Mon, Dec 15 - After the rescue
Who: Sven, William, Remus & Whedon
When: Monday, December 15 - after everyone regroups at Whedon's
Where: Whedon's cottage
What: Sven and Will get some rest while Will bleeds all over the bed. :)
*Whedon*
After getting the story from the kids, he motioned for Remus to follow him, noting that Sven and William had disappeared. Heading for 'Sven's' room, he knocked before pushing the door open.
"Sven? William? Are you two alright?"
*William*
He lifted his head up, hand on the dark wet spot on his chest.
"I think so.. I got shot.."
*Sven*
Curled up beside Will, he rolled his eyes as much as his woozy head would let him.
"He keeps saying that, but no one will explain what that means," he whined groggily.
*Whedon*
He gave William a look.
"Shot? Fuck. Remus, can you grab the first aid kit. Just under the sink in the bathroom," he said as he rushed over to the bed.
"William, what happened?" he said, having got part of the story from everyone else.
*William*
"Damian shot me. With a gun," he said, making a face.
"Sorry for bleeding on your bed.."
*Sven*
His jumbled brain finally putting it all together, he growled protectively.
"Mother fucker... Gonna kick his ass, once the world isn't so fuzzy. Although guess that's why I'm covered in blood. Was wondering where it was all coming from..."
*Whedon*
He grumbled, wishing he had gotten off a shot on the bastard.
"Sven, does anything hurt?" he asked.
*Sven*
He shook his head as he moved his hand down to cover Will's over the wound.
"No. Don't think so. Kinda sore. Had me tied up and took samples or something."
*Whedon*
He nodded as Remus handed him the first aid kit and sat down by William. Gently moving the boys hands away, he took a pair of scissors and starting to cut William's shirt away.
*William*
He squeezed Sven's hand.
"Cho's not going to be happy 'bout you cutting up the Doomsday suits.."
*Sven*
Squeezing Will's hand back, he frowned slightly.
"Doomsday suits? Do ya mean the matching ninja outfits? I thought ya guys just raided some costume store."
*Remus*
He shook his head as he chuckled softly.
"No, no. Cho conjured these up good and proper. It's what helped them get in and around the Department," he said softly while watching Whedon work worriedly. "A mediwizard may be in need, Josh..."
*Whedon*
He pushed the shirt open and cleaned the area.
"Think we should call someone?"
*Remus*
He sighed as he looked at the wound.
"It is a bullet wound, Josh... In the chest. It's a bit miraculous that even Will would be walking around after this..."
*Whedon*
"It's the middle of the night in England," he said checking his watch.
"Let's just get the bullet out and bandage him up and then he can follow up with Jane," he said.
*William*
He rolled his eyees.
"I am right here.."
*Whedon*
Holding his wand directly over the wound, he accioed the bullet out, wincing at the whimper from William before dropping the bullet in REmus' hand.
*Remus*
He shook his head slightly.
"Your opinion on pain and matters like this is usually highly skewed, William," he pointed out, cringing a bit at Whedon's method for getting the bullet out. Holding his hand out for the bullet, he quickly pulled it back with a hiss of pain as the metal touched his skin and then fell to the blanket.
*Whedon*
He held gauze over the wound and looked at Remus quickly.
"Silver?" he asked. "The bastard."
*Remus*
He nodded as he gingerly rubbed his thumb over the pink spot on his palm.
"Yes... And here I thought that they were just muggle fantasy..."
*Sven*
He chuckled wryly as he squeezed Will's hand tenderly and watched over Whedon's work on the wound.
"That's my dad. Never one to do things the simple wizarding way."
*Whedon*
"There should be a cream in the kit that might help," he told Remus.
*William*
He looked at Sven and smiled.
"You don't mind if I return the favour to him, do you?" he asked.
*Sven*
He frowned as Remus looked for the cream in the kit.
"I don't know..." he said truthfully. "He's an ass for hurting ya and shooting ya, but... he's my dad. Not my real family, emotional one, but... I don't know..."
*William*
"Don't worry, I won't do anythign without your permission," he said, squeezing Sven's hand as Whedon bandaged up his chest.
"Maybe we'll just kick him around a bit. You sure you're okay, mate?"
*Sven*
Nuzzling his head against Will's shoulder, he nodded as he huffed out a tired sigh.
"Mmm... that sounds good. 'M tired. And head is woozy. Kept giving me something so I wouldn't make a fuss..."
*Whedon*
He nodded.
"Sleeps probably the best thing for you. Can you two get up for a bit so I can change the sheets?" he asked.
*William*
He nodded as he sat up and waited for Sven.
"I think so.."
*Sven*
Sitting up, he groaned as he put a hand to his head. Leaving a smear of blood across his forehead, he frowned at his hand before looking down at his clothes.
"I think more needs changing than just sheets."
*Whedon*
"You know where the pajamas are," he said. "Think you can manage a shower or want us to wash you off with a washcloth?" he asked.
*Sven*
Frowning more in though, he ran his hand through his hair, making the shorter length stand up at odd angles.
"I think a shower is good. If I get tired I can just stop and sit down."
*Whedon*
He nodded .
"We'll be just in yere. Yell if you need anything," he said as he rummaged for a clean set of sheets.
*William*
He got to his feet and held a hand out to Sven.
"Ready baby?"
*Sven*
Getting up a bit shakily, he took Will's hand and stumbled into Will's body.
"Can ya tell the room to stop being so wobbly?"
*William*
He wrapped his arm tightly around Sven's waist.
"I'll try," he said.
"Whedon, chair in the shower?"
"There's a stool in there," the professor answered.
WIlliam nodded and helped Sven into the bathroom, worried about him. Putting the stool in the tub.
"C'mon, baby, just sit down on the stool. "
*Sven*
Leaning against Will, he rolled his eyes slightly before smirking at the other boy with a loving look in his eyes.
"'M not a baby," he teased softly before nodding and trying to get his fingers to work enough to take his clothes off.
*William*
He helped Sven get out of his clothes.
"I know, you're my ferocious lover," he said, nuzzling Sven as he took Sven's shirt off.
*Sven*
Letting Will take over the job, he murmured happily before he chuckled softly.
"I really hope this isn't some drug induced delusion, 'cause I like this a lot better than that stupid cell."
*William*
"No more cells," he said, working his way down and taking off Sven's pants.
"Nearly went berserk when I found your wand and cloak.." he said, nuzzling Sven's stomach.
*Sven*
Murmuring contently, he lazily moved his hand through Will's hair.
"Damn cat bitch. Caught me offguard... It was really weird..."
*William*
"Lift your feet," he said with a smile.
"Changeling?" he asked.
*Sven*
He nodded as he lifted his feet carefully, using Will's shoulders to balance himself.
"Yeah. Some kinda spotted cat. Nasty thing."
*William*
He frowned.
"That's odd, should ask Whedon about it," he said, leading Sven to the stool in the tub before stripping off his own clothes and going to turn the water on, waiting for it to get warm.
*Sven*
He nodded as he sat down on the stool.
"It was really weird. She kept saying she was gonna get a reward and Damian wanted me, but he looked pretty pissed off when he saw me... It's really weird..."
*William*
Taking the shower head, he checked the water temperature before running it over Sven's body.
"Um, well, they.. Damian and his people... they brough you, from another universe, into this world.. " he said quietly.
*Sven*
Murmuring happily at the warm water, he gave Will a worried look.
"Don't get the bandages wet. Don't wanna have to redo 'em," he said before his brow furrowed and he stared really hard at Will. "What?"
*William*
"Whedon can redo them," he teased with a smile before getting the soap for Sven.
"You know the whole alternate universe thing - apparently Damian figured out to move things between them.." he explained.
*Sven*
Taking the soap, he frowned, his muddled brain trying to wrap around this idea.
"So he brought another me over? Why?"
*William*
"Don't know why, but yeah.. he's been staying with Whedon... Whedon went to the Ministry to send him back to his world."
*Sven*
He nodded as he started to absently rub the soap over himself before he looked curiously up at Will.
"Did ya get to meet him?"
*Williams*
He nodded.
"Yeah.. I did.. seemed like a nice kid."
*Sven*
He chuckled as he leaned forward to rest his head against Will's.
"Oh, I'm a kid now?" he teased before smirking. "Was he has dashingly handsome as me?"
*William*
He smiled.
"Couldn't compare with you. I mean, he wasn't you.. he.. Whedon's his father in his world," he said quietly.
"Apparently Whedon's happier there.."
*Sven*
He blinked in surprise as he pulled back a bit to look at Will.
"He's his dad? That's... wow... I wonder..."
*William*
He brought the spray over to rinse off the soap before getting the shampoo out and working it into Sven's hair.
"Wonder what?"
*Sven*
Leaning into Will's hands, his eyes slid closed as he murmured contently.
"'Bout what it would be like. That and... well... Whedon's wife. I mean, logistics and stuff..."
*William*
He worked the shampoo through the hair.
"I don't know. I didn't ask too many questions. But he gave me stuff to give Whedon for Christmas.." he said quietly before reaching for the showerhead again.
*Sven*
He opened his eyes to look curiously at Will.
"Stuff for Christmas? Did ya see what?"
*William*
"Memories, I think. And a letter," he said as he washed the shampoo gently out of Sven's hair.
"Just glad you're back and safe."
*Sven*
Closing his eyes so as not to get shampoo in them, he breathed out a long sigh.
"Wow... That's. I can't imagine giving memories to someone like that..."
*William*
He kissed Sven's forehead.
"There. All clean.."
*Sven*
Murmuring happily, he couldn't help the sly grin spreading across his lips.
"So, is he a better kisser than me?" he teased.
*William*
"Definitely not.." he said shyly.
*Sven*
He couldn't help his smirk turning a bit more wicked.
"Oh? So ya did kiss him then? Too bad he had to go so soon, we coulda had some fun."
*William*
He blushed.
"He just looked so sad and wanted toknow why we were engaged and what it was like. You're not mad are you? It was just a kiss..."
*Sven*
Smiling softly, he leaned forward and brushed his lips tenderly over Will's.
"I haven't even seen this guy, so not like I could go runnin' after him with a pitchfork and he's kinda me, right? I can't get mad at ya kissin' me, even if I missed out on it. I mean, it's not like ya ran off with him an' had wild sex or somethin' just 'cause of the kiss. An' like ya said, was jus' kissin'."
*William*
He kissed Sven tenderly before pulling back and turning the water off. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped a towel around Sven.
"C'mon. Let's get you to bed, lover.."
*Sven*
Getting up from the stool and out of the tub with Will's help, he shook his head to get the water off his hair before resting his head against Will's shoulder.
"Bed sounds great right now. Do ya know how uncomfortable the floor is to sleep on for that long?"
*William*
He nodded as he helped Sven in the pajamas that had been left out, before pulling on a par himself and leading him back into the bedroom where Whedon and REmus were still talking.
"Rather not think about it," he said as he nodded to Remus and Whedon and helped Sven into bed before crawling in beside him.
*Whedon*
He checked the bandage on William worriedly.
"You should probably have Jane check it out when you get home. But you should probably sleep the night off."
*Sven*
He murmured as he curled up around Will, making sure not to displace the bandage or hit the wound.
"Sleep will be good. Can heal him in the morning once I've got sleep and stupid drugs wear off..." he stated plainly.
*Whedon*
He gave Sven a withering look.
"Just take it easy, rest and relax until those drugs wore off. DOn't know what they pumped you with or what it does to you.." he told Sven.
*Sven*
He cracked an eye open to give Whedon an equally withering look, or at least as well as he could manage with his brain already half asleep.
"I won't do anythin' 'less 'm fine. Despite what ya think, I don' like passin' out."
*Whedon*
He raised an eyebrow.
"Goodnight, Sven," he said, pulling the blankets over the boys as he headed for the door.
*William*
"MMm... good night.."
*Sven*
Murmuring contently, he snuggled against Will, enjoying the comfort of a real bed and good company.
"Night..."
When: Monday, December 15 - after everyone regroups at Whedon's
Where: Whedon's cottage
What: Sven and Will get some rest while Will bleeds all over the bed. :)
*Whedon*
After getting the story from the kids, he motioned for Remus to follow him, noting that Sven and William had disappeared. Heading for 'Sven's' room, he knocked before pushing the door open.
"Sven? William? Are you two alright?"
*William*
He lifted his head up, hand on the dark wet spot on his chest.
"I think so.. I got shot.."
*Sven*
Curled up beside Will, he rolled his eyes as much as his woozy head would let him.
"He keeps saying that, but no one will explain what that means," he whined groggily.
*Whedon*
He gave William a look.
"Shot? Fuck. Remus, can you grab the first aid kit. Just under the sink in the bathroom," he said as he rushed over to the bed.
"William, what happened?" he said, having got part of the story from everyone else.
*William*
"Damian shot me. With a gun," he said, making a face.
"Sorry for bleeding on your bed.."
*Sven*
His jumbled brain finally putting it all together, he growled protectively.
"Mother fucker... Gonna kick his ass, once the world isn't so fuzzy. Although guess that's why I'm covered in blood. Was wondering where it was all coming from..."
*Whedon*
He grumbled, wishing he had gotten off a shot on the bastard.
"Sven, does anything hurt?" he asked.
*Sven*
He shook his head as he moved his hand down to cover Will's over the wound.
"No. Don't think so. Kinda sore. Had me tied up and took samples or something."
*Whedon*
He nodded as Remus handed him the first aid kit and sat down by William. Gently moving the boys hands away, he took a pair of scissors and starting to cut William's shirt away.
*William*
He squeezed Sven's hand.
"Cho's not going to be happy 'bout you cutting up the Doomsday suits.."
*Sven*
Squeezing Will's hand back, he frowned slightly.
"Doomsday suits? Do ya mean the matching ninja outfits? I thought ya guys just raided some costume store."
*Remus*
He shook his head as he chuckled softly.
"No, no. Cho conjured these up good and proper. It's what helped them get in and around the Department," he said softly while watching Whedon work worriedly. "A mediwizard may be in need, Josh..."
*Whedon*
He pushed the shirt open and cleaned the area.
"Think we should call someone?"
*Remus*
He sighed as he looked at the wound.
"It is a bullet wound, Josh... In the chest. It's a bit miraculous that even Will would be walking around after this..."
*Whedon*
"It's the middle of the night in England," he said checking his watch.
"Let's just get the bullet out and bandage him up and then he can follow up with Jane," he said.
*William*
He rolled his eyees.
"I am right here.."
*Whedon*
Holding his wand directly over the wound, he accioed the bullet out, wincing at the whimper from William before dropping the bullet in REmus' hand.
*Remus*
He shook his head slightly.
"Your opinion on pain and matters like this is usually highly skewed, William," he pointed out, cringing a bit at Whedon's method for getting the bullet out. Holding his hand out for the bullet, he quickly pulled it back with a hiss of pain as the metal touched his skin and then fell to the blanket.
*Whedon*
He held gauze over the wound and looked at Remus quickly.
"Silver?" he asked. "The bastard."
*Remus*
He nodded as he gingerly rubbed his thumb over the pink spot on his palm.
"Yes... And here I thought that they were just muggle fantasy..."
*Sven*
He chuckled wryly as he squeezed Will's hand tenderly and watched over Whedon's work on the wound.
"That's my dad. Never one to do things the simple wizarding way."
*Whedon*
"There should be a cream in the kit that might help," he told Remus.
*William*
He looked at Sven and smiled.
"You don't mind if I return the favour to him, do you?" he asked.
*Sven*
He frowned as Remus looked for the cream in the kit.
"I don't know..." he said truthfully. "He's an ass for hurting ya and shooting ya, but... he's my dad. Not my real family, emotional one, but... I don't know..."
*William*
"Don't worry, I won't do anythign without your permission," he said, squeezing Sven's hand as Whedon bandaged up his chest.
"Maybe we'll just kick him around a bit. You sure you're okay, mate?"
*Sven*
Nuzzling his head against Will's shoulder, he nodded as he huffed out a tired sigh.
"Mmm... that sounds good. 'M tired. And head is woozy. Kept giving me something so I wouldn't make a fuss..."
*Whedon*
He nodded.
"Sleeps probably the best thing for you. Can you two get up for a bit so I can change the sheets?" he asked.
*William*
He nodded as he sat up and waited for Sven.
"I think so.."
*Sven*
Sitting up, he groaned as he put a hand to his head. Leaving a smear of blood across his forehead, he frowned at his hand before looking down at his clothes.
"I think more needs changing than just sheets."
*Whedon*
"You know where the pajamas are," he said. "Think you can manage a shower or want us to wash you off with a washcloth?" he asked.
*Sven*
Frowning more in though, he ran his hand through his hair, making the shorter length stand up at odd angles.
"I think a shower is good. If I get tired I can just stop and sit down."
*Whedon*
He nodded .
"We'll be just in yere. Yell if you need anything," he said as he rummaged for a clean set of sheets.
*William*
He got to his feet and held a hand out to Sven.
"Ready baby?"
*Sven*
Getting up a bit shakily, he took Will's hand and stumbled into Will's body.
"Can ya tell the room to stop being so wobbly?"
*William*
He wrapped his arm tightly around Sven's waist.
"I'll try," he said.
"Whedon, chair in the shower?"
"There's a stool in there," the professor answered.
WIlliam nodded and helped Sven into the bathroom, worried about him. Putting the stool in the tub.
"C'mon, baby, just sit down on the stool. "
*Sven*
Leaning against Will, he rolled his eyes slightly before smirking at the other boy with a loving look in his eyes.
"'M not a baby," he teased softly before nodding and trying to get his fingers to work enough to take his clothes off.
*William*
He helped Sven get out of his clothes.
"I know, you're my ferocious lover," he said, nuzzling Sven as he took Sven's shirt off.
*Sven*
Letting Will take over the job, he murmured happily before he chuckled softly.
"I really hope this isn't some drug induced delusion, 'cause I like this a lot better than that stupid cell."
*William*
"No more cells," he said, working his way down and taking off Sven's pants.
"Nearly went berserk when I found your wand and cloak.." he said, nuzzling Sven's stomach.
*Sven*
Murmuring contently, he lazily moved his hand through Will's hair.
"Damn cat bitch. Caught me offguard... It was really weird..."
*William*
"Lift your feet," he said with a smile.
"Changeling?" he asked.
*Sven*
He nodded as he lifted his feet carefully, using Will's shoulders to balance himself.
"Yeah. Some kinda spotted cat. Nasty thing."
*William*
He frowned.
"That's odd, should ask Whedon about it," he said, leading Sven to the stool in the tub before stripping off his own clothes and going to turn the water on, waiting for it to get warm.
*Sven*
He nodded as he sat down on the stool.
"It was really weird. She kept saying she was gonna get a reward and Damian wanted me, but he looked pretty pissed off when he saw me... It's really weird..."
*William*
Taking the shower head, he checked the water temperature before running it over Sven's body.
"Um, well, they.. Damian and his people... they brough you, from another universe, into this world.. " he said quietly.
*Sven*
Murmuring happily at the warm water, he gave Will a worried look.
"Don't get the bandages wet. Don't wanna have to redo 'em," he said before his brow furrowed and he stared really hard at Will. "What?"
*William*
"Whedon can redo them," he teased with a smile before getting the soap for Sven.
"You know the whole alternate universe thing - apparently Damian figured out to move things between them.." he explained.
*Sven*
Taking the soap, he frowned, his muddled brain trying to wrap around this idea.
"So he brought another me over? Why?"
*William*
"Don't know why, but yeah.. he's been staying with Whedon... Whedon went to the Ministry to send him back to his world."
*Sven*
He nodded as he started to absently rub the soap over himself before he looked curiously up at Will.
"Did ya get to meet him?"
*Williams*
He nodded.
"Yeah.. I did.. seemed like a nice kid."
*Sven*
He chuckled as he leaned forward to rest his head against Will's.
"Oh, I'm a kid now?" he teased before smirking. "Was he has dashingly handsome as me?"
*William*
He smiled.
"Couldn't compare with you. I mean, he wasn't you.. he.. Whedon's his father in his world," he said quietly.
"Apparently Whedon's happier there.."
*Sven*
He blinked in surprise as he pulled back a bit to look at Will.
"He's his dad? That's... wow... I wonder..."
*William*
He brought the spray over to rinse off the soap before getting the shampoo out and working it into Sven's hair.
"Wonder what?"
*Sven*
Leaning into Will's hands, his eyes slid closed as he murmured contently.
"'Bout what it would be like. That and... well... Whedon's wife. I mean, logistics and stuff..."
*William*
He worked the shampoo through the hair.
"I don't know. I didn't ask too many questions. But he gave me stuff to give Whedon for Christmas.." he said quietly before reaching for the showerhead again.
*Sven*
He opened his eyes to look curiously at Will.
"Stuff for Christmas? Did ya see what?"
*William*
"Memories, I think. And a letter," he said as he washed the shampoo gently out of Sven's hair.
"Just glad you're back and safe."
*Sven*
Closing his eyes so as not to get shampoo in them, he breathed out a long sigh.
"Wow... That's. I can't imagine giving memories to someone like that..."
*William*
He kissed Sven's forehead.
"There. All clean.."
*Sven*
Murmuring happily, he couldn't help the sly grin spreading across his lips.
"So, is he a better kisser than me?" he teased.
*William*
"Definitely not.." he said shyly.
*Sven*
He couldn't help his smirk turning a bit more wicked.
"Oh? So ya did kiss him then? Too bad he had to go so soon, we coulda had some fun."
*William*
He blushed.
"He just looked so sad and wanted toknow why we were engaged and what it was like. You're not mad are you? It was just a kiss..."
*Sven*
Smiling softly, he leaned forward and brushed his lips tenderly over Will's.
"I haven't even seen this guy, so not like I could go runnin' after him with a pitchfork and he's kinda me, right? I can't get mad at ya kissin' me, even if I missed out on it. I mean, it's not like ya ran off with him an' had wild sex or somethin' just 'cause of the kiss. An' like ya said, was jus' kissin'."
*William*
He kissed Sven tenderly before pulling back and turning the water off. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped a towel around Sven.
"C'mon. Let's get you to bed, lover.."
*Sven*
Getting up from the stool and out of the tub with Will's help, he shook his head to get the water off his hair before resting his head against Will's shoulder.
"Bed sounds great right now. Do ya know how uncomfortable the floor is to sleep on for that long?"
*William*
He nodded as he helped Sven in the pajamas that had been left out, before pulling on a par himself and leading him back into the bedroom where Whedon and REmus were still talking.
"Rather not think about it," he said as he nodded to Remus and Whedon and helped Sven into bed before crawling in beside him.
*Whedon*
He checked the bandage on William worriedly.
"You should probably have Jane check it out when you get home. But you should probably sleep the night off."
*Sven*
He murmured as he curled up around Will, making sure not to displace the bandage or hit the wound.
"Sleep will be good. Can heal him in the morning once I've got sleep and stupid drugs wear off..." he stated plainly.
*Whedon*
He gave Sven a withering look.
"Just take it easy, rest and relax until those drugs wore off. DOn't know what they pumped you with or what it does to you.." he told Sven.
*Sven*
He cracked an eye open to give Whedon an equally withering look, or at least as well as he could manage with his brain already half asleep.
"I won't do anythin' 'less 'm fine. Despite what ya think, I don' like passin' out."
*Whedon*
He raised an eyebrow.
"Goodnight, Sven," he said, pulling the blankets over the boys as he headed for the door.
*William*
"MMm... good night.."
*Sven*
Murmuring contently, he snuggled against Will, enjoying the comfort of a real bed and good company.
"Night..."