"Fuck!" Harry wheezes.

"Finally," he says, nodding as he tries to catch his breath.

Both of them scan for any signs of Deez or T.

"Where the fuck-"

"There!" He points as he notices familiar yellow smoke billowing out of a cavern.

T.

T was definitely in that cave.

His lungs burned more than he could remember them ever burning before. They were burning so much, the mere thought of running into that smoke was daunting.

But for Deez- He releases his knees before he pushes himself to run again.

"Mate!" Harry calls out, "Be warnin' a dyin' pirate."

"No time to die!" He grabs Harry as he passes. The fact that Deez was so close gave him a third-

Hell, he might already be on an eighth wind.

He wasn't sure how he would've made it here without Plunge.

"C'mon," he urges.

"Aye Sweet Boy." Harry takes a few deep breaths, "remember ya can'nah be breathin' that shit."

They were so close, he could almost smell the scent of ash and peppermint that clung to Deez's skin.

"I don't know if you noticed," he comes to a halt as he hears the god's voice echoing in the cave, "but the bitch was blindly spelling in there like magic was candy to give away."

"Fine." T wheezes.

Hades and T come running out of the smoke filled entrance, but his stuttering heart could only see one thing.

Deez.

His Treasure.

"Come on, Kitten-" Hades holds her to his chest with one hand while he holds the other in front of her, "Just try."

Deez slowly nods before she reaches out and clings to Hades' wrist.

What was she doing?

Why did it look like-

His eyes widen.

No.

.No!

She couldn't seriously be trying to-

He growls at the piercing scream before he races to take her back.

"Baby Girl!".

"Wait, stop-" T lunges at the god, his hands covering Deez's as he pulls them away.

All five of them stare at the cuff when it clangs to the ground, teetering before it settles.

What the hell just happened?

How did-

"YES!" Hades cheers, his voice a loud growl of excitement as flames engulf his free hand.

"Oh hell yeah!" He drops Deez as he turns back towards the cave, "bring it on Mimsy, I might be a quarter of my strength, but I can beat you now."

He turns away from the god when he sees T struggling to stand up from where he'd caught Deez.

"Get her outta here you three," Hades calls over his shoulder before he walks back into the cave, "I'm armed with more than just strength now BITCH! I told you to leave what's mine alone!"

He bolts towards Deez, his sole focus getting her to safety.

Getting her back in his arms.

Where she belonged.

"Gil!" T breathes out, hoarsely.

"Shit." Harry breaths out, "T ya be-"

"I'm fine, fucking get her out of here." T all but shoves a red splattered Deez at them. "Now!" He snaps, rubbing at what were probably weepy red and tear stained eyes, if the yellow smoke still billowing out of the crevice meant anything.

He pulls Deez to him, wrapping his arms around her as he cradles her to his chest.

He had her.

He had her!

Thank god, he had her.

He had her, and he was never letting her go again.

He blinks until his vision clears.

T rushes over to Harry and grabs the hem of his hoodie, pulling it off over his head.

"What ya be-" Harry blinks at the sudden accosting.

"Here, she's fucking freezing."

He frowns as he looks down at her, realizing for the first time there was no warmth to her at all.

His brow furrows, was she trying to say something?

"I'm so-sorry." She shivers, but her voice was so hoarse it hurt to hear her talk.

"Ssshhh." He coos to her, "Ain't nothin' to be sorry for. We've got you. I've got you." He hugs her to him tighter.

"I didn't, want to, didn't mean-"

"Ssshh, I know Treasure, I know."

Harry's eyes widen as he snatches his hoodie from T and tucks it around Deez in concern.

"Will you three get the fuck outta here!" T snaps as he wipes the sleeve of his hoodie over his eyes roughly, "Reunion later. Moving now."

"Come on, mate, let's be gettin' her outta here."

"Yeah," he nods without argument.

Something was off.

He was missing something.

But they had her back, and that was all that mattered.

She was worse for wear, but she was talking.

Talking nonsense, but still talking. It was so much more than he could have hoped for.

The ground quakes beneath them.

"Can we please fuckin' leave!" T shoves him, before he pushes Harry.

He nods as he braces Deez against his chest, adjusting the hoodie surrounding her, so she was getting as much of his warmth as he could provide her.

"I got ya Treasure." He whispers as he races down the mountain with her, "I got ya an' we're going home."

"Uma-" He hears her sob as she presses her face to his neck.

"Uma be bitin' at the bit ta be havin' ya back," Harry assures her.

Running down a mountain was so much easier than running up. Especially when he had what he wanted.

And now that his Treasure was back where she belonged, he felt like he could finally breathe again.

The moment his feet hit level ground, he readjusts her, so he could nuzzle her shoulder.

He honestly wasn't sure what the hell he'd have done if he'd lost her. And he didn't want to ever find out.

"We'll be home soon," He promises her.

She shivers against him, her small fingers tangling in his hoodie pocket as she hides her face.

But he could still hear her crying.

"It's alright, Treasure, everything's going to be alright. You're back where you belong."

He nearly trips when he hears her mumble something about hurt.

"What'd'ya say?" He prompts her in concern.

Cause she certainly hadn't just said what he thought she just said, right?

Deez always healed.

"I'm sorry." Deez pants as she curls tighter in his arms, "It hurts, please-"

"Shit," he frowns, "Harry!"

He wasn't sure what to do.

What was hurt?

How?

He turns back to her, "it's okay, Treasure." He kisses the top of her head, wishing that it was just her shaking him.

But hell if those words didn't terrify him.

"What be wrong?" Harry asks as he falls into close step with him.

"We have to slow down," he frowns as he looks down at Deez in concern.

Harry looks back over his shoulder before he takes a deep breath, "Aye, we be ah fair distance away, near half to the cove," his brow furrows, "We be needin' ah short break?"

"She's in pain," he locks his gaze with Harry as they slow to walking.

What did that mean?

How could that happen?

"Pain?" Harry questions, unable to hide the slight tremble in his voice.

"Sorry," Deez grimaces as she gasps for air, "I- It won't stop."

They both look down at her in concern.

"Ain'ah nothin' ta be sorry bout."

"Yeah," He agrees as he loosens his grip on her. He looks around before he walks over to a nearly flat bolder.

"Be passing her here, and we can be ah usin' yer hoodie too."

"Yeah," he nods as he tenderly hands her over to Harry, his eyes widening in horror when he finally registers what the red was.

She was bleeding.

Deez.

The girl who could take kegs of black powder and hundreds of bullets was bleeding.

The girl who could take a building collapsing on top of her.

His stomach drops.

She was bleeding.

And badly.

"Fuckin' sea gods! Treasure, what be happenin' ta yer hands?"

He pulls his eyes off her grievous stomach wounds, only to have his stomach twist and anger flair at the sight of her scorched hands.

Her. Scorched. Hands.

As in burnt.

Their Fire Princess was burnt.

What the hell had happened?

"It's just not healing." Deez chokes on a sob, "it's staying."

He shakes his head, doing his best to quell his anger before he rips off his hoodie.

"Ya be hurtin' anywhere else?" Harry asks in a trembling voice as he passes her back to him, hissing as his eyes widen, "fuck."

"What," He looks her over in concern. What else was wrong?

"She were stabbed-" Harry's hand trembles as he touches a place on Deez's back, "It be ah goin' through her."

Her entire body seizes in his arms at Harry's slight brush, setting his teeth on edge.

He wanted to kill something.

Rip it apart.

Scream. Rage.

Hurt Mim the way she dared to hurt their Baby Girl, his Treasure.

"Sorry-" Deez struggles to say around her panting once she stops moving.

"Please stop," his vision blurs. "Just-Please." He carefully sits down, holding her tenderly. "Please." He couldn't take it. It was tearing his heart to shreds. "Stop apologizing." He cups the back of her head gently before he bends down to press a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Ya didn't do anything wrong."

Deez blinks as she looks up at him, her breathing shallow as she nods.

Harry bites his lip as he takes the bigger hoodie and quickly drapes it over her before he pulls a roll from his bag, "We can be gettin' ya patched up right quick an' then be headin' home, loves."

"Aye," he brushes his hand through her hair lovingly.

Uma would know what to do.

Uma always knew what to do.

He looks up to Harry, feeling utterly lost, only to find his brother in similar straits.

"Bandage. Stop the bleedin'. Get ta Uma." Harry mutters as he carefully unrolls the-

His brow furrows.

That wasn't a bandage.

His frown deepens at the greasy glint, before he sighs.

He didn't need to what it was-

All he knew was if Angel made it, it would help.

And that's all that mattered.

Because, his eyes drop to Deez and his heart twists in his chest.

Fuck.

She was in so much pain.

Fuck.

She was in pain.

Since when did Deez feel pain?

"Love, be ah lettin' me see yer hands." Harry asks after he finishes with her waist.

"C'mon Treasure, I know it hurts, but this'll help, we promise." He adds as he cradles her closer.

Deez grimaces as she stretches her arms, the motion slow, as if moving also hurt.

Harry grits his teeth as he wraps the bandage around her wrist and hand before weaving it through her fingers and then binding it together. "There, that should be ah helpin'." He gives her a small wink, as if he were just slapping a bandage on a cut, before he starts on the other hand.

He watches her carefully as she takes a deep breath before she lets out a sigh of relief.

Thank god.

"Anywhere else Treasure?" He prompts in concern.

"Go-" Deez pants as she pulls her arms back, "please." Tears fall from the corner of her eyes, "home, I- I wanna go home."

He turns to Harry with a frown.

"Aye, Fire Princess, let's be ah doin' that then."

He lets Harry help him up, doing everything in his power to keep her steady.

Only he was finding it difficult to-

Shit.

"Harry," he stumbles before he straightens up, "I can feel it startin' ta wear off."

Harry grimaces as he looks over his shoulder at the mountain and then back in the direction of the cove.

"We be ah havin' ta hit it again like," Harry shakes his head as he searches in his bag.

He sighs, good.

Glad he hadn't had to talk Harry into it.

Harry upends the jar in his mouth and swallows before he shakes his head, "Let me be ah tellin' Uma the update."

"Yeah," He nods, "good idea."

One, he hadn't even thought to do.

He grimaces.

He could see why T dropped shit. There was just so much-

All at once.

Harry quickly scrawls in the book before he tucks it away.

"Ya mind?" He asks as he juts the bag on his hip towards the other boy.

Harry pulls the bottle out before he pops the wax cork off, "down it goes."

He forces himself to swallow, "'ugh, I don't know which tastes-"

He pauses as his heart starts to race before it slams into his chest and he stands straighter, "but I know which one I like better."

"Aye, 'til we be ah droppin'," Harry sighs as he throws the bottle into his bag, "be ready?"

He readjusts Deez in his arms in an attempt to take pressure off her stomach, "is this okay?,"

"Wake up, wake up," Deez pants between shallow breaths, her eyes open but clearly not seeing him, "please, wake up."

The desperation in the soft plea hurts his chest-

"It's gonna be okay, I promise." He whispers to her, "we jus' gotta get home."

T-T

These poor fucking kids.

D has to be scared out of her fucking mind right now-

Cause yeah, she's felt pain, but…

Not like this.

Can you imagine?

Instantly healing your entire life and then-

Bam.

You're trapped to an altar with shit you'd rather not think about, after attacking the one you hold dearest, only to watch as one of your friends is nearly killed while trying to protect you?

It's just a fucking lot.

Like a huge fucking lot.

Just like this plot-

There's just a fucking lot.

And then there's Gil-

That poor mother fucker-

I just-

My heart is breaking for him.

He has to be so fucking scared and worried.

The person he loves most in the world is doing so much she shouldn't be doing.

Like bleeding.

And having holes.

And having mother fucking burns on her damn hands.

Cause that isn't fucking horrifying at all-

The Isle's Fire Princess, having burnt hands-

Just fuck.

Much love and shit

-Twisted