Rumor's Confirmed | By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Frowns appeared on more than a few faces, "We would like nothing better than to do so, Lieutenant, but it seems that he hasn't yet seen fit to report back to Admiral Roark, Commander Thorin, or Lt, Colonel Dacian. Tell us Lieutenant, why hasn't Major Rodolphus reported in yet?"
"As I have yet to speak to him, I cannot answer that."
"You said he was your lover."
"He is. Do you know everything that YOUR lover...or partner, is up to? No? Well, neither do I. I do not know every move that he makes, nor would I want to. I have no idea why he hasn't come in yet, but I DO know that he will." A thoughtful look suddenly appeared on his face, and several Durin's sat forward as one.
"We know that look, Rory. You just thought of something," Lt. Commander Roark said, "What just occurred to you?"
"Have you, by any chance, asked Rabastan about where Rodolphus might be?"
"Yes, we have, and like the rest of us, he has no idea where he is, or what he may be doing."
"Hum...mm, I wonder..." he murmured, his eyes lowering to his hands.
"Roark?"
"That doesn't really surprise me." He looked up. "That he doesn't know what Dolph may be up too. What I just thought of...Perhaps something happened in the warehouse that he felt needed to be looked into. Something that would be important to our case."
"Like what?" came the demand, making several frown at the abrupt harshness of it.
A shrug that had him wincing, and had, not just Severus' eyes, but Schyler's narrowing on him. "Well now, that would be the question, wouldn't it? Rodolphus has always been, at best, unpredictable, and at his worst, down right secretive. He will not say anything about what he may be doing, or what he may have already done, even to his brother, until he was damn good and ready too. It's irritating as hell, but there is nothing for it but to wait for him to come in. If he DID find out...or suspect that there was something that could be important to this case, then he would be far more likely to investigte it first, and report in after."
"And why would he need to fo that? This case is closed."
That brought Roark's head around. "It most certainly is not!" came out far more harshly then he intended.
"Excuse me?" came right back, along with an arched brow at his disrespectful tone.
"Tom Riddle, Commander Jansen, may be dead, but there is still a great deal of his organization that is still active. We never did capture any of his inner circle, which means that right now there is a power struggle taking place, to see just who will be stronger and powerful enough to take over after Riddle. There is still a lot of work to be done before we can even THINK about closing this case."
"Agreed," came from the heads of Counter-Intelligence, as suddenly Schyler was on his feet, Severus doing the same at the middle of the table.
The room quieted, watching as the two of them moved to where Roark sat, each squatting down on either side of him. He had, they saw, gone very pale, and his eyes now held a tight, very stressed look.
"Look at me," Severus demanded as Sebastien was suddenly on his feet and around the table, moving down the steps.
Roark's head turned, silver eyes meeting Severus' suddenly worried gaze, a hand raising almost absentmindedly to rub over the bandaged wound. "Don't," he said, capturing the hand as he looked over at Schyler, who nodded. "Enough. We're taking a break. Come on, let's get you to your feet."
They heard him hiss as Severus and Schyler assisted him to his feet. "His pain meds have worn off," Schyler told them.
"I have everything we'll need in Uncle Thorin's office. Of the four, it was the closest."
"Good," Severus said, slipping an arm around Roark and turning him toward one of the doors. "Come on, brat," came softly, "let's get you seen too."
Roark could only nod as he was led from the room under the gazes of those who looked worried, and those that just plain sneered at him. "I don't think they like me very much?" he whispered as they reached the door.
"They're loss, not yours."
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As he came back to the present, he rested his head against the cool glass window pane, his hand coming up to cover the bandage under his uniform shirt. He gave a sigh, suddenly feeling very tired. Slowly his had slid down toward his abdomen and rested there, an intense feeling of sadness suffusing him.
Shortly after waking, he had received the shock of all shocks when Severus had told him that. along with being a bleeder, they had discovered that he was a bearer of the very rare Carrier gene. He and Harry, they had discovered, both had the very rare gene that only a few thousand were born with every yahren, that would allow them to conceive.
Being a carrier came with a very high risk factor, but doubly so for a bleeder. More than half of the men lost their lives, either through miscarriages or in the surgery that was required to remove the child. Recovery times tended to vary depending on how well the man did after the surgery.
It was one afternoon, as he came awake from a nap that he found his brother, Rabastan, Robin, and Sebastien sitting around his bed, talking quietly amongst themselves. Having heard him stirring, they turned to look at him, and from the expressions on their faces, Roark had thought that something bad had happened.
"What is it?" he had asked sleepily, raising a hand to rub at his eyes, looking from one to the other, then finally back to Sebastien. "What's happened?" he'd demanded.
"Now calm down, Rory. Nothing has happened. There's just something we need to talk to you about."
"Oh, oh," he muttered, not liking the tone of Sebastien's voice at all. "By the sound of your voice, I'm not all that sure I WANT to know."
"No, perhaps not, but we think it's something that you need to be aware of," Robin spoke up. It's just...the docs have found something rather amazing, what with all the tests they've been running."
Roark had really wanted to sit up at that point, not wanting to be lying down for whatever this was. Harry, sensing what his brother was feeling, and wanting, moved to the edge of his bed, pressing a botton on his headboard to raise the bed.
"Okay. Tell me?"
"You have the Carrier gene."
It had taken a few centons for Sebastien's words to sink into his dazed mind, but once it had, his eyes went wide with surprise. "I...WHAT?"
Robin nodded as Harry took a seat at Roark's side. "There are only a few thousand a yahren lucky enough to be born with the ability to conceive. You and Harry happen to be two of them."
Roark looked over at his brother and saw that Rabastan had joined him, taken his hand, and twined their fingers together. "You're--"
Harry had nodded. "We had already been discussing the possibility of children, but we were thinking more along the lines of adopting. We may still decide to do that, but now..." he turned his head to smile up at his lover, who in turn returned that smile and bent to press a kiss to his brow.
"Now," Rabastan told him quietly, "we would like to have a couple of out own while planning to adopt."
"There are plenty of children that need homes and a loving family atmosphere."
"There is something else, Roark."
Roark's head snapped around, met the aquamarine eyes. "From your expression, I'm not going to like this, am I?
"Very likely not." Robin paused, looking over at his husband, who gave him a slight nod. ""You were pregnant, Rory," he murmured. "Only a few weeks along, but--"
"WERE?" he breathed, his left hand slipping down.
"I'm afraid, given the severity of the injury, the blood loss, and the shock that your body underwent...It was just too much...The small fetus did not survive."
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