Meanwhile

Brock came out later that evening from his bedroom, moving to the kitchen. "He fed yet?" He asked Dean, seeing him sitting by the cold fireplace.

Dean seemed uninterested as he looked over his book. "No, he's ate twice today."

"Showered?" Brock didn't want to question Dean but something seemed even more off with the younger man.

"No, he seemed tired so I let him rest. Damn lightweight is no fun." Dean grumbled.

"Should I check on him?" Brock asked.

"If you want. I don't care." Dean stood and walked toward his bedroom. "I'm going to bed."

"Night, Sir." Brock told him as he headed for Randy's room. He opened the door. Even before he turned the light on he could hear the heavy rapid breath from the bed. He turned the light on, seeing Randy laying on the bed. Sweat soaked the bed around him. His chest was rapidly rising and falling.

Brock went over, checking to see Randy was burning up. The smaller man jumped at the touch, his eyes shooting open wide. His heart raced even more seeing Brock. The larger man placed his finger to his lips. "I'll let you out." He told him.

"Why?" Randy asked in a harsh whisper.

"I messed up. You want to stay here?" Brock did indeed look remorseful as he looked at Randy.

"No...De-Dean pl-plans on leaving me to die. He...he told me you were gone."

Brock nodded and moved to free Randy from the cuffs. "Can you stand?"

"I can try." Randy cringed as he move. "Fuck...my arms."

"Sorry." Brock told him. Oddly he sounded genuine. "He went to bed...let me make sure he is gone." Brock moved to the door, peeking out. He saw the door to the other spare room was closed.

He went back over to Randy, pulling the blanket off to wrap around that smaller man. "I'll carry you." He lifted Randy up who fought not to yell. This was the only chance he had of getting from there alive. Brock left the house and to his car, helping Randy into the back seat of the car. He got in and took off.

"Why?" Randy asked from the back seat. Was Brock really helping him or taking him to his death?

"I was wrong...dumb...thought I wanted to learn from him. I didn't...that isn't me." Brock replied. "Hurting a helpless man is not my idea of fun."

Randy couldn't believe it, but he also had a hard time staying awake. Either he would never wake up or he would be waking up in a hospital room.

x.x.x.

John woke up later that evening, his heart pounding as he had a nightmare, sitting up in bed with a gasp. "Daddy!" Roman jumped from the chair he was in. His mind had wandered off when he heard and felt John panic. He moved to the bed, sitting down.

"What is it , Johnny?"

John shook his head. "Just a nightmare. We found Randy but it was too late...he was d-dead."

"You need to remain positive, Johnny...they will find him." Roman told John as he reached to brush his face.

John nodded. "Yeah. You must be starving. I know it's late."

"What do you want?"

"Anything you want, Sir. I don't care." John told him honestly.

"Okay, Johnny." Roman moved to the hotel phone, calling room service. He ordered two steak platters.

John moved to look through his clothing, pulling on a clean pair of shorts. "Maybe Dean will get tired of Randy but not want murder on his charges if he's caught." He said hopefully, still trying to shake the nightmare.

There was a knock on the door. "Wow, that was fast." Roman commented as he got up to get the door. He opened it to see Hunter.

"Get John and finish getting dressed." The older man ordered abruptly.

"What's up?" Roman wondered when he wasn't even greeted with a hello.

"They found Randy. We have a few hours drive ahead of us."

John heard Hunter and almost ran to the two men. "They found Randy? Is he okay?" Hope filled the older man's face as he looked at his boss.

"I don't have many details yet, John. So go get dressed and meet me in the lobby in ten minutes I'll have my car waiting." Hunter then turned and left.

"Damn and we have food coming." Roman commented. "I'll call to cancel it." He headed for the phone.

x.x.x

Meanwhile

Dean got up to use the bathroom. He stopped when he saw the door to Randy's room open. "FUCK!" He rushed over to look seeing it empty. He then went to look in the master bedroom seeing no trace of Brock either. "God damn it!" He just knew he was on borrowed time. He rushed to pack his belongings, including the 'toys' from the room Randy was in. He tossed everything in the SUV he had and hightailed it out of there.

x.x.x

John hurried to dress, feeling both worried and relieved. "I'm so glad they found him. Maybe the nightmare is over."

"It should be." Roman told him as he finished dressing. "We need to eat soon. I know you want to see how Randy is first though."

"Yes, Sir. I do." John grabbed his phone and a hat. "I hope they caught those two sons of bitches too."

"I guess we'll find out more once we get there." Roman told him as they headed for the door and then the lobby, meeting up with Hunter before heading out for the waiting driver.

"We have at least two hours, Guys. Since there shouldn't be a lot of traffic this late." Hunter told them as he got in.

John climbed into the vehicle. "I don't mind. Just so glad they found him."

"Understandable, which is why I came to grab the two of you before I headed out."

"We appreciate it, Sir." Roman told the older man.

"Yes, thank you." John tried to stay calm and relax for the ride, knowing Roman could always seem to read his emotions.

"Well, if you boys don't mind...I was woke up so I am going to try to catch a few winks on the way there." Hunter commented.

"No, Sir. Go ahead." Roman told him before Hunter shifted in his seat, closing his eyes. The ride felt like it just dragged on before Roman caught sight of the sign for the hospital, hoping it was the right one.

John was leaning against Roman's shoulder, his eyes closed as he tried to relax. The car came to a stop and the driver called back. "Hunter, Sir?"

"What?" He asked, opening his eyes.

"We're here."

"Thanks." Hunter looked at John and Roman. "Let me find out what the situation is then I will come get you two."

"Thanks, Sir." Roman told him before Hunter got out and headed inside.

John sat up, opening his eyes. His heart pounded as he waited on Hunter to come back with news. "Okay, Johnny...just breathe. We sadly already know he will not look good." Roman reminded John. "But also keep in mind we got him back."

John nodded. "Okay..just worried but he's where he can get help."

"Exactly...he can get help."

Hunter made his way to the car, opening the door. "Okay, Guys follow me." He then addressed the driver. "Go park and catch a small nap."

"Yes, Sir." He called back.

Roman stepped out after Hunter moved.

John climbed out last and the three men made their way inside. Hunter led the two guys through the Emergency department and two a set of elevators. Getting on he hit the button to the top floor. "I was already warned he isn't doing good. We are heading for ICU."

"I was wondering how we got in this late." Roman admitted.

John could not help feeling almost sick with worry knowing now Randy was in bad shape after his dream. His body shook slightly as he waited to see his boyfriend. "Sorry to say I was expecting as much from the video." Roman told him.

"True." Hunter agreed as they stepped off the elevator. The men headed for a nurse's station. Hunter introduced himself as well as John and Roman. He explained they were there to see Randy. They were told she would need to check something before they would be allowed into the secured wing.

She got up, walking away and Roman tried to keep himself calm. John shifted as he waited, barely able to be patient as they had been asked. She came back a few moments later. "Okay, Gentlemen after you enter the wing you will need to put on a set of the scrubs that are on the cart outside of his room. Also you need masks and gloves." Roman couldn't hide his worry at that point hearing all the precautions they had to take. "He's in room 4 at the end of the main strip."

"Thanks, Ma'am." Hunter told her as they were buzzed through.

John wondered what could be wrong with Randy that they had to take such precautions. He followed Hunter and Roman, trying to breathe. Reaching the room Hunter pulled out a set of the thin yellow disposable scrubs, putting them on including a cap. He then put on gloves and a mask. Roman did the same making sure all his hair was tucked under it. John took his last, putting everything on as the nurse had requested.

The guys headed into the room. The lights were dim. The only sounds was the beeping of the monitors keeping an eye on Randy's vitals. The upper part of his body was surrounded with a oxygen tent. Two IVs ran to his arms. There was a strange blanket that was draped over him that had tubes running to another machine. His face and neck showed a multitude of bruises as well as a few cuts.

Hunter couldn't even believe what he saw. The fiery temperamental Viper looked so weak, so vulnerable. John had to fight breaking down as he saw his normally strong boyfriend this way. He reached to take Roman's hand without even realizing it. "It will be okay, Johnny." Roman whispered to him, taking his hand. He took in the whole scene. He knew it looked grim but he had to stay hopeful.

"C-Can we talk to him?" John spoke at last, wondering if Randy would even hear them.

"I don't see why not." Hunter told him. "But with all the get up I don't think you should try touching him though." Hunter had no clue if Randy was sleeping or unconscious.

John nodded, walking closer until he was near the bed. "Ran? You hear me?"

There was no response. Roman walked over, placing a hand on John's shoulder. "Give him time. I believe somehow he knows."

John nodded, fighting tears wanting to burn his eyes. "If you can hear me...it's Johnny and Roman. I'm so glad we found you and you're safe..I'll be close by if you ever need me."

"I'll go see if I can find a doctor that maybe can tell us something." Hunter told them, leaving the room.

"Hey, Man." Roman spoke up. "You need to pull through. You have one worried boy out here."

"I don't know what they did to you fully, Ran, but it's over now. F-Fight to get better and we'll be here." John added, wiping his eyes.

"John, you need to be careful. Use a tissue and make sure you throw it out." Roman told him. "I think they worry about contamination."

"Sorry. I wasn't thinking." John moved to grab a tissue from a box nearby and wiped his eyes better, tossing it in the trash.

"I know...it's late, we're stressed and we haven't eaten." Roman assured him.

"Guys." Hunter popped his head in the door. "Come here a moment." Roman looked, looked back at the bed then headed for the door.

John looked reluctant to leave Randy but he did, following Roman out to speak with Hunter. "Okay you guys can remove that for now and follow me." Roman nodded, removing it then tossing it in a trash can near by. They waited for John then they headed for another room near another nurse's station. The doctor that was at a table stood up. "These are the other two men with me." Hunter explained.

"Please sit, Gentlemen." Roman moved to sit.

John sat down and looked at the doctor for the word on Randy's condition. "Which one is the boyfriend?" The Doctor asked.

"John." Hunter pointed to him.

"Okay and you Sir?"

"Roman...a...close friend." The Samoan answered.

"Don't worry. He's cool." Hunter told the doctor.

"I see, well." The doctor picked up a tablet, hitting a few buttons.

"As you can imagine I'm very worried about him, Sir." John told the doctor. "I know he's in ICU but how serious is his condition?"

"We are waiting for more test results." He told them. "He was unresponsive when he was brought in earlier this evening. All we know if the outward injuries we see and that he is suffering from a very high fever. We are working to get the fever under control and hoping that will help him come around on his own."

John nodded. "I'm just glad he was found. With a fever like that he would have only gotten worse."

"Quite possible." The doctor admitted as he looked at the tablet. "Hmm one moment." He tapped a few things on the screen. "Okay, it seems the fever is because of a massive infection forming. He has a very high white cell count."

"Well, isn't a high white cell count any kind of illness?" Hunter asked.

"Normally. The blood work we got back is pointing toward bacterial in nature." The doctor told him. "We have him on IV drips to keep him hydrated and a cooling blanket to try to bring the fever down externally."

John thought carefully. "Everything we say is kept in confidence right Doctor?"

"Of course...well, unless it is a criminal matter." The man told him.

"Randy was abducted. I was sent videos of him being tortured and raped by a masked man. I honestly have no idea how he ended up here...Do you think the rape could have caused an infection..maybe if he was torn?"

"We are waiting of some of those results. We were made aware of the attack."

"How?" Hunter wondered.

"The person that brought him in informed us and the police of what had happened."

John looked surprised by the news. Maybe Dean and Brock had grown a conscience after all. "Who was it?" Roman asked.

"Sorry, I don't have permission to give the name at this time." The doctor answered.

"That's okay, Doc." Roman nodded at the response.

"Any other questions?"

Hunter and Roman both shook their heads no. John shook his head no. "No, thank you, Doctor."

"Okay...we don't limit hours in the ICU, but every time you enter his room you need to change the scrubs."

"We understand, Doc." Roman told him.

John nodded. "Thank you, Doctor. You've been very kind."

Roman got up, leaving the room heading back to Randy's room. He went to put on a new set of the scrubs. John followed Roman, mimicking him as he also donned new scrubs as they had been instructed. Walking in Roman headed for the bed looking at Randy. Sadly the older man looked like he hadn't moved. Then again they were not gone that long. You can wish though can't you? "As much as I hate Dean and Brock right now I'm grateful they were at least decent enough to get him help." John said as he stood beside Roman.

"Which one though? He said person." Roman admitted.

"Does it matter?" Hunter asked walking in behind them. "He's back. Now just need to see how well he recovers."

"He will." John said stubbornly. "Randy is a tough SOB. He'll be fine...won't you, Ran?"

"I don't doubt it. I will keep Vince off your backs as much as I can." Hunter told them.

"Tell Vince to suck it if he has an issue." John tried to smile at Hunter. "I always wanted to join DX."

Hunter gave a faint laugh. "I remember those...auditions, John." He gave a cough and grew serious. "I mean it though. I am sure you two will still be required for some shows, but I will try to give you guys as much leave way that I can."

"Thank, Sir." Roman replied.

John gave Hunter a dimpled smile to his his gratitude. "Yes, thank you. It means a lot."

"Yeah...well I guess I should head out and update headquarters. Also think of a tasteful way to update the web report."

John nodded. "Of course. You've been great through all this, Hunter. We'll talk with you later."

"Yeah of course." He looked over at the bed. "Get better, Bud." He then headed out.

After Hunter left the room Roman gave a weak laugh. "Yeah right...Bud? Really?"

John shrugged. "Maybe he's trying because he feels like crap for being an ass to Randy. He'd been purposely fucking up Randy's schedule because he was annoyed I won't play with him anymore."

"Oh...well that's lousy business practice."

John felt almost ashamed instead of proud for the first time when talking of his many sexual partners. "Yeah and maybe I didn't have to be such a slut. Seems like Randy was always dealing with the consequences of my...appetites.

"That's your past, Johnny."

"Not so distant past." John mumbled. "But I've changed."

"And that is what matters. It doesn't matter how recent it was or not." Roman told him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

John smiled at Roman. "You two are it for me." He said softly. "You are all the play partners I need...well and Seth...shit, did anyone call him?"

"I haven't heard from him since this morning. It's a bit late...well, early depending on your view. We will reach him when we go eat. I don't think we can use the phones around all the machines."

John nodded. "Sounds good." He glanced at Randy, walking even closer to the bed. "I wish you'd wake up, Daddy. So I can see you're alright."

"He's held this long, Johnny. He wouldn't dare leave now."

"I know...just want to look into his eyes and see he knows I'm here and he's safe now. John explained. "Ran, I'm so sorry I didn't listen when you were worried about Dean's release...so sorry I promised you it would all be okay. I should have protected you...forgive me." John began to fight another breakdown as his emotions were freed.

"We all tried on different levels, Johnny. He had help that none of us expected."

John paid no attention as his eyes were locked on the frail form of his Daddy. "I can hardly believe it's him. He looks so...small. Can't you do something?"

Roman debated being honest with John or not. He didn't try to hide too much from the older man. "Nothing more than I already have. He will come back, Johnny...he will."

John tried to believe as he nodded slowly. "Okay. If you say so. I trust you with my life."

"That's a lot of weight...but yes I believe so. The trip may just take a while."

"I'm not going back to work until he wakes up and is okay. No matter how long it is." John said with a stubborn gleam in his eye.

"Well, at least awake...and Hunter did say he would do what he could."

"Yeah." John shook his head as he looked at Randy. "I can't get over it...Dean did all this for what? Randy was decent to him...even shared me. I hope karma is a royal bitch."

"Oh, trust me...he will get his...one way or another, Johnny. Dean will get all he is owed." There was a dark gleam in Roman's eyes.

"I hope so." John said as he looked at Roman. "It sickens me I let him touch me."

"Stop it...you didn't know. I knew more than you and it got out of hand." A faint groan from the bed drew Roman's attention.

John stopped talking immediately at the groan, his head turning to study Randy, almost afraid to make a sound. Randy's head moved faintly under the tent. He could hear hushed voices but nothing clear. Also a low hiss like sound along with something else. He felt a weight pressing down most of his body. Did something paralyze him? He tried not to panic as he fought to open his eyes.

John saw the movement and looked at Roman in excitement. "I think he's moving!"

"Yeah, Johnny." Roman closed his eyes a moment. "He's very confused." Roman whispered as he tried to focus. "Scared."

John felt concerned as he looked. "Can you..communicate with him?"

"Only feel...when I focus. If I don't I would be overwhelmed by the others around us."

John nodded, speaking as clear as he could. "We're here, Ran. Johnny and Roman." Randy shook his head, hearing the muffled voice. He saw he was inside something clear but what. Was this real or was Dean still messing with his head? Was the whole thing with Brock helping him all an illusion?

Roman moved closer. "Relax...Just take it easy. You're safe now." Roman furrowed his brow. "He's guarded...unsure."

"No wonder." John sighed. "It's okay, Daddy. We're here."

Randy gave a shuddered breath. No...these were more illusions. Dean was just still screwing with his head somehow. There is no was he was saved. Not by Brock not by anyone. He wanted to give him false hope as he left him to rot.

"Randy, it's really us." Roman tried to tell him. "I don't know what he did to you...but it is really us."

"He thinks we're not real?" John asked Roman, hearing his words.

"I can't say for sure either way." Roman slowly opened his eyes. "Just doubt...confusion. I would not put it past Dean to have screwed with Randy's head again."

John longed to hold Randy but knew he could not. "Guess there's nothing I can do but be here. Who knows what Dean tried to pull. He could have posed as me again or even you."

"That may be the problem...the thing is both of us? Then again Randy didn't know the full scope of Dean's ability."

"And he's hurting and disoriented." John said. "He probably doesn't know what to believe."

"More than likely." Roman sighed faintly.

John did not know what to say as he looked at Randy. "I don't know how to reach him. I guess he'll see in time."

"He should...he's just confused and weak." Roman pursed his lips with a faint hum as he had a thought.

John saw the look on his master's face. "Have an idea?"

"I may...but it also may involve me breaking a rule to do it...I need to make sure Randy can hear me."

John nodded at Roman. "I trust you. Use your own judgment."

"I could wait until we know he is stronger...I just don't want him being fearful that long if it isn't needed."

John cast a glance at Randy. "Please, Sir...I think he may heal faster if he knows he is safe and isn't afraid anymore."

Roman nodded. "Keep an eye out." Roman told John as he moved closer to the head of the bed and the edge of the oxygen tent. John walked more toward the door, watching in case a nurse or orderly would happen by. Roman lifted just the edge of the tent. "Hey, Man." He started. "I know things are confusing. You don't know what to believe. We need you better though." He gave a faint chuckle. "Can't wait until you're 100% so I can feel you again or more so you feel me." A faint smirk. "Maybe even let you pull my hair this time." Randy shifted his eyes toward Roman. "Yes, I mean like that."

"Fuck." Randy whispered.

"Yeah just rest. We will be here." Roman told him, pulling back.

John saw Roman pull back and hurried to his side. "How did it go?"

"Better." Roman admitted. "Of course he still needs time. But I told him something Dean wouldn't have known."

John looked at him. "Like what, Sir?"

"I never shared with Dean that I had bottomed."

"Oh..." John's looked thoughtful. "So Randy believes us now?"

"I think so."

"Good." John looked relieved as he neared the tent as close as he was able. "You get better soon, Daddy. I love you." He spoke as clearly and loud as possible without yelling.

Randy slowly nodded the movement faintly visible through the distorted plastic. He went to try to move his hand feeling it dragging along something before it moved more freely giving a thumb up. "They have you under a special cover to try to cool you down. You have a bad fever." Roman tried to explain. John gave Randy a return thumb's up, his dimpled smile breaking through. He knew it would take time but his Daddy would be okay. Randy's eyes were feeling heavy, but he fought them closing. Part of his couldn't help wondering if he was dreaming. It may have been one screwed up dream, but at least his guys were with him.