Drop a Heart, Make a Name (2/?)
Gerard leaned back in his chair surveying Pete with exasperated eyes but Pete was used to that by now and Pete stared emotionlessly back at Gerard, but Gerard was also used to that.
“Pete, do you have any idea, what you have just done?” Gerard whispers slowly and menacingly.
“I know and I’m sorry-“
“Don’t say you’re sorry!” Gerard nearly yelled, sitting up a bit in his chair.
“Gerard….please!”
“Pete, we left you there for a reason!”
“I know-“
“You can’t just leave like that!”
“Gee,” Pete whispered, his eyes watering over, “please.”
“I just don’t know what to do with you anymore,” Gerard sighed and sank back into his chair, “They’re sitting ducks without you, you were there to protect them and now they’re in more danger than ever.”
“What-“
“William will know of this by now and you know what happens next.”
Before Gerard could draw another breath, Pete was gone. He sighed combing his hands through his hair.
Patrick couldn’t hear anything. It wasn’t his hearing, he could hear every noise he made but he couldn’t hear anything from downstairs. Frowning he got up and put his hand to the doorknob. He twisted it, it was locked. He froze and waited.
“Patrick….” He felt the hot breath on the back of his neck, and he knew instantly who was behind him. He spun around and hit Brendon in the gut, Gasping from surprise more than pain Brendon lost focus for a second and a second was all Patrick needed, grabbing a gun from the table opposite him he fired randomly at Brendon. The shot hit Brendon in the shoulder and he growled grabbing Patrick’s shoulder and throwing him across the room, Patrick’s head hits a thick table leg. Vision swimming he tries to pull himself to his feet but Brendon got there first and smacked Patricks head against the floor while a tried to recover he smiled and pulled out a syringe filled with a light, purple liquid. Realising what it was Patrick scrambled backwards, Brendon grabbed Patrick’s arm so hard and twisted making Patrick scream out in pain and then Brendon slammed the syringe into Patrick’s arm. He could feel himself getting weaker, sounds faded out. Brendon laughing, pain throbbing in the back of his head and he tumbled and fell through the all consuming darkness, that overshadowed his world.
Pete was running sprinting through the city. Sprinting, no one could see him he was moving so fast. His only thought was Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, Patrick. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Gabe chasing him but he wouldn’t stop for anyone but that someone. Gabe finally caught up with him and only because Pete paused for half a second before entering the warehouse, scared of what he’d find in there. Gabe grabbed Pete by the shoulders.
“Stop,” he said calmly.
Pete could have punched him, “No.”
“Pete stop and listen to me, Beckett knows you. He knows you’d try to save them as soon as you heard they were in danger and that’s why you have to stop,”
“I don’t have to do anything, Saporta”
Gabe pushed Pete up against the wall and kissed him, “It’s a trap, Petey.”
“Stop it,” Pete muttered against Gabe’s shirt.
“I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”
Pete shook his head weakly, “I can’t just not help.”
Gabe leaned in again and pressed his lips against Pete’s softly not quite a kiss but with so much meaning behind it.
“You will help but not quite yet.”
With that Gabe and left Pete and Pete slide down the wall and curled up clinging to his knees. A Single tear fell down his face staining it a faint red.
“Pete, do you have any idea, what you have just done?” Gerard whispers slowly and menacingly.
“I know and I’m sorry-“
“Don’t say you’re sorry!” Gerard nearly yelled, sitting up a bit in his chair.
“Gerard….please!”
“Pete, we left you there for a reason!”
“I know-“
“You can’t just leave like that!”
“Gee,” Pete whispered, his eyes watering over, “please.”
“I just don’t know what to do with you anymore,” Gerard sighed and sank back into his chair, “They’re sitting ducks without you, you were there to protect them and now they’re in more danger than ever.”
“What-“
“William will know of this by now and you know what happens next.”
Before Gerard could draw another breath, Pete was gone. He sighed combing his hands through his hair.
Patrick couldn’t hear anything. It wasn’t his hearing, he could hear every noise he made but he couldn’t hear anything from downstairs. Frowning he got up and put his hand to the doorknob. He twisted it, it was locked. He froze and waited.
“Patrick….” He felt the hot breath on the back of his neck, and he knew instantly who was behind him. He spun around and hit Brendon in the gut, Gasping from surprise more than pain Brendon lost focus for a second and a second was all Patrick needed, grabbing a gun from the table opposite him he fired randomly at Brendon. The shot hit Brendon in the shoulder and he growled grabbing Patrick’s shoulder and throwing him across the room, Patrick’s head hits a thick table leg. Vision swimming he tries to pull himself to his feet but Brendon got there first and smacked Patricks head against the floor while a tried to recover he smiled and pulled out a syringe filled with a light, purple liquid. Realising what it was Patrick scrambled backwards, Brendon grabbed Patrick’s arm so hard and twisted making Patrick scream out in pain and then Brendon slammed the syringe into Patrick’s arm. He could feel himself getting weaker, sounds faded out. Brendon laughing, pain throbbing in the back of his head and he tumbled and fell through the all consuming darkness, that overshadowed his world.
Pete was running sprinting through the city. Sprinting, no one could see him he was moving so fast. His only thought was Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, Patrick. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Gabe chasing him but he wouldn’t stop for anyone but that someone. Gabe finally caught up with him and only because Pete paused for half a second before entering the warehouse, scared of what he’d find in there. Gabe grabbed Pete by the shoulders.
“Stop,” he said calmly.
Pete could have punched him, “No.”
“Pete stop and listen to me, Beckett knows you. He knows you’d try to save them as soon as you heard they were in danger and that’s why you have to stop,”
“I don’t have to do anything, Saporta”
Gabe pushed Pete up against the wall and kissed him, “It’s a trap, Petey.”
“Stop it,” Pete muttered against Gabe’s shirt.
“I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”
Pete shook his head weakly, “I can’t just not help.”
Gabe leaned in again and pressed his lips against Pete’s softly not quite a kiss but with so much meaning behind it.
“You will help but not quite yet.”
With that Gabe and left Pete and Pete slide down the wall and curled up clinging to his knees. A Single tear fell down his face staining it a faint red.