Fic: I slept with someone in the Wentz clan (And all I got was this hugeass mess about...) - [19/20]
Title: ‘I slept with someone in the Wentz clan (And all I got was this hugeass mess about demons and weird spirits)’ [19/20]
Author:
jen_jm
Pairing: Gabe/William, Pete/Patrick, Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer and a few many others.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters: Gabe Saporta, William Beckett, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Butch Walker, Greta Salpeter, others. Pretty much everyone from Cobras, Academy, FOB, Paramore, Green Day. Plus Maja Ivarsson of The Sounds, Bryce Avary, Pierre Bouvier and David Desrosiers from Simple Plan and many others will appear somewhere along the way.
Word count: 77,000 total words
Warnings: language, blood, violence, killings, the same as the other one.
Disclaimer: no one in here belongs to me, they all belong to Pete Wentz themselves.
I really don’t mean to offend anyone and nothing of what I wrote in this story is to be considered real, it’s all fiction.
Author’s Notes: Sequel for Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional), so I suggest you read that one first, or you might not have a clue about what’s going on. Title from Fall Out Boy’s “I slept with someone in Fall Out Boy and I got was this stupid song written about me”.
As ever, feel free to report any mistake. Constructive criticism is welcome, feedback makes me happy!
Beta: my dear and very patient
nejem
Dedication:
faechanand
nejem, who are two of the most amazing human beings on the planet. They supported me through this, they never yelled at me when I started obsessing over a scene, or when I freaked out for a writer’s block. Thank you girls, you are wonderful.
Summary: “Guys.” Maja looked between Pete and Patrick. “I think we have a problem.”
“No.” Patrick shook his head, determined. “Repeat with me, Maja. Everything is perfectly fine.”
“We really have a problem.” Maja bit on her lower lip, actually a bit scared by Patrick’s glare. - Set one month after the epilogue of Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional).
Timeline here (I’ll keep it updated)
Wentz Manor maps here
Crossposted
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Patrick paced in the almost deserted hallway, while Spencer sat on one of the chairs, his face unreadable and his cheeks streaked with tears. The defibrillation on the ambulance had worked and Jon’s heart had started beating again, much to their relief. It had been two hours since they had seen Jon being rushed inside the ER, and after a while a nurse had told them Jon was undergoing emergency surgery and they could wait outside the OR.
“We wanted kids,” Spencer suddenly whispered, and Patrick almost jumped. The boy had not spoken since the battle and the broken tone of his voice made the werewolf’s heart ache. “You know, adopt them.”
“You will.” Patrick sat next to him, trying to make eye contact. “He’s going to be fine, and you’re going to have kids together.”
“You don’t know that.” Spencer looked up and the resigned look in his eyes made Patrick want to cry. The last time he’d seen Spencer like that it had been when the boy had told him about his life in Vegas.
“Spence,” Patrick whispered, pulling the boy in a tight hug. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”
“Liar.” Despite his words, Spencer relaxed in the hug and a sob finally escaped his lips.
“Have I ever lied to you?” Patrick stroked his back soothingly, placing a kiss on his temple.
Spencer didn’t reply, just gripped Patrick’s shirt tighter and sobbed again.
~~
“What are we going to do with them?” Pete asked as he eyed Jeremy, Josh and Zac.
“We need to keep them here until we close the rift, then we can send them back,” Brian explained, every trace of his usual smirk completely gone.
“The Keebo isn’t possessing a kid, but the other two are, right?” Matt bit on his lower lip, thoughtful. At Brian silent nod, he sighed. “Is there a chance we can save them?”
“Of course.” Butch arched an eyebrow, looking at Josh and Zac. “But the psychological effects of possessions aren’t easy to deal with.”
“We could erase their memory,” Pete proposed with a frown. “Like we did with Nate.”
“It takes a lot of time, but it could work,” Maja admitted, looking at Brian.
“How long?” Matt looked at his boyfriend first, then at Maja.
“The induced coma will last one year, then they’ll wake up and they won’t remember anything,” Butch explained with a little sigh.
“Let’s just work on the rift, then we’ll see what we can do for these guys.” Pete nodded, his eyes stopping on the demons again. “Brian, Butch, set your fields and protective stuff on one of the cells, we’ll keep them in there.” The wizards nodded and headed for the basement, and Pete turned to Matt. “Keep an eye on them.”
“Sure.” Matt nodded and cocked his gun. “Where are you going?”
“Maja’s lab, to see if Greta, Jack and Sisky found a way to use the pendant,” Pete replied as he walked towards the basement as well, quickly followed by Maja.
“Have you heard from Patrick?” The witch moved her eyes to the ground as they walked downstairs.
“Not yet,” Pete admitted, equally worried. “I’m sorry about your sister.”
“She stopped being my sister a long time ago,” Maja whispered, blinking the tears away.
Pete pulled her closer and placed a kiss on her temple as they headed for the lab. When they reached it, they saw both Greta and Jack reading something on the ancient book, while Sisky was looking for something on the shelves.
“How’s it going?” Pete watched as they turned to look at him.
“We have a problem,” Greta announced just as Ashlee and Bianca walked in as well. “The only way to convince demons to go back through the rift is to go there.”
“What d’you mean?” Pete frowned, visibly confused.
“Someone has to wear the pendant and walk through the rift, then call the demons,” Jack explained with a sigh, dejected. “And there’s no coming back.”
Pete looked down at those words, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Does it have to be a wizard?” Ashlee asked and both Pete and Bianca turned to look at her.
“Not necessarily,” Jack replied, not sure what the girl had in mind.
“Then I’ll go.” Ashlee nodded, not looking at Pete.
“Ash.” Bianca tried to make eye contact, worried. “Can we talk outside for a minute?”
Without a word Pete gripped Ashlee’s arm and dragged her out of the room, quickly followed by Bianca. When they were a few feet from the lab, he let the girl go, glaring.
“What the fuck?” Pete asked, gesturing towards the door a few meters behind.
“Someone has to do this.” Ashlee looked at him in the eye, then turned towards Bianca.
“It doesn’t have to be you.” The other girl shook her head, angry. “I can do it.”
“No, you’ve got a good reason to stay here.” Ashlee smiled at her, tilting her head to the side.
“You have one too,” Pete objected, waiting stubbornly until Ashlee turned to look at him. “I’m not letting you die.”
“I thought you hated me.” Ashlee looked slightly amused by Pete’s words.
“Don’t be an idiot, you’re the one who hated me.” Pete brought his hand to her cheek, shaking his head.
“Someone has to do this,” Ashlee repeated, smiling at him as well. “There’s not much choice.”
“There has to be,” Pete whispered, looking halfway between desperate and angry.
Ashlee shook her head and pulled him in a hug, closing her eyes. “Thanks for trying to stop me.”
Pete let out a shaky breath and hugged her back, feeling his chest clench painfully at the thought of Ashlee dying for them all. It wasn’t fair.
~~
The following morning
Spencer jerked awake when Patrick sat down next to him on the uncomfortable chairs. Without a word, the werewolf handed him a cup of coffee and Spencer addressed him a grateful nod as he took a sip.
It took maybe another twenty minutes before a doctor finally walked out of the OR and asked something to the nurse. She nodded and pointed at Spencer and Patrick, then went back to her work, while the doctor reached them.
“Jon Walker’s friends?” the man asked with a serious expression on his face. Patrick nodded while Spencer, pale and shaking, stood from his chair. “I’m doctor Plant, Jon’s surgeon.”
“Is he gonna be okay?” Spencer asked, trying to stop the tremble in his voice.
“He had a severe internal bleeding, but we managed to stop it,” doctor Plant explained, taking a deep breath. “There was no head trauma, but both his legs are broken and he lost a lot of blood.” Spencer covered his face with both his hands and Patrick circled his shoulders with an arm. “He’s gonna survive, but it’s gonna take a while before he’ll be able to walk again.”
“Can we see him?” Patrick asked with an even voice, pulling Spencer closer.
“Sure, but we need to put plaster casts on his legs first, and he’ll be sedated for a few more hours,” doctor Plant replied with a brief nod.
“I just need to see him,” Spencer breathed out, not looking at the man.
“The nurse will lead you to his room as soon as he’s settled.” Doctor Plant let a little smile curve his lips. “Your friend has been very lucky, if he’d hit his head harder falling from that height, news wouldn’t have been good at all.”
“Thank you.” Spencer nodded and let out a shaky breath. “Thank you so much.”
“Make sure you thank who performed the CPR, they saved your friend’s life before me.” Doctor Plant’s pager beeped and he looked down at it. “Sorry, I have to go now. The nurse will let you know when Jon’s room will be ready.”
“Thanks.” Patrick smiled at the man and watched him walk away quickly, then turned and pulled Spencer in a tight hug. “He’s gonna be okay, he’s alive, Spence, bones will heal.”
Spencer just hugged him back and let his tears fall openly now, burying his face in Patrick’s neck. The werewolf smiled wider and closed his eyes, relief filling his heart.
~~
Butch sat down on his bed and took a deep breath. They had trapped Jeremy, Josh and Zac in the cell and Greta had explained the plan to the rest of the house. Ashlee’s decision had surprised everyone, and Matt had tried to convince her they had time to find another way. Despite his and Pete’s efforts she didn’t change her mind, so they had settled for putting the plan into action that night.
Patrick had called from the hospital, saying that Jon was seriously wounded but he was going to be okay. Hayley’s body was in one of the cells and Butch was trying not to think too hard about what had happened.
A soft knock on the door made him look up and he answered to come in, not really surprised to see Bianca walk in the room. Without a word the girl reached him and sat down next to him on the bed.
“Just tell me if you want me to go,” Bianca whispered as she took Butch’s hand in her own, and rubbed the palm comfortingly.
“I don’t want you to.” Butch closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. “Are you okay?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you?” Bianca rested her head on Butch’s shoulder, her voice wary.
“She’s not the first kid I lose,” Butch’s voice was soft, careful, and Bianca tightened her hand around his. “But it hurts every fucking time.”
“You did what you could,” Bianca whispered, then turned her head to place a kiss on his shoulder.
“I’ll be okay,” Butch reassured her with a little sad smile, then looked at the closed window.
“You’re not alone.” Bianca closed her eyes and felt relieved when Butch squeezed her hand.
“You’re not alone either.” The werewolf turned his head and placed a kiss on the girl’s forehead, smiling softly.
“I like your sappy side.” Bianca withdrew enough to look at him in the eye and smiled back. “And Patrick will never let you live this one down.”
“I’m not really sure what I’m getting myself into,” Butch admitted with a chuckle. “But I’m starting to think it’s gonna be worth the teasing.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” Bianca nodded slowly and her other hand stroked the inside of Butch’s arm, finding the dices tattoo without even realizing it.
After a few seconds, Butch looked at their joined hands and let a little smile curve his lips. “I was a sailor.”
“What?” Bianca frowned, not sure she’d heard right.
“I was a sailor,” Butch repeated, looking up at her. “Well, more of a pirate, actually.” Bianca’s eyes widened at that and the werewolf let out a soft laughter. “I was the captain of a ship and we lived on robberies and other stuff like that, so yeah, I was a pirate.”
“Wow.” Bianca chuckled, incredulous, and Butch turned his arm, showing the dices tattoo.
“I won my ship in a dices match,” Butch explained with a little smile. “That’s why I made this tattoo.” He saw the pleased surprise in Bianca’s eyes and sighed. “Then one day I embarked the wrong guy.”
“Matt.” Bianca bit her lip, curious. “You left after he bit you?”
“I followed him and left my ship behind,” Butch confirmed, then a little smile stretched his lips. “I miss it sometimes, I miss the sea,” he admitted as he shook his head, then suddenly, he gave in to a brief laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Bianca frowned, amused and confused at the same time.
“The ship’s name was Luna Blanca,” Butch replied as he turned to look at her.
“See? Must be destiny.” Bianca leaned closer and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Wait, does that mean you speak Spanish?”
“Well, I’m not too bad at it,” Butch admitted with a little smile. “And I was way better than Johnny Depp as a pirate.”
Bianca laughed a bit at that, but before she could say anything, Butch’s phone rang and he stood to take it from the desk. The girl started to walk towards the door, but Butch gestured her to wait.
“Okay, I’ll be at the gate.” Butch flipped his phone closed and sighed. “One of my guys needs shelter, she was attacked not far from here.”
“I’ll go tell Pete.” Bianca nodded and put a hand on the doorknob, but before she could open it, Butch put a hand on her hip and placed a kiss on the side of her head.
“Thank you,” Butch whispered, but when Bianca turned to look at him his face was unreadable and she just smiled.
~
Greta and Butch went outside at the gate, and just minutes later, they came back with another girl. She had a deep wound in her leg, but she was conscious. As soon as Bryce saw them, he ran in their direction.
“Need a hand?” Bryce asked with a worried frown, and Pete joined him.
“You can use Bob’s room, I’ll get Jo-- Bianca,” Pete corrected himself at the last moment and Butch saw the flash of hurt in his eyes.
“She knows, she was looking for you,” Butch informed as Bryce walked down the corridor.
“Good.” Pete watched as they reached the room, then turned and walked back to the library.
As soon as they walked inside, they put the girl on a chair and Butch knelt to check her leg. “I’m gonna be okay.” She tried to stand, but fell forwards and Bryce caught her immediately.
“Hi.” Bryce smiled, his face just inches from hers.
“Hi yourself.” The girl smirked back and Greta cleared her throat, visibly amused.
“Bryce, this is Tara, Tara, this is Bryce.” The witch sighed, shaking her head. “Now, can you please sit down again?”
“Okay.” Tara snorted but did as told, not taking her eyes off Bryce. “But he stays.”
Bryce laughed at that and sat down on the bed next to her chair. “I’ll stay.”
“Stop trying to hit on him.” Greta slapped Tara on the arm, unbelieving. “You’re wounded, you should be in pain, asking for help.”
“It’s just a scratch.” Tara hissed despite her words and barely repressed a curse.
“Don’t worry, I don’t mind.” Bryce smiled widely and shook his head.
“You’re not gay, are you?” Tara frowned and dodged Greta’s slap this time.
“Only part-time,” Bryce admitted with an incredulous laughter, much to Tara’s relief.
~~
Later that night
“Are you sure about this?” Pete asked again as Ashlee took the pendant from the table.
“I am.” Ashlee looked around and saw the whole house had gathered in the garden to say goodbye. “Just tell Patrick I don’t hate him,” she added with a wide smile; she hesitated just a second, then pulled him in a hug. “I’m proud of you, flea.”
“Ash,” Pete whispered as he blinked tears away. “We’re all gonna miss you.”
“Of course.” Ashlee smiled and took a deep breath, breaking the embrace. “Let’s do this.”
“This is the formula you have to repeat to open the passage in the rift.” Brian handed her a small piece of paper. “They’ll follow you through it and it’ll close once they’re all back.”
“Okay.” Ashlee looked at the words, trying to memorize them.
“Hold on.” Pierre took a step towards the vampires, visibly tense. “I’m gonna do it.”
“What?” David asked with a shocked look on his face.
“Now that we solved this thing, I’ve got no reason to stay here.” Pierre shrugged and smiled sadly.
“You’d still be trapped between life and death.” Brian arched an eyebrow, uncertain.
“Not if you tell us where your bones are,” William interrupted, thoughtful and surprised. “We could burn them and then he’d be free to leave that place.”
“Will it work?” David asked with a surprised frown, looking at Brian as well.
“I guess it could, your body won’t be going through the rift,” the vampire admitted, pursing his lips. “But we need to know where you’re buried.”
“That’s not a problem.” Pierre smirked, looking at Gabe. “In this garden, near the old oak tree.”
“Eww, corpses in the backyard?” Alex looked at Pete, shocked.
“Hey, don’t look at me!” Pete glared at the boy, then looked at David. “What about you?”
“I’m still where Iero left me.” David smiled at the surprise on the others’ faces. “The garden as well.”
“Frank Iero killed you?” Mikey asked with a shocked chuckle.
“And buried me next to old tree in the east corner of the garden,” David confirmed with a shrug. “So not classy.”
“I’ll go,” Pierre repeated, looking at David. “And you’re not coming with me.”
“My ass.” David placed himself next to him. “If you think I’ll let you go alone, you need some serious help.”
“Wait, does that mean I don’t have to die anymore?” Ashlee frowned, a bit confused about the situation.
“I would have told you before, but I thought that it was gonna be a good chance for you and Pete to get close again.” Pierre smirked, visibly amused by her glare. “You know, like, matchmaker and all these tricks David likes so much.”
“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but we like to protect Pete.” David nodded solemnly and looked at the vampire. “I mean, who d’you think got between you and the bullet Gerard shot in the hall?”
“Hey, that bullet hit me.” William frowned, much to David’s amusement.
“It was just a graze.” The spirit shrugged, then reached Ashlee. “So, shall we do this?”
“Are you sure?” Pete looked serious now, every trace of amusement gone from his face.
“I am.” Pierre saw the glare David addressed him and shook his head. “We are.”
Ashlee bit on her lip as she handed Pierre the piece of paper and the pendant, then stepped back. Brian and Matt gestured everyone to move backwards, far from the point where the ghosts were standing. Pierre started to read the formula out loud several times, and a soft wind blew from the gate, slamming it open.
Gabe circled William’s waist with an arm, keeping him close as the wind got stronger and a bright, red opening appeared on the ground in front of Pierre and David. Ryan felt Brendon’s hand close around his own and looked at him, noticing his eyes were damp. As the vampire waved at David and the spirit waved back, Ryan placed a kiss on his shoulder.
As soon as they jumped in the light blue opening, a strong high-pitched noise came from the gate and the wind dragged thousands of human-looking figures through the passage. Bianca took a step back and Greta did the same, a little scared.
Not five minutes later the noise ceased and the opening disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving them all in a deafening silence.
“Is it really over?” Pete asked, a bit incredulous.
“Theoretically.” Brian nodded, looking around with a little smile and making sure Matt was fine. “We still have Jeremy, Josh and Zac in the basement.”
“Take care of them,” Pete ordered, still a bit shaken. “Me, Gabe, Bill and Mikey will take care of Pierre and David. I don’t want them to be stuck for too long in that place, they deserve peace.”
Brendon bit on his lip at that, a few tears falling down his cheeks. “I’m gonna miss them.”
“I know,” Ryan whispered as he pulled Brendon in a hug.
“Can we go visit Jon?” Brendon took a deep breath, wiping his eyes quickly. “I want to see him and Spence.”
“Of course.” Ryan smiled, stroking Brendon’s cheek. “I’ll go warn Pete, get the van ready.”
Brendon nodded, but before breaking the hug, he kissed Ryan quickly. “I love you.”
~~
Spencer watched as Jon breathed evenly in his sleep, the IV drops falling one by one while the monitors beeped regularly, signaling everything was fine. Jon’s legs were both covered in white plaster casts and the doctor had come back with Jon’s X-rays, telling them the fractures looked bad, but there was a good chance of full recovery.
Patrick was still sitting next to him, watching as Spencer held Jon’s hand the whole time and placed a kiss on his wrist from time to time.
“I’ve never been so scared in my whole life,” Spencer whispered after a long silence, turning his head to look at Patrick. “I can’t lose him.”
“You two deserve to be happy together.” Patrick smiled at him, then looked at Jon.
“We had a fight a few days ago.” Spencer chuckled at the memory, it felt so far it was almost surreal. “He thought I was in love with Brian or something.”
“You were acting like a hormonal teenager who just found Brad Pitt naked in the closet,” Patrick admitted with a soft laughter. “Seriously, though, you and Jon are meant to be together, more than most people can see.”
“He saved me,” Spencer admitted with a little smile, looking at Jon’s sleeping face. “When I thought Vegas had ruined every chance I had to love someone, I met him and he-- hell, Brendon was right, he’s my Prince Charming,” Spencer admitted with an unbelieving brief laughter.
“Sleep deprivation is having bad effects on you.” Patrick smiled warmly at him and rubbed his back.
“I know,” Spencer admitted as he stretched his neck, repressing a yawn. “Go home and get some rest.”
“I can go without sleep longer than you.” Patrick arched an eyebrow, not moving from his chair.
“I’ll just sleep here.” Spencer gestured towards the chairs, shrugging. “I’m not ready to leave him yet.”
“I can understand that.” Patrick smiled and stood from the chair, standing next to him. “I’ll convince the nurse to let you sleep on the other bed.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on Spencer’s forehead.
“Thanks, ‘Trick,” Spencer whispered, closing his eyes at the contact. “For everything.”
Patrick smiled down at him one last time, then straightened and headed for the door, careful not to make too much noise. As he stepped in the hallway he saw Brendon and Ryan walk in his direction, worried.
“Hey guys, this way,” Patrick called with a smile. “Jon’s gonna be okay, his legs are kind of messed up, but the doctor says he’s gonna recover, he’s lucky.”
“Good news aren’t over,” Ryan announced, mirroring the smile. “The plan worked.”
Patrick’s eyes widened at that and Brendon nodded. “Can we see Jon?”
“Here, but don’t be loud, he should wake anytime now and his head is gonna hurt,” Patrick recommended, pointing at the nearby door. “And make sure to come home before dawn.”
“I feel like Cinderella.” Ryan frowned and Patrick chuckled, amused, then headed down the corridor.
Brendon opened the door slowly, poking his head inside. As soon as he and Ryan entered, Spencer hugged them both as tears of happiness and relief dampened his eyes again.
~~
A/N:Jon is safe! Well, a little hurt, but alive. I couldn’t kill him for real, I mean, he’s, like, the most unkillable (is this even a word?) guy ever. Even more unkillable than Sisky. LOL
Hayley’s gone, though, and she’s gone for real, but at least the Farro brothers will be fine once they’ll have their memories cancelled.
If you squint your eyes, you can see good news for Bryce too, but there’ll be a little more said on this in next chapter.
If you missed it, here’s the second picspam, the Vampires one. The Werewolves one will be posted sometime this week and the Humans one will be posted with last chapter.
I think I said too much already, so I’ll just wait to hear your opinion on this. :D
See you next week for the last chapter. *hugs you all*
JM
Author:
jen_jm
Pairing: Gabe/William, Pete/Patrick, Brendon/Ryan, Jon/Spencer and a few many others.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters: Gabe Saporta, William Beckett, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Butch Walker, Greta Salpeter, others. Pretty much everyone from Cobras, Academy, FOB, Paramore, Green Day. Plus Maja Ivarsson of The Sounds, Bryce Avary, Pierre Bouvier and David Desrosiers from Simple Plan and many others will appear somewhere along the way.
Word count: 77,000 total words
Warnings: language, blood, violence, killings, the same as the other one.
Disclaimer: no one in here belongs to me, they all belong to Pete Wentz themselves.
I really don’t mean to offend anyone and nothing of what I wrote in this story is to be considered real, it’s all fiction.
Author’s Notes: Sequel for Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional), so I suggest you read that one first, or you might not have a clue about what’s going on. Title from Fall Out Boy’s “I slept with someone in Fall Out Boy and I got was this stupid song written about me”.
As ever, feel free to report any mistake. Constructive criticism is welcome, feedback makes me happy!
Beta: my dear and very patient
nejem
Dedication:
faechanand
nejem, who are two of the most amazing human beings on the planet. They supported me through this, they never yelled at me when I started obsessing over a scene, or when I freaked out for a writer’s block. Thank you girls, you are wonderful.
Summary: “Guys.” Maja looked between Pete and Patrick. “I think we have a problem.”
“No.” Patrick shook his head, determined. “Repeat with me, Maja. Everything is perfectly fine.”
“We really have a problem.” Maja bit on her lower lip, actually a bit scared by Patrick’s glare. - Set one month after the epilogue of Vampire hunting is the world’s oldest profession (And I, dear Madame, am a professional).
Timeline here (I’ll keep it updated)
Wentz Manor maps here
Crossposted
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Patrick paced in the almost deserted hallway, while Spencer sat on one of the chairs, his face unreadable and his cheeks streaked with tears. The defibrillation on the ambulance had worked and Jon’s heart had started beating again, much to their relief. It had been two hours since they had seen Jon being rushed inside the ER, and after a while a nurse had told them Jon was undergoing emergency surgery and they could wait outside the OR.
“We wanted kids,” Spencer suddenly whispered, and Patrick almost jumped. The boy had not spoken since the battle and the broken tone of his voice made the werewolf’s heart ache. “You know, adopt them.”
“You will.” Patrick sat next to him, trying to make eye contact. “He’s going to be fine, and you’re going to have kids together.”
“You don’t know that.” Spencer looked up and the resigned look in his eyes made Patrick want to cry. The last time he’d seen Spencer like that it had been when the boy had told him about his life in Vegas.
“Spence,” Patrick whispered, pulling the boy in a tight hug. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”
“Liar.” Despite his words, Spencer relaxed in the hug and a sob finally escaped his lips.
“Have I ever lied to you?” Patrick stroked his back soothingly, placing a kiss on his temple.
Spencer didn’t reply, just gripped Patrick’s shirt tighter and sobbed again.
~~
“What are we going to do with them?” Pete asked as he eyed Jeremy, Josh and Zac.
“We need to keep them here until we close the rift, then we can send them back,” Brian explained, every trace of his usual smirk completely gone.
“The Keebo isn’t possessing a kid, but the other two are, right?” Matt bit on his lower lip, thoughtful. At Brian silent nod, he sighed. “Is there a chance we can save them?”
“Of course.” Butch arched an eyebrow, looking at Josh and Zac. “But the psychological effects of possessions aren’t easy to deal with.”
“We could erase their memory,” Pete proposed with a frown. “Like we did with Nate.”
“It takes a lot of time, but it could work,” Maja admitted, looking at Brian.
“How long?” Matt looked at his boyfriend first, then at Maja.
“The induced coma will last one year, then they’ll wake up and they won’t remember anything,” Butch explained with a little sigh.
“Let’s just work on the rift, then we’ll see what we can do for these guys.” Pete nodded, his eyes stopping on the demons again. “Brian, Butch, set your fields and protective stuff on one of the cells, we’ll keep them in there.” The wizards nodded and headed for the basement, and Pete turned to Matt. “Keep an eye on them.”
“Sure.” Matt nodded and cocked his gun. “Where are you going?”
“Maja’s lab, to see if Greta, Jack and Sisky found a way to use the pendant,” Pete replied as he walked towards the basement as well, quickly followed by Maja.
“Have you heard from Patrick?” The witch moved her eyes to the ground as they walked downstairs.
“Not yet,” Pete admitted, equally worried. “I’m sorry about your sister.”
“She stopped being my sister a long time ago,” Maja whispered, blinking the tears away.
Pete pulled her closer and placed a kiss on her temple as they headed for the lab. When they reached it, they saw both Greta and Jack reading something on the ancient book, while Sisky was looking for something on the shelves.
“How’s it going?” Pete watched as they turned to look at him.
“We have a problem,” Greta announced just as Ashlee and Bianca walked in as well. “The only way to convince demons to go back through the rift is to go there.”
“What d’you mean?” Pete frowned, visibly confused.
“Someone has to wear the pendant and walk through the rift, then call the demons,” Jack explained with a sigh, dejected. “And there’s no coming back.”
Pete looked down at those words, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Does it have to be a wizard?” Ashlee asked and both Pete and Bianca turned to look at her.
“Not necessarily,” Jack replied, not sure what the girl had in mind.
“Then I’ll go.” Ashlee nodded, not looking at Pete.
“Ash.” Bianca tried to make eye contact, worried. “Can we talk outside for a minute?”
Without a word Pete gripped Ashlee’s arm and dragged her out of the room, quickly followed by Bianca. When they were a few feet from the lab, he let the girl go, glaring.
“What the fuck?” Pete asked, gesturing towards the door a few meters behind.
“Someone has to do this.” Ashlee looked at him in the eye, then turned towards Bianca.
“It doesn’t have to be you.” The other girl shook her head, angry. “I can do it.”
“No, you’ve got a good reason to stay here.” Ashlee smiled at her, tilting her head to the side.
“You have one too,” Pete objected, waiting stubbornly until Ashlee turned to look at him. “I’m not letting you die.”
“I thought you hated me.” Ashlee looked slightly amused by Pete’s words.
“Don’t be an idiot, you’re the one who hated me.” Pete brought his hand to her cheek, shaking his head.
“Someone has to do this,” Ashlee repeated, smiling at him as well. “There’s not much choice.”
“There has to be,” Pete whispered, looking halfway between desperate and angry.
Ashlee shook her head and pulled him in a hug, closing her eyes. “Thanks for trying to stop me.”
Pete let out a shaky breath and hugged her back, feeling his chest clench painfully at the thought of Ashlee dying for them all. It wasn’t fair.
~~
The following morning
Spencer jerked awake when Patrick sat down next to him on the uncomfortable chairs. Without a word, the werewolf handed him a cup of coffee and Spencer addressed him a grateful nod as he took a sip.
It took maybe another twenty minutes before a doctor finally walked out of the OR and asked something to the nurse. She nodded and pointed at Spencer and Patrick, then went back to her work, while the doctor reached them.
“Jon Walker’s friends?” the man asked with a serious expression on his face. Patrick nodded while Spencer, pale and shaking, stood from his chair. “I’m doctor Plant, Jon’s surgeon.”
“Is he gonna be okay?” Spencer asked, trying to stop the tremble in his voice.
“He had a severe internal bleeding, but we managed to stop it,” doctor Plant explained, taking a deep breath. “There was no head trauma, but both his legs are broken and he lost a lot of blood.” Spencer covered his face with both his hands and Patrick circled his shoulders with an arm. “He’s gonna survive, but it’s gonna take a while before he’ll be able to walk again.”
“Can we see him?” Patrick asked with an even voice, pulling Spencer closer.
“Sure, but we need to put plaster casts on his legs first, and he’ll be sedated for a few more hours,” doctor Plant replied with a brief nod.
“I just need to see him,” Spencer breathed out, not looking at the man.
“The nurse will lead you to his room as soon as he’s settled.” Doctor Plant let a little smile curve his lips. “Your friend has been very lucky, if he’d hit his head harder falling from that height, news wouldn’t have been good at all.”
“Thank you.” Spencer nodded and let out a shaky breath. “Thank you so much.”
“Make sure you thank who performed the CPR, they saved your friend’s life before me.” Doctor Plant’s pager beeped and he looked down at it. “Sorry, I have to go now. The nurse will let you know when Jon’s room will be ready.”
“Thanks.” Patrick smiled at the man and watched him walk away quickly, then turned and pulled Spencer in a tight hug. “He’s gonna be okay, he’s alive, Spence, bones will heal.”
Spencer just hugged him back and let his tears fall openly now, burying his face in Patrick’s neck. The werewolf smiled wider and closed his eyes, relief filling his heart.
~~
Butch sat down on his bed and took a deep breath. They had trapped Jeremy, Josh and Zac in the cell and Greta had explained the plan to the rest of the house. Ashlee’s decision had surprised everyone, and Matt had tried to convince her they had time to find another way. Despite his and Pete’s efforts she didn’t change her mind, so they had settled for putting the plan into action that night.
Patrick had called from the hospital, saying that Jon was seriously wounded but he was going to be okay. Hayley’s body was in one of the cells and Butch was trying not to think too hard about what had happened.
A soft knock on the door made him look up and he answered to come in, not really surprised to see Bianca walk in the room. Without a word the girl reached him and sat down next to him on the bed.
“Just tell me if you want me to go,” Bianca whispered as she took Butch’s hand in her own, and rubbed the palm comfortingly.
“I don’t want you to.” Butch closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. “Are you okay?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you?” Bianca rested her head on Butch’s shoulder, her voice wary.
“She’s not the first kid I lose,” Butch’s voice was soft, careful, and Bianca tightened her hand around his. “But it hurts every fucking time.”
“You did what you could,” Bianca whispered, then turned her head to place a kiss on his shoulder.
“I’ll be okay,” Butch reassured her with a little sad smile, then looked at the closed window.
“You’re not alone.” Bianca closed her eyes and felt relieved when Butch squeezed her hand.
“You’re not alone either.” The werewolf turned his head and placed a kiss on the girl’s forehead, smiling softly.
“I like your sappy side.” Bianca withdrew enough to look at him in the eye and smiled back. “And Patrick will never let you live this one down.”
“I’m not really sure what I’m getting myself into,” Butch admitted with a chuckle. “But I’m starting to think it’s gonna be worth the teasing.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” Bianca nodded slowly and her other hand stroked the inside of Butch’s arm, finding the dices tattoo without even realizing it.
After a few seconds, Butch looked at their joined hands and let a little smile curve his lips. “I was a sailor.”
“What?” Bianca frowned, not sure she’d heard right.
“I was a sailor,” Butch repeated, looking up at her. “Well, more of a pirate, actually.” Bianca’s eyes widened at that and the werewolf let out a soft laughter. “I was the captain of a ship and we lived on robberies and other stuff like that, so yeah, I was a pirate.”
“Wow.” Bianca chuckled, incredulous, and Butch turned his arm, showing the dices tattoo.
“I won my ship in a dices match,” Butch explained with a little smile. “That’s why I made this tattoo.” He saw the pleased surprise in Bianca’s eyes and sighed. “Then one day I embarked the wrong guy.”
“Matt.” Bianca bit her lip, curious. “You left after he bit you?”
“I followed him and left my ship behind,” Butch confirmed, then a little smile stretched his lips. “I miss it sometimes, I miss the sea,” he admitted as he shook his head, then suddenly, he gave in to a brief laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Bianca frowned, amused and confused at the same time.
“The ship’s name was Luna Blanca,” Butch replied as he turned to look at her.
“See? Must be destiny.” Bianca leaned closer and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Wait, does that mean you speak Spanish?”
“Well, I’m not too bad at it,” Butch admitted with a little smile. “And I was way better than Johnny Depp as a pirate.”
Bianca laughed a bit at that, but before she could say anything, Butch’s phone rang and he stood to take it from the desk. The girl started to walk towards the door, but Butch gestured her to wait.
“Okay, I’ll be at the gate.” Butch flipped his phone closed and sighed. “One of my guys needs shelter, she was attacked not far from here.”
“I’ll go tell Pete.” Bianca nodded and put a hand on the doorknob, but before she could open it, Butch put a hand on her hip and placed a kiss on the side of her head.
“Thank you,” Butch whispered, but when Bianca turned to look at him his face was unreadable and she just smiled.
~
Greta and Butch went outside at the gate, and just minutes later, they came back with another girl. She had a deep wound in her leg, but she was conscious. As soon as Bryce saw them, he ran in their direction.
“Need a hand?” Bryce asked with a worried frown, and Pete joined him.
“You can use Bob’s room, I’ll get Jo-- Bianca,” Pete corrected himself at the last moment and Butch saw the flash of hurt in his eyes.
“She knows, she was looking for you,” Butch informed as Bryce walked down the corridor.
“Good.” Pete watched as they reached the room, then turned and walked back to the library.
As soon as they walked inside, they put the girl on a chair and Butch knelt to check her leg. “I’m gonna be okay.” She tried to stand, but fell forwards and Bryce caught her immediately.
“Hi.” Bryce smiled, his face just inches from hers.
“Hi yourself.” The girl smirked back and Greta cleared her throat, visibly amused.
“Bryce, this is Tara, Tara, this is Bryce.” The witch sighed, shaking her head. “Now, can you please sit down again?”
“Okay.” Tara snorted but did as told, not taking her eyes off Bryce. “But he stays.”
Bryce laughed at that and sat down on the bed next to her chair. “I’ll stay.”
“Stop trying to hit on him.” Greta slapped Tara on the arm, unbelieving. “You’re wounded, you should be in pain, asking for help.”
“It’s just a scratch.” Tara hissed despite her words and barely repressed a curse.
“Don’t worry, I don’t mind.” Bryce smiled widely and shook his head.
“You’re not gay, are you?” Tara frowned and dodged Greta’s slap this time.
“Only part-time,” Bryce admitted with an incredulous laughter, much to Tara’s relief.
~~
Later that night
“Are you sure about this?” Pete asked again as Ashlee took the pendant from the table.
“I am.” Ashlee looked around and saw the whole house had gathered in the garden to say goodbye. “Just tell Patrick I don’t hate him,” she added with a wide smile; she hesitated just a second, then pulled him in a hug. “I’m proud of you, flea.”
“Ash,” Pete whispered as he blinked tears away. “We’re all gonna miss you.”
“Of course.” Ashlee smiled and took a deep breath, breaking the embrace. “Let’s do this.”
“This is the formula you have to repeat to open the passage in the rift.” Brian handed her a small piece of paper. “They’ll follow you through it and it’ll close once they’re all back.”
“Okay.” Ashlee looked at the words, trying to memorize them.
“Hold on.” Pierre took a step towards the vampires, visibly tense. “I’m gonna do it.”
“What?” David asked with a shocked look on his face.
“Now that we solved this thing, I’ve got no reason to stay here.” Pierre shrugged and smiled sadly.
“You’d still be trapped between life and death.” Brian arched an eyebrow, uncertain.
“Not if you tell us where your bones are,” William interrupted, thoughtful and surprised. “We could burn them and then he’d be free to leave that place.”
“Will it work?” David asked with a surprised frown, looking at Brian as well.
“I guess it could, your body won’t be going through the rift,” the vampire admitted, pursing his lips. “But we need to know where you’re buried.”
“That’s not a problem.” Pierre smirked, looking at Gabe. “In this garden, near the old oak tree.”
“Eww, corpses in the backyard?” Alex looked at Pete, shocked.
“Hey, don’t look at me!” Pete glared at the boy, then looked at David. “What about you?”
“I’m still where Iero left me.” David smiled at the surprise on the others’ faces. “The garden as well.”
“Frank Iero killed you?” Mikey asked with a shocked chuckle.
“And buried me next to old tree in the east corner of the garden,” David confirmed with a shrug. “So not classy.”
“I’ll go,” Pierre repeated, looking at David. “And you’re not coming with me.”
“My ass.” David placed himself next to him. “If you think I’ll let you go alone, you need some serious help.”
“Wait, does that mean I don’t have to die anymore?” Ashlee frowned, a bit confused about the situation.
“I would have told you before, but I thought that it was gonna be a good chance for you and Pete to get close again.” Pierre smirked, visibly amused by her glare. “You know, like, matchmaker and all these tricks David likes so much.”
“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but we like to protect Pete.” David nodded solemnly and looked at the vampire. “I mean, who d’you think got between you and the bullet Gerard shot in the hall?”
“Hey, that bullet hit me.” William frowned, much to David’s amusement.
“It was just a graze.” The spirit shrugged, then reached Ashlee. “So, shall we do this?”
“Are you sure?” Pete looked serious now, every trace of amusement gone from his face.
“I am.” Pierre saw the glare David addressed him and shook his head. “We are.”
Ashlee bit on her lip as she handed Pierre the piece of paper and the pendant, then stepped back. Brian and Matt gestured everyone to move backwards, far from the point where the ghosts were standing. Pierre started to read the formula out loud several times, and a soft wind blew from the gate, slamming it open.
Gabe circled William’s waist with an arm, keeping him close as the wind got stronger and a bright, red opening appeared on the ground in front of Pierre and David. Ryan felt Brendon’s hand close around his own and looked at him, noticing his eyes were damp. As the vampire waved at David and the spirit waved back, Ryan placed a kiss on his shoulder.
As soon as they jumped in the light blue opening, a strong high-pitched noise came from the gate and the wind dragged thousands of human-looking figures through the passage. Bianca took a step back and Greta did the same, a little scared.
Not five minutes later the noise ceased and the opening disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving them all in a deafening silence.
“Is it really over?” Pete asked, a bit incredulous.
“Theoretically.” Brian nodded, looking around with a little smile and making sure Matt was fine. “We still have Jeremy, Josh and Zac in the basement.”
“Take care of them,” Pete ordered, still a bit shaken. “Me, Gabe, Bill and Mikey will take care of Pierre and David. I don’t want them to be stuck for too long in that place, they deserve peace.”
Brendon bit on his lip at that, a few tears falling down his cheeks. “I’m gonna miss them.”
“I know,” Ryan whispered as he pulled Brendon in a hug.
“Can we go visit Jon?” Brendon took a deep breath, wiping his eyes quickly. “I want to see him and Spence.”
“Of course.” Ryan smiled, stroking Brendon’s cheek. “I’ll go warn Pete, get the van ready.”
Brendon nodded, but before breaking the hug, he kissed Ryan quickly. “I love you.”
~~
Spencer watched as Jon breathed evenly in his sleep, the IV drops falling one by one while the monitors beeped regularly, signaling everything was fine. Jon’s legs were both covered in white plaster casts and the doctor had come back with Jon’s X-rays, telling them the fractures looked bad, but there was a good chance of full recovery.
Patrick was still sitting next to him, watching as Spencer held Jon’s hand the whole time and placed a kiss on his wrist from time to time.
“I’ve never been so scared in my whole life,” Spencer whispered after a long silence, turning his head to look at Patrick. “I can’t lose him.”
“You two deserve to be happy together.” Patrick smiled at him, then looked at Jon.
“We had a fight a few days ago.” Spencer chuckled at the memory, it felt so far it was almost surreal. “He thought I was in love with Brian or something.”
“You were acting like a hormonal teenager who just found Brad Pitt naked in the closet,” Patrick admitted with a soft laughter. “Seriously, though, you and Jon are meant to be together, more than most people can see.”
“He saved me,” Spencer admitted with a little smile, looking at Jon’s sleeping face. “When I thought Vegas had ruined every chance I had to love someone, I met him and he-- hell, Brendon was right, he’s my Prince Charming,” Spencer admitted with an unbelieving brief laughter.
“Sleep deprivation is having bad effects on you.” Patrick smiled warmly at him and rubbed his back.
“I know,” Spencer admitted as he stretched his neck, repressing a yawn. “Go home and get some rest.”
“I can go without sleep longer than you.” Patrick arched an eyebrow, not moving from his chair.
“I’ll just sleep here.” Spencer gestured towards the chairs, shrugging. “I’m not ready to leave him yet.”
“I can understand that.” Patrick smiled and stood from the chair, standing next to him. “I’ll convince the nurse to let you sleep on the other bed.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on Spencer’s forehead.
“Thanks, ‘Trick,” Spencer whispered, closing his eyes at the contact. “For everything.”
Patrick smiled down at him one last time, then straightened and headed for the door, careful not to make too much noise. As he stepped in the hallway he saw Brendon and Ryan walk in his direction, worried.
“Hey guys, this way,” Patrick called with a smile. “Jon’s gonna be okay, his legs are kind of messed up, but the doctor says he’s gonna recover, he’s lucky.”
“Good news aren’t over,” Ryan announced, mirroring the smile. “The plan worked.”
Patrick’s eyes widened at that and Brendon nodded. “Can we see Jon?”
“Here, but don’t be loud, he should wake anytime now and his head is gonna hurt,” Patrick recommended, pointing at the nearby door. “And make sure to come home before dawn.”
“I feel like Cinderella.” Ryan frowned and Patrick chuckled, amused, then headed down the corridor.
Brendon opened the door slowly, poking his head inside. As soon as he and Ryan entered, Spencer hugged them both as tears of happiness and relief dampened his eyes again.
~~
A/N:Jon is safe! Well, a little hurt, but alive. I couldn’t kill him for real, I mean, he’s, like, the most unkillable (is this even a word?) guy ever. Even more unkillable than Sisky. LOL
Hayley’s gone, though, and she’s gone for real, but at least the Farro brothers will be fine once they’ll have their memories cancelled.
If you squint your eyes, you can see good news for Bryce too, but there’ll be a little more said on this in next chapter.
If you missed it, here’s the second picspam, the Vampires one. The Werewolves one will be posted sometime this week and the Humans one will be posted with last chapter.
I think I said too much already, so I’ll just wait to hear your opinion on this. :D
See you next week for the last chapter. *hugs you all*
JM