FIC: Taking Back My Love (4/??)

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Title: Taking Back My Love (4/??)
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Martin Skrtel, David Villa, Fernando Torres/ Sergio Ramos (later)
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer:  nothing is real!
Summary: Martin was in an abusive relationship. This is a AU fic!



My eyes fluttered open. My head begins to buzz and I let out a pained groan. I try to sit up but everything begins to spin and I feel like my insides are curling and twisting, my throat feels dry and I just know I'm going to empty the contents of my stomach soon. I could feel the pressure rising to my throat and I groan.

I try to sit up again and I feel that same sensation, like the world had suddenly vanished before my feet. Oh God! The pain! My mouth begins to water and my throat starts to itch, I'm going to vomit.

I could vaguely hear someone screaming frantically and I feel my body jolt as I empty the contents of my stomach. Fernando had pulled me up and placed a white cylinder bucket before me. Just in time before I threw up all over myself. He knew how my body worked, he was, after all the one who nursed me back to health. A damp towel was dabbed at my mouth and the acrid smell of stomach acid reaches my nostrils and I gag but nothing comes out. I'm too weak to hold myself up and I fall back down on the mattress. I feel cold and I begin to shiver.

"Get him another blanket." Someone was saying, but it sounded muffled and slow. I could hear the shuffling of footsteps. I drift back to slumber.

When I woke again, I felt stronger, although my eyes felt heavy. I was able to move without having the world spin in my eyes. Someone was stroking my head, lulling be back to sleep with a lullaby. I could recognize that voice anywhere, Fernando had a voice that could convince a dragon into believing that he was a butterfly. I groan and I hear him shush me.

"Hey handsome." He smiles, I try to smile back at him but needles were relentlessly sticking in my head.

"Don't try to speak." It's not like I want to speak but where the hell am I?

"Where am I?" I groan as my hands clamp my heated skull. "God, my head's killing me."

"You're at the hospital silly." Fernando cooed. There was something wrong with him; he usually doesn't act like this. Usually, he'd be screaming at me right now for not taking better care of myself. But he was extremely nice, something was wrong.

"David?"
"He's outside, talking with the doctors."
"What happened?"

"The usual," he pouted cutely. "Not enough oxygen circulated through your body and it didn't reach your brain so you lapsed."

To my amazement, Serigo appeared in front of me. He just stared, as if I've suddenly sprouted from the ground or something. He grimaced at me and handed something to Fernando. I look at him expectantly, he smiles nervously.

"David and I didn't know how hospitals in Liverpool operated and Mr. Ramos and Mr. Agger were kind enough to assist us." He squeezes my hand when he said his name; I stare at him in disbelief.

How could you? I wanted to yell at him. Why? It doesn't take a genius to figure out how hospitals operated! At least he wasn't in the room, I was glad about that. You know Fernando, when I get better, I'll spank you like you've never been spanked before.

I sit up abruptly and instantly the room begins to spin and my head weighs a ton, billions of tiny needles began to bore into my skull, my heartbeat quickens and so does the beat of the monitor. My breathing catches in my throat and I grab onto Fernando. I hear him curse, its times like these that I want to hear him curse, I need to concentrate on something else other than the pain throbbing in my head. I gasp as I hold onto him.

"Ride it out." He tells me. What the hell do you think I'm doing, Jackass?

"Ride it out." I groan again and press my face into his chest, gasping for breath. My lungs could only pertain an amount of air and its preventing me from taking a deep, deserving, breath.

"It will pass." It did, eventually and he forces me to sit up, I try not to slouch as I grab my head. He pulls my hands away and breathes with me, coaxing me to follow his example and I do, until I feel relaxed and my breathing evens. I give him a smile and he kisses me on the cheek.

"See, that wasn't so hard?" he tells me. Yeah? Try having your gut curling and your head throbbing with needles, see if you'll still think it's easy?

"Take me home." I whisper. He doesn't say anything for a while.
"The doctors are retaining you for 24 hours for observation." Serigo answers, as if he enjoyed the idea that I was miserable in a hospital. I turn and glare at him.

"Who the hell asked you to reply?" I growl and he looked shock. I guess he didn't expect me to be so mean in my condition but anyone would be anal if they felt like their heads were about to explode. I turn back to Fernando. "Fer," I whine. "Get me out of here, you know how I hate hospitals." He looks at me sadly and nods.

"Okay." He says and I could see Serigo's eyes boring into me, like he could kill me just by staring or something. I bet that was what he was wishing for. Ugly bastard. I know he's interested in Fernando and so I wrapped my arm around him and nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck. He sighs and caresses my head and I could see Serigo's smoldering glare, his eyes literally turned red with jealousy. Yeah, bastard. Wish you could have him, don't you?

Fernando's warm, and soft, and reassuring. He holds me a little while longer before he reluctantly pulls away. "I have to go consult with the doctors, okay?" he tells me with a smile.
"Hurry, Fer, I don't want to stay here more than I have to."
"I know." He whispers and gives me a light kiss on the cheek. "Just hang on a little longer. David's already working on it."

Fernando slides off the bed and before he does, his eyes told me something, a warning of some sort and when he moved, I knew why. There he was, seated at the corner, his eyes hidden in shadows and I almost choked. I watch Fernando leave and I could feel my heart pounding, it didn't help that the monitor quickened its beat as well, I pulled the clip from my finger and the monitor gives a loud siren of alarm.

Serigo jumps to the monitor and turns it off. "What the hell are you doing!?" He growls, I raise a brow and scoff. I scoot myself up and lean back against the wall as I try to prop the pillows under me. Why did he have to be here? I don't want him to see me like this, weak and helpless. This isn't what I wanted. I could feel his eyes on me, unrelenting, draining in my image, sucking my life force, almost. I close my eyes and try to ignore his presence.

I heard Serigo gasp and I snap my eyes open. He's staring at me again. "What the F*CK is your problem!?" I yell at him. "Are you in love with me or something!?" he doesn't reply but stares at my chest instead, I look down and realized that my sheet had fallen from my shoulders and were now pooled at my waist, my chest exposed to the world.

I guess anyone would gasp at my sight. I have three long scars running along my chest; white and stretched. At least he can't see the scar beneath my armpit. I pull the sheet back to my chin and hold it there while I glare at him. "Never seen scars before?" I snarl.

"Did you get into a car accident?" he asks and this makes me laugh.
"I would have gladly preferred a car accident than what I've been through, trust me." I snarl and I swore I saw Daniel flinch from his seat. Yes, how does it feel to see what you've created? I bet you're just loving it, aren't you?
"What happened to your temple?" he asks. I snort and laugh.
"Aren't you the curious one." I scoff. "Why don't you mind your own business?" I tell him and he looks like he could kill me again. Really, first he stares and now he wants to be my best friend or something. He doesn't have time to react since a middle aged doctor and David and Fernando enter the small room.

"Ah, Martin." The doctor looks at his board and shakes his head. He looks at the monitor and laughs. "Had fun with that didn't you?" Uhm, sure, why not? He looks back at his board and shakes his head again.

"These gentlemen were just explaining that you wanted to go home." He began. I nodded. Yes, home. "Well I don't think that I would advice it but since they have pointed out that this happens on occasions and your doctor in LA usually let's you go home, I don't think it would be a problem." He smiles and I smile back.

"Thank you." I say gratefully.
"Yes, yes." He says eagerly. "But it's amazing to see you in one piece in all that you've been through. Amazing." He looks down at his board again and Fernando looks at me helplessly.
"Yes, it is." I reply.
"Three broken ribs?" he says, "How was it accomplished?" Now, I don't feel so friendly anymore. Haven't he ever had a serious case before?
"And an alloy as a replacement for one rib?" he looks at me. "That must have been an arduous surgery."

"Oh, it was." I tell him with an edge to my voice. I could see Daniel vaguely, he seemed to be listening, how could he not? He probably enjoyed the fact that he caused those injuries. Serigo on the other hand looked repulsed.

"And a ruptured temple. Your record show that you have an alloy plate as replacement for the fractured bones, interesting."
"How the hell did you get those injuries?" I hear Serigo say and Fernando turns on him.
"Mind your own fucking business!" he growls. David has this smug expression on his face like he enjoyed having Fernando go anal. I wish he'd slap Serigo senseless. But it sounded funny rather than threatening with his Americanized accent. Serigo smirks, daring him.

"Yes, how did you acquire those injuries? They were never reported." The doctor shuffled through his board and tried to see if he missed the record.

"Hmm, quite interesting." He said to himself and then he threw the board on my bed while he pulled a metal object that resembled a pen from his breast pocket.
"I'll have to check your receptors." He explains and I groan.
"I have my occasional checkups, I don't need to do this." I argue. He looks at me and laughs.
"Oh yes, you do." He takes my foot and drags the metal object. My foot curls and reacts. "Good, good." He mumbles. Then he moves to my right hand and drags the object down my palm. He frowned, I know why.
"Have you ever had your arm broken before?" he asks.
"Yes."
"You might have lost some vital receptors."
"Yeah, I know."
"Can you feel from this arm?"
"Not all the time."
"Can you feel heat or cold?"
"Yes."
"Electromagnetic currents?"
"Not always. It usually feels numb, especially when it's cold."
"Yes, yes. We do have this bracelet that could increase the flow of electrodes. Would you want one?"
"I already have one." I must have sounded annoyed for David pulled the doctor aside and gave a nervous laugh.
"Doctor, he's equipped, trust me. I think all we need to do now is to sign the release form." The doctor looked disappointed. I bet he wanted to put me under his microscope and dissect my brain.

Eventually, he did sign and Fernando and David helped me in my clothes. I couldn't walk very well and had to be brought down to the parking lot in a wheelchair. I hate being in a wheelchair, I would rather have crawled but David threatened to knock me out cold.
'You will sit your ass down on the wheelchair or by God I will call your mother.'
I almost said, 'Go ahead, I dare you.' But then it would lead to another argument and we'd stay in the hospital for days. So I complied. What else could I have done? And anyway, he promised to baby me for a week.
Serigo and Daniel walked us down to the parking lot and before Fernando help me in the car, we locked gazes, I don't know how long it was but seeing his dark eyes made me hate him even more. He looked sad, apologetic, and mournful. I didn't care, my head was buzzing because of him, he caused these injuries and I had to slave my way through recovery. His eyes told me something but I refused to read it. I broke eye contact and held onto Fernando and glared at him.

Thanks for everything, Daniel. I thought bitterly. No matter, you'll feel a lot worst when I'm through with you, trust me.

Deep down, I knew I was still in love with him, that I still longed for him. But my hatred had grown to overrule any form of compassion that I would have granted him. All he had from me now was my hate. Fernando thanks them for their help, he did look convincing. He's a great actor I tell you. I enjoyed how Serigo frowned when he saw Fernando get in the backseat and pulled my head to rest on his shoulder, it was fun seeing that man glare at me with contempt. And to make it worst, I kissed Fernando's neck.
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I really didn't need a whole week to recover. I was fine the next day after I came home from the hospital but Fernando and David wouldn't hear it, saying that I was not well enough, that I should stay home and rest. Then they started to joke about my weight again. It's always a sensitive topic for me and they knew it.

"It's okay if you gain a few pounds. The more cushion for the pushin.'" I almost threw up when David said this, completely overrated. I laughed my heart out and so did Fernando that we found ourselves crying.

"What?" Confused, David threw down the pillow and hit us with his house slipper.
"Oh yeah Martin, I sure would have fun touching your six pack, oh wait, I meant six rolls." Fernando says seductively. Now it was my turn to frown and I literally look at my abdomen to see if I had rolls. I didn't! Damn bastards.

"You're just jealous cause I'm beautiful." I retort. Fernando looked offended. If there is someone you could call overly vain, it's him. He gasps.

"I am the EPITOME of BEAUTY!!!" he shrieks, "Why should I be jealous. Your ears are too large and and... I'm a lot more BEAUTIFUL than you are!!!"

David and I stare at each other, holding our laughter in but he explodes and crumbles to the floor, beating his fist against the innocent carpet. Fernando begins to sniff and I know he's not acting. Tears begin to well in his eyes and David and I stop laughing while we watch him sniff and bite his lips to hold in his tears. He then begins to make a hiccupping sound and the sobs begin.

"Damn it David!!!" I snapped. "Now why did you have to go and make him cry!?" David gapes.
"Me? You're the Jackass who prompted him!!!"
"Oh, Fernando." I take him in my arms and he pushes me away. I do hate it when he cries, it takes forever, I swear. I would have to spend the rest of the night begging for his forgiveness, trust me. He can be an ass when he wants to, and here I thought I was difficult. "Of course you're the epitome of beauty. No one can compare to your perfection." Yeah, corny, but hey, as long as it works. I'll say anything.

"You're the apple of my eyes." Okay, maybe I shouldn't have had said that, David begins to laugh again and he tries to muffle it by pressing the pillow on his face, he tries to get on my bed but falls from laughter.

"Apple of my eyes." he wheezes as he falls and basically cries as he held his stomach. I try to ignore him and Fernando cries harder and falls on the bed, he's on his stomach, sobbing.

"You're perfect, you're the most beautiful creature on Earth, even Aphrodite would be jealous if she saw you." God Martin, think. "You're like a budding rose, a pearl in the great ocean." David laughs harder and Fernando cries louder. What the hell do they want me to do? Stop breathing or something? David gets up and whacks me upside the head. "Idiot." He says. Then he clears his throat and in a very dramatic tone, he began to woe Fernando.
"Oh, Fernando. Fernando." He clamps his hands over his heart and gets on one knee and stretches out a hand to Fernando with adoring eyes.
" Fernando, beautiful and forever perfect." He says powerfully. I wanted to laugh at how stupid he looked. "You are like the Spring in cold winter's heart. The blossom in the gloom. You are like sunshine to my withering soul, music to my deaf ears." Deaf ears? Then how the hell can you hear music, idiot? I shake my head; it seems to be working so I don't stop him.

" Fernando, your name is like the dew of dawn. The songs of birds. You are a god." That was the defining word and Fernando sits up, sniffling.
"Really?" he says innocently. Vain bastard. I'd like to hit him upside the head but what the hell, I'd rather sleep peacefully than have an onslaught of tears.

"Yes." David replies dramatically as he stands and gets back on the bed. Fernando turns to me and glares.

"More beautiful than him?" he says as he points a slender finger at me.
"Of course," David replies admirably, "he cannot compare to your surpassing beauty." David, if I didn't love you so much, you'd be dead by now. Fernando gives a little giggle and throws himself on David. Stupid bastard.

"Yeah, yeah. You're beautiful." I groan. "Now go to sleep." I flop my body down on my side of the bed. I don't know who it was who decided it but we all came into agreement that we would all sleep on the same bed tonight. These two just loves cuddling with me, I swear, it's like I'm a big teddy bear to them or something.
I get in between them and sigh as I feel Fernando's arm on my chest, David's leg draped over my thighs. I hate this. But at the same time, I enjoy it, I feel warm, loved. I feel like I belong.
I turn to David who nuzzles closer to me and Fernando possessively draws me closer to him.
"If I find you groping me, I swear I'll chop your head off." I tell him, he snorts and slams his foot on my shin.
"Whatever, you're the one who's been celibate for three years. Who knows what three years can do to a person?"

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My week of rest is over and yes, David did baby me like crazy that I threatened to cut off his dick if he ever tried to baby me again. God, I felt like his puppy or something, I bet he would have spoon fed me too if Fernando didn't make a whole issue about it. Ah, and there is my car. Cost me like a hundred grand but it's worth it, speed is fun.

Fernando watches me leave and tells me not to speed. "I won't." I wave at him as I get into my lovely car. As you know, my car's like my baby. I get to work twenty minutes later and find Martin Kelly at the door, the guards preventing him from entering the building. I walk over to them.

"What's going on here?" I say, I must have sounded mean for the two guards jumped back and bowed furiously.

"We've been given orders to not let any of the new employees in, sir." They reply. I think my eye twitched, because they fall back and so does Kelly.
"Who the hell gave you those orders?" I growl.
"We don't know sir."
"Open the damned doors. If you ever get another order like this, ignore it. These are my employees, understand? How long has this been going on?"
"A week." Kelly replies.
"A week?" I yell. Okay, now I'm beginning to hate the upper class. "What the hell happened to all the other employees?"
"They stopped coming to work because we weren't allowed in." Jaewon explains. I shove him inside the building and glare at the guards.
"And you've been coming here everyday?"
"Yeah, pretty much. But they won't let me in." he sighs exasperatedly.

"Alright, do me a favor and go to your studio. I'll try to schedule a meeting with the board and try to get to the bottom of this. I apologize for what happened." He looks at me like I've lost my mind or something. I guess he wasn't expecting me to apologize. He bows and enters the hall that leads to his studio. I go back to my office and call all my new employees back to work, they sounded angry so I had to explain that I haven't been to work for a week and that I was never aware of this incident until this morning and I promised to give them bonuses and they whole week's pay. They like me, they get along with me, I know, and they've even told me that I was fair, not like the previous director or employers they've had before.

I get back to the parking lot; a board meeting has been set in an hour. This is what I like about having an uncle as the boss. I can get what I want quickly. I pull my black trench coat closer to my body and move my scarf up to my chin. I hate this; I wish I had longer hair to cover my ears, god they were freezing. I hate snow, why did it have to snow? At least I was wearing gloves; my hands won't have to be numb for hours.

Surprise, surprise. It seems as if Fate had her way of meddling in my business. If it isn't Serigo Ramos. There he was, sitting smugly in one of the conference seats, a smirk on his face as I enter the room. There were five other people in the room and I nod to them and they nod and smile back.
I explain my little predicament and they argued that it was probably a misunderstanding.

Misunderstanding my ass! Fuck these people. I guess I'll be firing more of their fucked up children then. Ah, revenge can be sweet. Serigo stays behind with me, purposely I think.

"So, recovering quite well I see?" he says.
"Yes, quite well." I mock, well, inconspicuously though. But he noticed and raised an ugly brow. I don't know what it is about this guy but I certainly hate him. Maybe he's not that ugly but for the fact that I want to slap him black and blue makes him uglier than he really is. I gather my files and place them neatly in my folder and he stands too close behind me, I could feel his breath on my nape and I turn and stare at him.

"What the hell is your problem?" I stare at him as if he were some sort of disease. He smiles, too friendly a smile. He shrugs and even dares to flick at my strands and keep it out of my face. I shove at him. He seems pretty solid for a bastard, but I can take him on. He's shorter, stockier, and doesn't seem like a fighter, especially after noticing his pretty little manicured fingernails.

"You know, I can see why he would be attracted to you." He smirks.
"Excuse me?" I say stupidly, what the f*ck is he talking about? That stupid smirk deepens and his luminous eyes turn sinister.

"Clueless." He shakes his head. "He seems to think that you're someone else, someone he used to know. But as I see you more and more, I can't see why he would think that. You have a completely different attitude, you're obviously headstrong, quite arrogant, and very attractive." I look at him, I think I was gaping. I really had no clue what the hell he was talking about and I scoffed and told him to fuck off. But he doesn't and continues talking like we were old friends.

"You even have the same name. Quite surprising, isn't it, Martin Skrtel."
My heart hammers into my chest as I hear my name, I think I must have blanked out, for a moment, I did not hear what else he had said about me.
"Who...?" I say, dumbstruck. I was panicking, what the hell did this guy know about me anyway?
"Oh, a dear friend of mine." He explains. "I'm sure you remember Daniel. He was in the hospital, also the one who arbitrated your argument. It was his decision you know, that you should win. Those families paid a lot of money to have his decision altered, but he wanted, I suppose, justice." He chuckles.
"Martin” I whisper "You knew him?" I asked.

Never, in my relationship with Daniel, did I ever see Serigo or meet him. I didn't even know Daniel had Serigo as a friend. He nods.

"Of course, not directly though. Why, do you know him?" he stares at me. I nod.
"I used to." I say and I leave him, before he was able to see the gleam of tears in my eyes. I walk quickly out of the conference room and hurry down the hall, unable to look up from my blurred vision. He called me weak, the way he had said my name, it disgusted him, like I was less than human. Like I was some sort of animal. Was that how Daniel saw me then? Weak, dependent, and a completely inferior being?

I pressed on the elevator button fervently, praying that the elevator doors would open. The familiar ding of the doors resonated through my ears and I run into the elevator, knocking someone back, along with me. I apologized through my sobs, my eyes down cast. I didn't care, I was hurt, wounded, and some guy who didn't even know me thought I was incompetent. That Martin had been incompetent.

I fumbled for my phone, my hands shaking. I desperately needed Fernando and David, needed them to tell me that I was something, that I was someone and not an incompetent, dependent weakling. I sob and the phone drops from my grasp. I curse through my tears, I didn't care.

The man whom I had run into took my hand and used the other to force my chin up. I stared through my tears, dark eyes, dark brown strands, he looked so comforting.

"You're crying." His voice, so sad, as if he would rather have my pain as his own. "Why?" Realization hit me and I place my hand on his chest and push him away. You want to know why? I'll tell you why. It's all your fault, everything is.”

"Martin..." how long has it been since I heard you call out my name? How long has it been since I've longed for you to call my name?

"Don't cry."

Don't cry? You can't tell me what to do anymore. I scoff through my tears and laugh. How pathetic it must have sounded.

"Don't cry? Why not? Don't you ever cry!!!" I walk up to him and shove him against the opposite wall. Revealing my anger, my hatred, my pain. All that I have been through, what he had put me through. But suddenly, it was as if my body was not able to communicate all that I wanted him to feel and know, no words could describe what I wanted him to know. He recovers too quickly and I'm angry at him for not showing the slightest hint of pain. He walks toward me and place his smooth palm against my cheek.

"I do cry, always." His eyes were dark. I could not tell if they lied, but his voice... "But not with tears." I shove his hands off me and slap him, quite hard that his head snaps to the side and the sound of my open palm meeting his smooth cheek is incredibly satisfying that I do it again. And again and again, until I could feel my palm throbbing with pain.

He stares at me, his eyes accepting and sad. I don't want you to be sad damn it!!! I want you to be angry! What the hell happened to the Daniel I knew!? I could feel my chest constricting, I let out a little gasp of pain as I shove him against the wall a second time. The elevator doors slide open and I bolt out, running. My hand clamps over my chest and I know that if I don't stop and breathe evenly, I'll have another lapse. The parking lot is just so close, I can do this, just hold on a little while longer.

Damn fucking dizzy spells! I slow down, stop completely and tilt my head to the clear blinding sky, gasping as I hold onto my chest. Why can't I just be normal again? Once I thought I took in enough oxygen, I began to move again but something caught my shoulder and I was shoved back, I know it was into his arms. The way they tightened under my arms and around my chest, his head resting on my shoulder, nuzzling his face into my neck.

I don't want to do this! Don't do this to me again! I cry out in panic. No! He won't do this to me again. I tell myself. I'm different now, not the Martin you used to know. It was for the better that he didn't see the gleam of revenge darkening my eyes that he used to once call innocent. Allow him to get close, don't push him away, remember, this is what you want. Wasn't it? Let him get close.