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A RUMOR OF PEACE	By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He was suffused with a very sharp, very intense pain, and as he began to fall, he felt Rodolphus' arms wrap around him, lowering him to the stone floor. The last thing he remembered as it went dark, was the look of utter horror on his face, the screams of his name...
Severus moved, dropping to his knees as Rodolphus grew the knife free of Roark's chest, the blood immediately welling up. "Fuck, FUCK. HANDS. HERE. PRESS!" he snapped, as everyone converged on them. Sirius and Remus moved to keep them back as Counter-Intelligence swept into the warehouse.
"Ardyn is, I think, still alive," Remus told Sebastien as he and Robin rushed over.
Seeing that Severus and Ethan had Roark well in hand, hurried over to where Ardyn lay, his hands grasping at the ground, trying to get air into his lungs, the blood welling up from the wound in his throat.
Harry, his laser falling from suddenly nerveless fingers, in shock at seeing his brother take a knife meant for Rodolphus dropped to his knees on his brother's left side. "No, no, no," he muttered over and over again as Rodolphus pressed his hands over the wound.
"I'm not going to be able to keep them out much longer, Ethan," came his brother's tense voice in his ear after a few centons. "They know something very bad has happened in there. They're boiling to get in."
"Thanks, Roan," he replied the same tenseness in his own tone, his bloody hands pressing a square of white cotton padding that Severus had passed to him, to the wound.
Severus was emptying his medical bag of everything they would need while the others dealt with the mess across from them. It was chaos. Tom Riddle lay where he had fallen, red eyes open, staring, the look of shocked surprise frozen on his face.
Lying not far from him was Bellatrix Black Lestrange, killed by her brother-in-law, Rabastan. Ardyn lay where he too had fallen. He was, for the moment, still alive, Sebastien and Robin working to keep him that way. The rest of Riddle's people had made a swift run for the door, some managing to get away, others caught and bound.
"Rodolphus, you have got to GO. Now!"
He shook his head, his face utterly white, staring at the blood that covered his hands. He looked up at Severus' when his words registered on him. "I can't," he replied, his sherry eyes going to his lover's white, unconscious face. "I can't just leave him. Not like this."
"Yes, you can," came Harry's voice as he reached out to lay a hand on his forearm. "Rodolphus, we know who you are. Who you both are. We know what happened in here, but those warriors outside? They have no clue. They know only that you two are Terminators. That you and Rabastan were hired to kill us. THAT," he pointed to the knife lying discarded where Rodolphus had tossed it aside, "is one of YOUR knives, and it is the only proof they're going to need to start shooting first and ask questions later."
"He's right," Payton spoke up then. "You have to go. If you're killed now, you aren't going to be any help to him. And Rabastan...no, don't start shaking your head. You can't help Harry if you're killed too."
"PLEASE. I NEED for the both of you to go."
His head turned then, his eyes meeting Harry's emerald, seeing the fear in them, the desperation...the fury. "I...I know, but--"
"No buts, Major," came the new, deeply authoritative voice. "You and your brother are to get yourselves out of here!"
"I love him, Lt. Colonel," he said, seeing the pins on the collar of his scarlet jacket, the viper pilot's pin on the left side of his chest. By the looks of him, he was another Durin, but he had no idea which one. "How can I leave him?"
"By trusting us, Rodolphus," Sebastien said as he and Robin joined them, dropping to his knees and reaching out to brush Ethan's hands aside. "I am ordering you out of here, Major Rodolphus. Ordering BOTH of you out. We will take care of him, you have my promise on that."
Severus handed him a pair of scissors, which he immediately used to cut open Roark's uniform shirt, both of them swearing as soon as they got a look at the wound.
"GO, Dolph. We are going to do everything we can to keep him alive," he told him, picking up the red crystal vial, pulled the stopper, and poured its bright red contents directly into the wound.
"They're not waiting a micron {second} longer, guys. They know Roark's been badly hurt, and they're coming in, orders or no."
"GO!" came Aiden's growl as he hurried over. "Get yourselves to Caprica, and once you're there, we'll get this all sorted."
Several doors crashed open at once to admit Apollo, Zac, Starbuck, Boomer, and the warriors from the Garrison. Rabastan moved, grabbing his brother's arm, getting him to his feet, and the two of them, Rodolphus looking back longingly, disappeared behind some shipping crates.
"This fucking bleeding just won't STOP!" Sebastien snarled out, glancing over at Severus. "Wasn't that potion supposed to aid in slowing and stopping massive bleeding?"
"It's supposed to, unless..." he drifted off, then in a flash of movement, he was on his feet. "We have to move him, right now. Get him to the Aquarian Life Center. NOW! I need to run a couple of tests. If I'm right about this, we have a bigger problem than we first thought, and are going to have to go about this in a completely different manner."
"What are you thinking we're dealing with, Sev?" Robin asked.
"Bleeder."
Those words had every one of them paling to nearly white. Bleeders tended to die, and very quickly too. "But...It says nothing about his being a bleeder in his files." His head turned. "Sirius? Remus? Do you know anything about Rory being a bleeder?"
"No. Neither James, nor Lily ever said a word about it."
"Wouldn't it have been in his records when he entered the Academy?"
"It should have been, and when I find out who left that information out, I'm not ONLY going to have their job but their head. Let's move!"
EPILOGUE
He became aware very slowly.
He heard the sounds of a steady beep...beep...beep of the life monitor. He could tell he had an i.v. line in his hand, and as he slowly opened his eyes, trying to bring the room into focus, he saw that it was very dimly lit.
Another sound reached his ears then. A sound like...was that paper rustling? He turned his head, then almost wished that he hadn't as everything swam.
"Grandfather?" came his whisper.
The sound of those whispered words had Commander Jacob Adama's head jerking up from the papers he had been looking through. He saw his grandson's confused, drug-clouded silver eyes looking back at him.
"Roark," he breathed, immediately closing the file, setting it aside, and getting to his feet. "Thank the Lords of Kobol you've awakened," he said taking a seat on the edge of the bed, reaching up to press a button on the headboard.
"Where am I?"
"Caprican Military Life Center," he answered. "You gave us quite a scare, young man."
"THAT, Jacob, would be the understatement of the yahren {year}."
Roark's head turned again toward the sound of the voice. Making a distressed sound, his eyes closed against the rolling pitch of the room, making his stomach roll alarmingly. Feeling a cool hand settle on his forehead, he heard a drawer being opened.
He was opening his eyes very slowly as the feeling began to ease, and saw Robin pushing a needle into one of the i.v. ports. "There," he murmured, "that should help to relieve the dizziness and nausea. Try to not move too fast. You've been in a semi-conscious state for three sectons, {week}. In fact, this is only the fourth time that you've been awake, but we won't count the first three as you weren't very coherent, and very likely have absolutely no memory of them," he said as he picked up his chart, pulled a laser pen from his jacket pocket. "Hum...Sebastien, his blood pressure is still a bit too low for my comfort."
"I'm not surprised," he told him as he changed out the bags hanging from the pole, "given that he very nearly lost his entire blood volume before we could pinpoint what the problem was...aside from the poison that was on the blade. Which CERTAINLY didn't help matters. YOU, Roark Christopher Peverell Potter, gave us the scare of our lives, and if you EVER do that again, young man, you WILL regret it."
He blinked. "Um...okay. Sorry. Harry?" came the sudden hopeful whisper as he looked from Sebastien to Robin, who was now pulling the bandage that covered the wound on the center of his chest off. "I gather, from the looks of this, it was bad?"
"Worse than bad, I'm afraid," Robin answered as he opened yet another drawer. "We had absolutely NO idea..." here he paused, throwing an angry look at Adama, "and we SHOULD have, that you were a bleeder."
"Bleeder?"
"Your blood doesn't clot as it's supposed to without a little help. You so very nearly bleed to death before Severus got his blood results back. Telling us that what was suspected in the warehouse was true."
"The poison, the same poison that killed Kale and Tristyn, certainly didn't help matters." Robin carefully spread a cream over the jagged, red wound. "As for Harry, he and Rabastan went down to the cafeteria to get something to eat." A smile as he reached for the bandage. "Neither of them have been away from you for more than a few short intervals."
"Rabastan?" he asked in confusion. This was all just a little too much for his sluggish brain to take in.
"You've finally stabilized," Sebastien told him, moving around the bed to check the monitor as Robin taped the new bandage in place, "but your blood pressure is still a little low, so we're going to keep you right where you are for right now. We'll send out the word that you've woken up."
"Tell us how you feel, Rory."
"Um..." he breathed, trying to stretch, but stopped with a wince. "I've definitely felt better. Confused. Kody?"
"Is fine. He was taken back to his mother. We also saw to it that he got a new puppy."
A slow smile. "Good," he said with a slow smile, but then he frowned. "Please tell me he didn't see--"
"He didn't. Charlie and Dylan blocked him from the view of you, though he knows, of course, that you were hurt."
A slow nod. His eyes slipped closed but didn't remain closed for very long. "I think...I remember... Were the Admiral, Commander Thorin, and Dacian here?"
"They were. The first time you woke up, in fact," he was told. "The second time, Harry, Rabastan, myself, and Robin were here. The third time it was Harry, Rabastan, Raph, and Schy. You weren't very coherent, but we still tried to answer whatever questions you had."
He shook his head. "Then I guess I had better ask again, and maybe this time the answers will stick with me. Riddle? Ardyn? Bellatrix?"
"Tom Riddle is dead. Your laser shot took him in the chest, he was dead before he hit the ground. Rabastan killed Bellatrix when she tried to go after Rodolphus. As for Ardyn...Rodolphus' little throwing knife got him in the throat. We tried to save him, but it just wasn't to be."
"I...see. Rodolphus? You said Rabastan was here. What about Rodolphus?"
"Both Rodolphus and Rabastan escaped in the confusion at the warehouse--"
"Escaped?!" a deep frown curved his brow. "But aren't they...I mean..." he looked over at his grandfather.
"The Commander has been briefed that Rodolphus and Rabastan were our informants."
"I'm still not at all sure that I believe it, especially as it was one of his knives that was pulled from your chest. Rabastan Lestrange has been answering questions in a closed inquiry with Admiral Roark, Admiral Jenkins, Maxwell, and Malfoy. As well as Commander Thorin, Dacian, Geabriel, Raph, and Schyler."
"The knife that was thrown by Ardyn!"
A graying brow shot up. "And just how, may I ask, did Ardyn get ahold of that damn assassin's knives?"
"Well now, that would've been only one of the many questions we had planned to ask him, but as he is now dead...I guess we won't be getting any answers from him. And that assassin's name is Rodolpus!" he snapped harshly at his grandfather
The monitor at the head of his bed began to beep faster, growing louder by the micron {second}, the angrier he got. "Rodolphus is--"
"Roark, that is enough," Sebastien interrupted him calmly, but sternly. "You calm down right now, young man, or we'll be forced to sedate you."
"He was so much more than our informant, and you damn well know that Grandfather," Roark hissed angrily, defending his lover.
"Actually, I DON'T know. Your brother and the Durins are being remarkably closed mouth in regards to the Lestrange brothers and to their full role in this entire mess."
"What?" his eyes jerked to Sebastien. "Why?"
"We aren't really sure right now, and until Rodolphus comes in to report, I don't think we'll be getting answers anytime soon. Harry has received orders that he isn't to speak, OR to discuss anything he knows regarding the Lestranges and Aquaria with anyone BUT Counter-Intelligence."
"Rodolphus didn't come in with Rabastan? Why not?"
"Raphael and Schyler think he may be looking into something, and Rabastan, when he was asked, said simply that his brother was planning to look into something that he felt was important."
Sebastien pulled open a drawer, preparing a syringe, then pushed the needle into the spot he had prepared on his arm, smiling at the wince Roark gave.
"But...what could he possibly be looking into? I remember that he seemed to be so distant that day," he murmured, the sedative he had been given already beginning to work to great effect. "It was almost as if he were trying to pull himself away."
"His reaction when that knife hit you said something completely different. Sh...hh, hush now. You need rest, Rory. Sleep. You can puzzle this out later."
"I need to see him, Robin. I need to see Harry and Rabastan."
"And you will," came quietly, a cool hand smoothing over his far too warm forehead, the backs of his fingers moving over his cheek to jaw, "But not right now, Right now, you need to sleep. Everything will get sorted out in its own time." He raised his eyes to the monitor, smiling as the readout of his vitals slowly returned to normal.
His eyes slid closed then, and between one centon to the next he was asleep, his breathing evening out. "Thank the Lords of Kobol," Sebastien said with a sigh, looking over at his husband. "If his heartbeat and blood pressure had risen any higher--"
"Just what, exactly, is going on between my grandson and that Terminator?!" Adama demanded.
"THAT, Commander," Robin began as he and Sebastien both turned with frowns on their brows, "is not something that we can answer, nor can we discuss it with you."
"There is no discussion to be had, Doctor-Major Robin. I demand to know exactly--"
"Demand all you like, Commander, but we are not going to break confidentiality clauses by telling you something he hasn't yet discussed with you on his own. Nor, we might remind you, are we ALLOWED to discuss it with you."
"Sebastien, Robin, he--"
"Adama, it's not our place, nor anyone else's, for that matter, to discuss your grandson's personal life. What you want to know will have to come from him, and from him alone. Unfortunately for you, the story will have to wait until they, and WE, have been cleared to discuss it."
"You will just have to be patient, which I know very well is NOT one of your strong suits, and wait. Roark is in no condition to talk about this right now, and Harry is under a tight gag order, and CAN'T talk about it."
"You also need to keep in mind, Commander, that your grandson very nearly lost his life three sectons ago. Press him when he's in this condition, and you run the serious risk of killing him. His heart...his lungs are still recovering."
"Leave it alone. Let him heal. Let him get stronger before you question him about this."
"What, exactly, IS his condition?"
"Stable. He is, however, still in critical range. His blood pressure is still a little too low for our comfort, but his heart rate and respiration are looking good, which means at least his heart and lungs are repairing themselves, and his heart is finally beginning to beat at the pace that it is supposed to."
"He will need to be kept quiet, to get as much rest as he possibly can. No overexcitement, and CERTAINLY no discussions about anything that will upset him."
"So, in other words, you're telling me not to ask, or even talk to him about that Terminator?"
"We're not telling you anything. As his primary care doctors, we are ORDERING you. You WILL not, under any circumstances, ask him or talk to him about Rodolphus."
"Now, I think you need to go home. You need to tell your wife and children that your ADOPTED grandson is awake."
"It's a tradeoff then, is it? I don't bring up Rodolphus Lestrange, and you don't tell Roark he's adopted."
Sebastien scowled at him. "You really ought to be ashamed of yourself for saying that. NO, Adama, that ISN'T what this is about. It's not our place to tell Roark that he is adopted. That is for you, for Harry to tell him. My sole concern is for his health, and right now just is not the time to be agitating him."
A deep sigh sounded. "Very well. I will, however, be getting the answers I want. One way or another."
A smirk. "Of course you will, I'll be sure to warn Dad, Uncle Thorin, and my brothers that you want a word with them."
"You do that," he said, turning and stalking from the room, muttering about stubborn, overprotective Durins.
Sebastien looked over at his husband, who was beginning to chuckle. "What?"
"He really has no idea what he's up against, does he?"
"He should," came his answer. "He's been one of Dad's best friends since their days at the Academy together, but maybe he has forgotten. If he has, he's going to be in for a very big surprise. Uncle Thorin is just as bad as Dad on a GOOD day, and Kobol knows my brothers are just as bad, if not WORSE than Dad and Uncle Thorin put together. He will not be getting any answers out of any of them,"
Robin glanced down at his watch. "Well, he's going to sleep for a few centars at least. How about we go down to the cafeteria and find Harry and Rabastan? We need to tell them the good news that Roark has woken up, and I'm hungry."
Sebastien chuckled. "Dinner it is then, and telling Harry his brother is awake...though you realize he's going to be pissed that he missed it...AGAIN. Come on, I'm starving."
Chuckling, Robin slid his hand into his husband's held-out arm, and together they left the room and the sleeping Roark.
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