A/N: Tim is slowly recovering from being in Devlin's clutches a second time. With Samantha now part of the family, and Tim determined to marry her, Jason and Dick have taken it upon themselves to teach Tim how to please a woman without Bruce knowing about it. Something powerful happens and two brothers are in hot water with their father. Dick and Jason decide they had better keep out of Bruce's way for a while by taking a case that leads them out of Gotham. The case however has to be interrupted when word reaches them that Tim has a life threatening illness or is it? And has that case actually come to Gotham?

New Life, Death, and Soul Easters

by

AJRedRobin and JasonToddLover

Part 6: Blood Test

Sasha pulled into the garage of the manor, glad to be home. She had another bout of morning sickness just as they were going to leave Barbara Gordon's apartment and had to wait until her stomach was settled. Once back at the Manor, she couldn't wait to express her relief.

"It's good to be home," Sasha stated. "Jason texted me. Him and Dick are going on a mission together. I guess with Jason gone we can really concentrate on wedding plans. I can meet you in the library."

"That's fine," Samantha said distractedly. Her thoughts were with Tim right now and Sasha knew that.

"I'll go collect everything. Are you going to check on Tim?"

As soon as they entered the house, Samantha was rushing up the stairs before Sasha could finish.

Tim was feeling lousy. His head hurt and he was achy all over. 'My joints hurt the worst. I feel like I have the flu.' Tim felt a wetness dripping down his nose. 'Oh great, I've got a nosebleed now.' He reached over to grab a tissue to dab at his nose. He heard the door open and turned in that direction.

"Tim?" Samantha peeked her head into his room.

"Hey, Sammie," Tim replied weakly.

"Oh, my love what's wrong?" Samantha went over and stood by the bed. She could sense he wasn't feeling well.

"Don't know, don't feel good," Tim replied.

Samantha sat on the bed facing him. "Anything I can do?" she questioned, rubbing his arm gently.

"Some water . . . I'm not hungry."

"You have to eat something." Samantha was becoming worried even more. This wasn't like Tim. It was just last night he was complaining about getting something to eat. Now he looked weak and tired. Tim's face looked like he suddenly lost weight. How was that possible? Even his skin had taken on a translucent hue. Something was wrong and it was scaring Samantha.

"Where's Dick and Jason?" Tim asked.

"Sasha said that Jason texted her. They went on a mission?" The last sentence came out as a question. What mission did Dick and Jason go on? What did Sasha mean? She was going to ask Tim to clarify when Alfred entered with a tray that had a pitcher of water and a glass. He placed it on the nightstand where it would be in easy reach. Samantha went and poured a glass for Tim. She held the cup up to his lips so he could drink.

'Why was he so weak?' Samantha also noticed the bruising on Tim's arms. 'Where did that come from?'

Tim sipped the water. He was thirsty, but his stomach felt full. "Can I have something for my headache? And can you stay with me . . . I'm feeling cold."

"Yes, hold on." Samantha walked into Tim's bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinet there was a bottle of Tylenol. Taking out two pills she went back out and handed them to him. "Here you go." Samantha handed Tim the medication and helped him drink some more water. Then she grabbed another blanket and placed it over him. She could see he was shivering. What could cause Tim to suddenly become ill like this?

SLTSLTSLT

'This is the second time I've driven out to the manor today. I'd rather tell them here than some paparazzi finding out from a hospital staff member and spreading the news before I tell the family.'

Dr. Leslie parked her car out front then knocked on the door dreading that she have to tell them this kind of news.

"Doctor Thompkins . . . Back so soon?" Alfred asked after he opened the door.

"I need to speak to the family Alfred, it's about Tim."

"Oh dear," Alfred got a sinking feeling in his stomach. "I'll show you to the living room. I'll Get Master Bruce and whomever is available."

"Not everyone is here?"

"Masters Richard and Jason are out of town on a case. Master Damian is with his friend Colin. We expect him back tomorrow." Alfred showed Doctor Thompkins to the living room then went to find Master Bruce. He was in the study preparing papers. "Master Bruce, Dr. Thompkins has returned. She's awaiting you in the living room."

"Thanks Alfred. I'll be right with you."

After informing Master Bruce he went up to find Misses Sasha and Samantha. He found Ms. Sasha sitting in the library with a several pamphlets. It looked like she was making wedding plans.

"Miss Sasha, you are requested in the living room.

"Thank you Alfred."

The butler than went in search of Samantha Clark. He found Samantha in Timothy's room. "Miss Samantha, you are wanted in the living room."

"Should I come too?" Tim asked.

"Better rest Master Timothy."

"I'll be right back Tim," Samantha kissed his forehead.

Dr. Thompkins was wondering around the living room, looking at the pictures sitting on the piano. News like this was never easy. Leslie was glad that she came out to the Manor instead of having the family coming to her office. She turned when she heard Bruce enter.

"Dr, Thompkins, can I ask what this is about?"

"I'd rather wait until everyone is here."

Bruce spied Sasha coming from the hall leading to the library and music room. Samantha came from upstairs.

"Please sit," Dr. Leslie pointed to the couch.

"I shall put on some tea," Alfred stated. He could sense a family crisis brewing and he figured the tea was going to be needed.

"No, Alfred, you should stay. You're going to need to know this, too."

Samantha sat down next to Sasha. "Dr., what's this about?"

"I have Tim's blood test back," Dr. Thompkins held up a folder she had been clutching onto. "I thought I'd best tell you in person. Tim has leukemia."

Samantha's face paled. " . . . leu...leukemia?"

Bruce was stunned. He sealed himself to keep from being overwhelmed with the emotions that threatened to swamp him. "How bad is it?"

"Six months, maybe a year."

Samantha started to tear up. 'No, this can't be happening. Tim promised to marry me. He can't die. We just found each other.'

"Can anything be done?"

"He needs a bone marrow transplant." Dr. Leslie stated.

"But that requires an exact match," Bruce pointed out.

"I've already started searching."

"I'll donate. I may not be a family member, but you never know where a match will be found."

"Isn't Dick his blood brother?"

"What?" Dr. Leslie was startled. "Dick Grayson? Bruce, you didn't tell me."

"We just found out a couple months ago, before we went to the Bahamas. Dick and Tim did a sibling test. They matched, 99.99%."

"You have that kind of equipment?"

"Yes, at Wayne Medical. It's used for other purposes." Bruce framed his words carefully. Samantha still did not know of their secret identities and he wanted to keep that a secret as long as possible. "But . . ."

"But what?" Samantha questioned.

"That does not mean his bone marrow will match Tim's. We can only hope."

Samantha sighed. 'I don't want my babies to grow up with out their father. . . he's . . . Babies, where did that thought come from?' Samantha tried to hold back the tears.

"Where is Dick?" Dr. Leslie asked.

"Right now Dick and Jason are out of town. I don't know when they will be back."

Continues with Part 7