Soon as Bilbo stopped the car he was shoving the boys at a hurried pace over to the train station. The thick crowd of rush hour made it easy to lose the short man. It was only the tight grip on their shirts that told them where he was. That was until he let go, a strange man pressed up against his side.

"Nori," Bilbo pushed onto the platform. "Tell me you have a plan. I just threw my boys in a the car, destroyed their phones as you advised, and I haven't had time to warn Thorin."

"Don't worry, you'll be heading off towards Nottingham where Bifur will pick you up and take you to Dori's. I already sent Bofur to pick up your boyfriend." Nori rested an arm around Bilbo's shoulders, leaning a bit too close for Fili's comfort.

"That's husband and for over ten years." Fili grabbed Nori's shoulder and pulled him back with a fixed glare.

"Semantics," Nori shrugged. He raised an eyebrow spotting Kili for the first time. He let out a long hum.

"Don't even try it." Fili growled, bristling terribly.

"Okay, seriously, what is going on?" Kili ignored the pass between Nori and Fili instead focussing on what Bilbo had said. "Why are we on the run and why does Thorin need to be warned?!"

"You haven't told them?" Nori snapped his attention to Bilbo.

"I haven't had the time." He said as they pushed passed some people and got onto a train. They wandered through the cars finding no seats available. So they hovered by the doors holding onto handles.

"Fuck, Bilbo. They have every right they're being hunted just as much as you and Thorin are by those fucking ORCs." Nori hissed in a low voice.

"ORC? The terrorist group?" Fili hissed low enough for no one but their group could hear. "Why the hell would they be after us? Thorin just works at Westminster, he's not actually part of parliament."

"Do you really think that what the public knows is what happens?" Then something occurred to Nori. His eyes grew wide with the realisation. "You... have no idea who you're uncle is and what he really does."

"Nori, not now." Bilbo quipped in.

Fili turned to Bilbo, "What the hell is he saying?"

"Fili, I'm not going to answer that. Not until we're safe." Bilbo ran a hand over his face. "I'll tell you everything, I promise, but first we have to get to Dori's we have to trust that Thorin will meet us there with Ori."

"I'm going to London." Kili cut in.

"No you're not."

"You don't understand, if he's moved now without the proper help his back could break." Kili grit his teeth. There was no room for argument on this one.

Dwalin shoved over a shelf in his home. Books and knick knacks tumbled to the ground, some of the more fragile things broke with a loud sound. He took the hammer offered to him by Thorin and knocked two of the longest pieces of wood out and started on removing the nails.

He cursed under his breath. When Ori's worried voice called out. He had been asleep, finally having a break from the pain that had his lovely features twisted up when Bofur had shown up. Thorin freaked out how Thorin knew best. He shut down his emotions and started barking orders. It took him only a second to get a point blank explanation of what was going to happen if they didn't leave as soon as possible.

Thorin quickly left while Bofur replaced him with a few sheets in hand. Dwalin took the sheets from Bofur, wrapped them over the wooden planks, and using the nails he just removed tacked the cloth into place creating a makeshift stretcher. He picked it up and went into his bedroom setting it beside Ori.

Thorin was holding the redhead's hand and squeezed it gently. He looked to the youth and told him exactly what they were going to do. "We're going to lift you now onto the stretcher. Then we'll carry you down the stairs of the flat to Bofur's car." His voice softened considerable. "We have a long journey ahead of us... Ori, do not hesitate to tell us if you need to go to the hospital. I mean it."

Ori looked up at the man and swallowed. He nodded, "I promise I will tell you if it gets too bad."

Satisfied with this, Thorin moved to Ori's shoulders, Dwalin taking hold of his hips. They counted to three, lifting him up. His back bowed with a terrible cracking noise. The scream that followed was a terrible sound. When he was placed on the stretcher, Ori hissed out hyperventilating breaths. He blinked wildly, eyes darting around as he tried to take control over the burning fire that bled up from the small of his back. Dwalin took his hand. Ori squeezed it hard, barely aware that Thorin was stroking his hair in soothing motions.

"Lads, we have to get going." Bofur pulled their attention to him. "We should have already left a while ago."

Ori patted Dwalin's hand with his other and let go. "I'll be alright." His voice was barely a whisper. The guard hesitated before he went back to Ori's feet. In sync with Thorin, they lifted the stretcher. Its precious cargo whimpered as they went.

Bofur fished out his mobile from his pocket, speed dialing a number as he held open the doors for the others. "Nori? Yeah, we're goin'." He hung up, quickly running to his car and opening up the back. He had laid pillows all over the bottom of it while Dwalin made the stretcher so that they could help absorb the vibrations of the vehicle. He had also folded down all of the back seats giving as much room as possible.

It was awkward getting Ori in, a couple of times he gave a shout from a rough jarring. Eventually they got him in. Thorin took the front seat next to Bofur while Dwalin laid next to Ori. His eyes fluttered, trying to stay open while the engine was revved. He brushed a lock of red off of Ori's forehead.

"Get some rest," he said softly.

Thorin had been right. They had a ways to go.