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A RUMOR OF PEACE	By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Yes, but it wasn't for reasons of wanting to protect us or anything else. It's a VERY good thing he never introduced us to Tom Riddle or this would never have worked. That man has a memory you wouldn't believe. No, as it turns out, eight yahren {year} old was the perfect age to begin training as an Assassin...a Terminator, and that is what he began to do, train me to be both. I made my first kill when I was eleven. Rabastan was yet a little too young to train as an Assassin OR a Terminator, but he could learn to gather information and steal. Everyone trusts a lost child."
Roark didn't speak, but then there was no need for him to as his lover was now completely lost within his memories. Reaching out, he covered one of Rodolphus' hands, twining their fingers together, and when he turned at the touch, Roark saw a not quite blank expression on his face.
"Come here to me," he murmured, pulling him toward him, then laying back on the pillows beneath them, wrapping him in his arms, Rodolphus' back to his chest. "Tell me what happened to bring you to the attention of the Durin's."
"Hum...I was...fourteen, very nearly fifteen, Rabastan eleven. Zion had been given orders to go to Caprica. His marks were to be none other than a certain Admiral, then only a Commander, his two eldest sons, and his brother, the then Lt. Commander. They had, the yahren {year} before, set up an offshoot of the Colonial Armed Services. To be called the Colonial Counter-Intelligence Division."
"Roark, Thorin, Dacian, and Gabriel. If I remember right, Dacian had just been promoted to Major, and Gabriel was a Captain."
"Yes. Zion gave me and Rabastan the job of dealing with Dacian and Gabriel. Gabriel was, in fact, to be Rabastan's first kill. Only problem was, when it came time for us to do it...When I had Dacian in my laser sights, I...couldn't...WE couldn't kill them. There was...something about the two of them...something we couldn't quite put a finger on. We DID fire on them, aiming high and slightly left of them. I grazed Dacian--"
"And by doing so, alerted them that they were being targeted."
"Zion was furious when he found out we had missed, and as punishment, he took a laser whip to my back. Then feeling the lesson hadn't yet been learned, he turned on Rabastan."
"Biggest mistake he ever made," Roark breathed.
"Yes, it was. Coming after me like that was one thing, but go after my brother..." he felt Roark's arms tighten around him, felt his lips against his shoulder, knowing exactly what he meant, as he and Harry were the exact same way about each other. If you dared to go after one, you would be dealing with the other in very short order.
Rodolphus, having returned to himself, turned in Roark's arms, meeting his worried silver gaze. "I really don't remember clearly much of what happened after the point that I turned on him. I woke up in Life Center several days later, my brother sitting in a chair beside my bed, smiling, and with tears in his eyes.
"Standing across from Rabastan, on the other side of my bed, was Major Dacian and Captain Gabriel Durin. There was a Doctor there too, who looked quite a bit like the two of them. He was spreading something on my back that took away the pain from the whip marks. They had, Dacian said, burst into the house when they heard me screaming, just in time to see me take a knife to Zion's throat."
"Good," Roark snarled. his eyes taking on a sudden savage light. "I hope you split him open."
A soft chuckle sounded. "From ear to ear, darling," he kissed him lightly, then sighed, his head settling on Roark's chest. "They told me I had stabbed him numerous times after...that I was completely berserk. I was defensive, protecting Rabastan exclusively. They said I wouldn't even let them near either of us, snarling, waving the bloody knife before me, Rabastan too scared to do much more than hunch behind me. It apparently took them centars {hours} to talk me down, but once I had finally calmed enough to think somewhat reasonably, I collapsed."
"Um...mm. Blood loss and exhaustion, I would bet."
"You would bet right. The Doctor, as it turned out, was a young Counter-Intelligence Officer, so my name, and Rabastan's, as well as any information pertaining to either of us was never released. The blame for the attempted hits was placed solely at Zion's door."
"You should have expected that."
"Should have, would have, could have. I trusted no one at that point. Once I had recovered enough to be released from Life Center, they took us to their father and uncle. They explained our situation and then made us an offer. An offer we simply could not refuse, not that we really wanted to anyway."
"What did they offer you?"
"A chance at a different...BETTER life than what we currently had. They would sponsor us through the Academy when we came of age to enter if we would like, and once we had graduated there was a job offer waiting for us, if we would care to listen."
"You must have decided to listen to what they were going to offer you beyond the Academy."
"We did. Rabastan and I had just spent eight yahren {year} living on the streets, being trained to be assassins and Terminators, but that truly wasn't what we wanted. We wanted...DREAMED of something different...something much better for ourselves and each other. Something like what we would have likely had before our parents had died. They had a family ready to foster us, to help us get to what we wanted. It was a chance for something good."
Roark reached up just as Rodolphus lifted his head, gentle fingers brushing back a few strands of hair, then smoothed down his face. "I am very glad that you decided to take them up on that offer, Dolph," he told him softly. "Can I assume you're ranked then?"
He gave a nod. "I had been promoted to Major, and Rabastan to Captain after that platinum mine robbery, but at this point only select people know that."
"Those people being Admiral Roark, Commander Thorin, Dacian, Gabriel, and, of course, Severus."
He nodded. "That Doctor too knows."
"That doctor wouldn't happen to be named Schyler, would he?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, he would. Why?"
"Doctor-Colonel Schyler Durin. He's a cousin and the second son of Commander Raiden Durin, one of Roark's brothers. He was a Lieutenant at the time you're talking about, which means it's a safe bet that Raphael knows about the two of you as well as he and Schyler DO NOT keep secrets between them. All of the Durins that are here, as well as Bill and Charley Weasley know who you are too."
He shook his head. "Too many people. I think we can effectively say our cover has been blown."
Roark shook his head. "Not yet. None of them will ever speak of what they know, and I think you've realized by now that I have little to no control of any of my psychic gifts."
A deep frown appeared. "As a matter of fact, I HAVE noticed, and I would like to know WHY? I don't know any of them personally, but I do know that several of them have some very strong psychic gifts, and there are five of them, perhaps six here right now."
"I was sent to Saggitara when I was ten."
"As were Rabastan and I. Zion had little choice but to let us go long enough to get the basics down when it became obvious our gifts were too strong to control without some help. If you were sent to Saggitara, then you sure as hell should have better control than you do."
"I'm quite sure I probably would have, except that within a few sectars {months} of being sent there, something...happened. To this day, I have no active memory of what it was. Harry said he thought it had something to do with the dreams that I was having, They had apparently gotten so horrific the longer I was there my young mind decided to take steps to protect me. It, and by extension ME, willed myself into a self-imposed coma from which no one, not even Harry could wake me. I only just recently learned all of this from Ethan and Roan."
"Dreams?" Rodolphus sat up. "But...Roark, a dream is not empathy."
"No, it isn't, though they are linked with my empathy. It seems I have more than one psychic gift."
"Premonition," he murmured, looking thoughtful. "You were having Premonition dreams."
A nod. "So everyone seems to think. On Saggitara, it was decided, in order to protect me until I was old enough to face, and to understand what was happening, to place blocks on all of my gifts, except for my telepathy, then to magically seal them."
"That would have been a last resort move. Now?"
"Ethan thinks that as I've gotten older, those gifts have been strengthening, becoming too strong for the blocks and seals to contain them. They began to weaken under the strain of keeping them contained. My empathy was nearly completely free of both block and seal the night we met."
He began to shake his head. "I felt them go...the moment our eyes met, it was like something shattered in your mind."
"Yes, and it's let loose fully developed, and completely out of control gifts."
"Well, he would certainly know, wouldn't he? Once the seal failed, the block would have followed, which explains your empathy. Once the seals, and then the blocks failed... That would also explain those dreams you told me you were having of one of us dying. FUCK!" he ran a hand through his hair. "It's a wonder you haven't been driven insane."
Roark shuddered, sitting up to snuggle himself against him. "I don't want to lose you, Dolph, not when you have come to mean so much to me."
"You won't, babe," he murmured soothingly. "Here's the thing about premonition dreams. They are not set in stone, and with enough warning, they can often be avoided, if not averted altogether." He glanced up at the clock that hung over the fireplace. "It's late, love," he released him, stood, then pulled him up into his arms, kissing him slowly, deeply, sensually.
"Um...mm" he moaned, arms lifting to circle his neck.
Pulling out of the kiss, he looked down at the flushed face. "Let's go to bed," he said, his voice deep, husky. "I find I would like to very badly make love to you. Slow, intense, very passionate love."
"Oh, yes," he breathed. "Please do."
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