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Rumor's Confirmed	By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fanfiction. I do not own HP, Battlestar Galactica or any of these wonderful characters, I am simply borrowing them from the three wonderful authors that created them. I make no profit from any of these works.

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A sudden bark of laughter. "You really should have known better than that, son."
Raphael shook his head, a chuckle escaping him as he turned his head to look at his father. "Yes, Dad, I certainly should have. You would think, after as many bets as we've lost against those two, we'd learn NOT to take bets from them. It seems though we make the same mistake of underestimating what they will and will not do." He turned back to Roark, a brow lifting. "How?"
A smile. "The sheaths are made from a soft, very supple leather. If you want the truth, they were a bit uncomfortable, especially the one behind the buckle of my weapons belt, but once I got used to them being there..." he paused with a shrug. "Think about it, Raph. If, for any reason, you happen to lose your laser, these blades would be your next best form of defense."
Raphael nodded, a considering look in his eyes. "Remove your belt, Roark."
Reaching down immediately, he untied the thin leather strap around his thigh, then unbuckled the belt to hand it over to him. "Rodolphus and Rabastan designed, then implemented the changes done to our belts," he told him as he watched him look at each of the sheaths.
"Hum...yes, Harry told us the same thing. Interesting," he studied the placement of each of the sheaths before reaching for each knife lying on the table to return them to their sheaths. Returning the belt to Roark, he said, "You may rearm yourself, Roark, but know we will be talking more about this in depth later. As I told Harry and Rabastan, I like this idea of having a secondary form of defense, and what is more, it has real merit. It could be used to devastating effect."
"Of course we will, and I will be waiting for your call." He gave a soft chuckle, only to stop with a wince, his hand raising to rub at his chest.
"Rory?" came immediately, worriedly as he reached out a hand to lay it on his arm.
"Stop it," he told him. "I'm fine," he went on, retying the thin leather strap. "It's just that it's still a bit uncomfortable for me to chuckle or laugh."
Returning to his chair, he sat, then reached for the water pitcher sitting on the corner. After pouring himself a glass, he lifted it to drink, noticing Severus watching him with narrowed eyes.
"Truly, Severus, I'm fine."
"Do you need to take a break, Lt. Roark?" came the question as Severus finally gave a nod.
"No, Admiral Jenkins. I really AM fine," he answered as he drank from his glass again. "As I said, it still hurts a bit when I chuckle or laugh."
A nod. "Very well, if you are sure. You said that Captain Ardyn drew the knife from his belt?" At Roark's nod, he asked, "What happened next?"
"Riddle had just drawn his laser and was bringing it up as Ardyn threw the knife at Rodolphus. This is when things start to go vague. I remember being very surprised when I suddenly found my laser in my hand...and no before any of you ask, I have NO idea how it happened, only that it had. I've discovered I have gifts that were apparently blocked, then magically sealed for my own protection when I was ten yahren. Doctor-Captain Ethan would be the better one to ask about that since he was on Saggitara, and he was one of the ones who sealed the blocks placed."
"As interesting as it may be, I do not think that line of questioning is relevant at this time. If need be, we can go back and discuss it. So...your laser was suddenly in your hand and Ardyn had thrown the knife at Rodolphus..."
Roark gave a nod, a slight frown on his brow. "I remember stepping in front of him as I brought my weapon around and fired. I--"
"And why, Lieutenant, would Ardyn wish to throw a knife at that Terminator? And WHY, may I ask, would you find it necessary to step in front of him?"
"Both of those questions have the same answer, Commander Adama," he told his stern-looking grandfather, a smirk appearing. "As does the question no one has yet bothered to ask, though I know several are dying too. Severus and Sebastien know the answer to all three questions, of course."
"Why Rodolphus and Rabastan made those changes to your weapon's belts in the first place?"
"Yes, Lt. Commander Dacian," he turned his head, the smirk more pronounced as he looked at him...waited...waited...
Dacian turned stared at him, then turned his head. "Severus?"
A shake of his head. "Not my place to answer that, Dacian. Besides, the brat is OBVIOUSLY waiting for you to ask him." A jerk of his head to a smirking Roark.
Dacian turned his attention back to Roark, a dark brow raising over forest green eyes. "Really, Roark? You seriously want me to ask?"
"Yep," he popped the p, looking at each of them, amusement dancing in his eyes as he waited.
"Imp," came the sudden mutter that was heard by everyone. "The boy is a damned Imp, just like his brother."
Laughter. "That he is, Samuel. Very well, brat. Why, Roark, did our undercover specialists make those changes to your and your brother's belts? Though we already now know that Rabastan made those changes because he and Harry...are..." he drifted, then, "you DIDN'T!"
A nod. "Rodolphus and I are also lovers. He decided that I needed a second form of defense as, and I quote, 'if those idiots Riddle calls Terminators would only learn a lesson and stop taking potshots at you, then you wouldn't need this.'" He shook his head. "I told him I didn't know why he was so upset about it, as he was the one who had the great pleasure in dealing with said idiots every time one of them decided to try to kill me." He gave a shrug then, barely suppressing the wince. "I heard Riddle was even growing extremely disgusted with his Terminators."
A snort from Raphael. "Yes, so Harry informed us., and when we discussed the matter with Rabastan...Well, let's just say HE could barely stop laughing long enough to tell us anything. Said it was the most fun he'd had since taking the assignment. I have yet to meet two men who enjoy dealing with the stupidity in others more than Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange. But back to Ardyn. I gather he threw the knife at Rodolphus BECAUSE he was your lover?"
"Yes. Ardyn was absolutely furious when we revealed that we were lovers. For reasons known only to him, he had decided that I belonged to him, and SOLELY to him. He was extremely jealous of anyone paying me any kind of romantic attention. That Rodolphus dared to touch what he saw as his...dared to take what he considered to be his...which, of course, I very strongly disagreed with, for if I belonged to anyone, it was Rodolphus Lestrange."
"So...ooo, you stepped in front of him to take the knife instead of letting him, a man who was a Terminator, an undercover specialist, who knew the risks he was taking by being both...had, in fact, very likely protected himself from just such an action, and take the knife himself?"
"Um...mm," Roark blinked, a look of surprise on his face. "Huh." He looked up at Raphael, the man who had been training him in all forms of defense...as well as how to fight more effectively, since his second year in the Academy. "I hadn't thought of that."
"No." Raphael gave a deep sigh. "You apparently weren't thinking of a lot of things, young man, and THAT is not like you. Believe me when I tell you, we WILL be talking about it in great detail later," he told him, the look in his eyes one of pleasure at the thought of getting to teach his student another lesson of not being so fucking reckless. "But do go on, Roark. What happened after you stepped so recklessly in front of the man who had no doubt protected himself?"
Roark arched a brow. "You aren't going to let me forget this, are you?"
"No. I'm not. In case it has slipped your mind, Roark Christopher Peverell Potter, it is MY job to make sure you don't be an idiot when you find yourself in certain situations. Well, at least you didn't burn anyone to a crisp this time."
"THAT was a practice dummy, and you deliberately made me furious just to see if I WOULD lose control."
"Which you did."
"Alright. Raphael, that will be quite enough. You can rub his nose in all this later. Go on, Roark." Admiral looked from his pouting son to Roark. "Tell us what happened next."
"Yes, Sir. I'm afraid that at this point my memory becomes...vague. I remember the pain of the knife hitting me...remember how sharp, how...INTENSE it was. I barely remember my body going completely numb, or falling back against Rodolphus, though I do remember his arms around me, lowering me to the stone floor. I barely remember the screams of my name...hearing the absolute horror in their voices. I also barely remember Alexei, Aiden, and Grayson demanding to know what had happened. Then...nothing."
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