the first to speak, after all these people were his parents. Nevertheless the could see the apprehension that gripped his body was clear and a foolish blush stained his cheeks. These were his parents and he didn't even recognize them! They couldn't blame him though…no one could. It wasn't his fault he'd lost his memory.
"Listen," he continued on, sweat trailing down his face as he searched for the right words. "I know…who you are now. B…But…that," he was straining, almost as if he didn't want to say the words he was about to, unable to look at anyone his head sank between his shoulders, "That…this doesn't change a thing."
Everyone was shocked. He finally found his parents and they'd found him, plus he remembered them! It changed everything!
"Yes I remember everything…but I'm," a shuttering breath was taken in, the inner turmoil clear on his downcast face. "I'm not the Zak Saturday you knew, and I won't ever be. I'm sorry…mom…dad…" A silence fell upon everyone, Zak's eyes widened when he felt Drew's arms wrap around him, pulling him into a hug.
"We're just happy you're alive…" she murmured, holding him tightly. The seventeen year old's eyes widened before watering slightly.
Ca'Click!
Both Zak and his mother looked over at Geoff, who had tears in his eyes and was holding up a camera. "I'm sorry, but that was totally a Kodak moment!" he stated biting his fist. He got a proper smack on the back of the head from Jena.
"Idiot…where did you even get a camera?" the temperamental teen asked snorting in displeasure.
"From my pack," the blond stated rubbing his head and glaring at his rival. "Y'know for memories and stuff like that." Though what the teen really meant by stuff was black mail. He had dirt on at least everyone of them, but of course he'd never use it against them in any way. It was nothing serious any how, just funny and embarrassing stuff.
Later that day Zak was able to move around properly and went off to do some catching up with his family. But their young leader was nervous and so Isabel along with Temoria went with him for support.
Jena was asleep, tuckered out from scolding Geoff so much, the brunette was curled up against the wall on a futon. Her arms where tucked tightly against her and her knees brought up to her chest almost like a cat curled up. Her lips parted slightly allowing better breathing. Lucas was who knows where probably sticking to the darker places in the air ship.
Celestic remained with Geoff, talking to the blond to cheer him up about not being able to move yet. The bullet had grazed a few vital things and it'd be too dangerous-or so said the Saturday's- for him to move too much.
Geoff was glad to have Celestic there, the blond loved hearing the younger boy chatter on and on about the adventures they'd had before Geoff had joined. It was interesting and actually held the sixteen year old's attention. It also kept his mind off of the dull pain his body was experiencing.
"Really now?" the blond headed boy stated smiling at Celestic. "That's amazing, I mean how're you guys able to do all that stuff? It seems out of the realm of possibility."
"Yeah! I know!" the boy grinned from ear to ear, glad to see that he had someone who'd listen to him, and actually enjoy it.
Eventually both Celestic and Geoff were tuckered out as well, and decided to get some rest. The peach haired boy had fallen asleep on Zak's bed and Geoff attempted to get more comfortable position without hurting himself.
Geoff finally fell asleep in a position that left him on his side with the wound as far away from the bedding as possible. The sleep was short lived as the blond jerked forwards suddenly, sweat sliding down his brow, his breaths taken in short labored gasps. In his haste to be ripped from the world of dreams he landed on his wound and grimaced, using his elbows and knees he brought his midsection up to avoid anymore contact with an outside force. He groaned in pain his body rocking forward and his forehead landing on the pillow.
"Nnnn…" he moaned sitting up on his knees and running his hand through his sodden hair. He felt nasty again and decided that a trip to the bathroom to wash up wouldn't hurt, after all it wasn't that far away.
He stuck his foot onto the ground and as gently as possible tested his weight. Finding a good footing the blond placed the other foot next to the other, leaning on the bed. So far so good, so he took a tentative step forward fully ready to fall back onto the bed to avoid anymore harm.
Geoff hoped he wouldn't get caught, they'd been real strict with him not moving after Drew had checked up on him. Once he got his footing the teen made it to the bathroom easily, satisfied and proud of himself he carefully and quietly turned on the water, cupping his hands he splashed his face with cool water, sighing at how nice it felt.
He leaned on the sink taking the weight off of his legs for a moment before heading back. After all he didn't want to over exert himself. Taking a towel he dried off his face and sighed again.
Rubbing his eyes for good measure the boy turned and began to head back, hopefully before anyone noticed he was gone.
Too bad he didn't get that far. A sense of dread washed over the blond and he felt a breeze whoosh past him, it was almost unnoticeable but fine tuned senses made him realize it wasn't ordinary.
The breeze seemed to become solid and he watched as arms came around him from behind. He was pressed against a solid chest, one hand on his mouth to keep him from screaming, the other wrapped around his midsection just above his wound.
"Geoffrey…" a voice practically purred and the teen's eyes widened. He knew this person…he swallowed his saliva drying up halfway down his throat. Instinctively he began to wriggle hoping to dislodge the person, but he was far too weak. "I found you…it's been a long time coming…but I finally found you…"
He felt pressure suddenly against his wound and the breath was quickly knocked out of him as pain echoed through his body. Watching through half lidded pain filled hazel eyes, Geoff's heart sank as the person unscrewed a bottle of clear liquid. Chloroform. The teen was far too weak to do anything, he was actually leaning back against the person for support, which he rued. Quickly dabbing a cloth over the lid and tilting the bottle the person was quick to slam it into Geoff's face, forcing him to breathe in with a chocked cry.
It didn't take long for the effects of the sweet-smelling drug to take over. His eyes rolled backwards and darkness invaded. Body tumbling forward, the person who'd drugged him that caught him quickly to keep him from further harm. Whether they wanted to keep the boy intact for a reason, or because they wanted him to be awake when the real pain began, it wasn't certain. Geoff knew though…as his eyes fully closed, he knew that he had to get away.
The person took hold of Geoff's slackened arms and hoisted the boy upwards, careful not to agitate his wound.
"Now to get you home, you've been sorely missed my dear friend…" they stated with a toothy grin that'd make any wicked person quake in their boots. Continuing to be surprisingly careful with the injured teen, the shadowy figure headed for the exit they'd created.
Remember when I said more stuff would happen to poor Geoff? Welpers here it be! Poor guy, he's still recovering from his wound :(. Welllz no one's going to be happy when they find out their buddy had been kidnapped D:.