Logos Naki World - Chapter 2
Title: Logos Naki World - Um Part Two
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever rating cursing is...
Summary: Sometimes all it takes
is the worst moments in life to make you realize just exactly what you
would do for something that means the world to you.
Disclaimer: Of course they'll never belong to me. They belong to each other. ^_~
Notes: Third Person POV... Barbies is a short term reference to barbiturates - aka sleeping pills. Oh yeah, Andy and Joe are present in this chapter. Give them love.
“What do you mean he was hit by some guy? I miss all the fucking fun.”
Joe set down the medical supplies and gave Andy a worried look. Ever
since the MTV thing happened, there were more female fans than they’d
rather handle. He’s heard stories about those kinds of mobs who
literally just attack you and rip your clothes off – even injure you.
He shuddered to think that’s what would’ve happened to Patrick. The guy
was way too nice to get mobbed like that. If Peter were here, he’d have
plotted to find the person and hit them or something…
Andy applied the iodine to the little gash on Patrick’s temple. It
wasn’t too terribly bad. But it was enough to cause a bit of bloodshed,
“I wouldn’t call that fun.” He griped as he used a damp washcloth to
clean up the rest of the dirt from around the wound. “The guy took off
when I saw him go down. It wasn’t a friendly meeting.” He placed the
gauze over the gash and fumbled with one hand to grab the tape.
“No idea what he wanted?” Joe handed him the pieces of tape.
“None.” The tape held the gauze in place, “He had a voice message.
Whatever was on it, might have caused him to black out the second time.”
“Dude… I’m no medical expert. But he’s got a concussion which causes black outs you know.”
Andy just shrugged him off. He moved away from the couch and went about
picked up the supplies and putting them away. There was some connection
between the passing out and that voice mail. He was certain of
it. The way Patrick looked right before he passed out, pale and
worried lead him to believe Pete wasn’t okay.
Joe and Andy both turned to look at Patrick stirring on the couch.
Patrick touched his temple, half-expecting what had happened several
hours ago was just one crazy dream. But there was gauze there… which
means he really did get hit. Which meant he didn’t hallucinate about
the voice mail… right? Well there’s only one way to find out.
… It’ll be more challenging for you to find him.
Well, that confirmed Patrick’s uncertainty with a truth. Now the
question gnawed at him, where the hell was Pete? Was he okay? Who the
hell was the guy who called? And as if on cue, the phone vibrated in
his hand, but this time he answered it before the voice mail kicked in,
“Pete?”
“I’m afraid not.”
Patrick’s head thundered with blood rushing between his ears. He had
one nasty reoccurring headache. He quickly wet his lips and tried to
sound a little more composed than shocked, “Where is he?”
“Not to worry so much. He’s in perfectly good hands.”
“Where IS he you bastard!?”
Click.
Patrick glared at his phone as if had just insulted him to the lowest
degree. The bastard had hung up on him. What a fucking coward! He
checked whose number it was and dialed back. A knot began to form in
his stomach. It had had been Pete’s cell number. The only one he could
ever remember off the top of his head.
“What the hell did you do to Pete!?” He demanded.
Click.
Now it was starting to piss Patrick off. The guy was now purposely
hanging up on him. How else was he supposed to find his friend? Hell,
how was he supposed to know Pete was even okay? He almost threw
the phone in frustration after about four more calls. With just his
luck, the phone rang again. He clenched his fist and answered it again.
“How can we even directly meet if you’re going to throw a tantrum?”
“I want to know what you’ve DONE to him!”
“Nothing that a couple of Barbies couldn’t do.”
“You BASTARD!” Patrick roared, hearing the laughter on the other end.
It was apparent how angry Patrick must have looked because Joe and Andy
had exchanged glances and almost jumped when his hand slammed down onto
the table.
“Meet me at Adoni in two hours. Don’t be late. Expect something to happen to him if you are.”
Click.
“So, who was it?” Joe asked, cocking his head as Andy put a hand on Patrick’s shoulder.
“The fucker drugged Pete.”
Patrick pushed the hand off his shoulder and got up. The guy might be
bluffing… and maybe not. It didn’t sound like anyone who was friends
with Pete. Hell, even Pete wasn’t sick enough to pull some shitty prank
like this to give him a scare. In fact… if it had been Scare Tactics,
he’d have punched them and wouldn’t feel sorry if they ended up with a
bloody nose or with some other broken object concerning their face.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“The guy wants me to meet him in a public place. I want to know if
Pete’s okay and where he is.” He grabbed his jacket and adjusted his
hat. He was beyond worry for Pete. The guy was his best friend. He
couldn’t leave him hanging out there with whoever it was. Plus, he
wouldn’t admit just how much more he cared about him, but it was kind
of obvious to everyone except himself.
“You aren’t going by yourself, man.” Andy crossed his arms. Seeing one
of his friends getting clubbed already made him want to be a little
more protective of him… Or perhaps it was just cause he liked Patrick
just a little more than just friends.
“Ditto to that man.” Joe added in.
You can find the previous chapters here:
Chapter One
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever rating cursing is...
Summary: Sometimes all it takes
is the worst moments in life to make you realize just exactly what you
would do for something that means the world to you.
Disclaimer: Of course they'll never belong to me. They belong to each other. ^_~
Notes: Third Person POV... Barbies is a short term reference to barbiturates - aka sleeping pills. Oh yeah, Andy and Joe are present in this chapter. Give them love.
“What do you mean he was hit by some guy? I miss all the fucking fun.”
Joe set down the medical supplies and gave Andy a worried look. Ever
since the MTV thing happened, there were more female fans than they’d
rather handle. He’s heard stories about those kinds of mobs who
literally just attack you and rip your clothes off – even injure you.
He shuddered to think that’s what would’ve happened to Patrick. The guy
was way too nice to get mobbed like that. If Peter were here, he’d have
plotted to find the person and hit them or something…
Andy applied the iodine to the little gash on Patrick’s temple. It
wasn’t too terribly bad. But it was enough to cause a bit of bloodshed,
“I wouldn’t call that fun.” He griped as he used a damp washcloth to
clean up the rest of the dirt from around the wound. “The guy took off
when I saw him go down. It wasn’t a friendly meeting.” He placed the
gauze over the gash and fumbled with one hand to grab the tape.
“No idea what he wanted?” Joe handed him the pieces of tape.
“None.” The tape held the gauze in place, “He had a voice message.
Whatever was on it, might have caused him to black out the second time.”
“Dude… I’m no medical expert. But he’s got a concussion which causes black outs you know.”
Andy just shrugged him off. He moved away from the couch and went about
picked up the supplies and putting them away. There was some connection
between the passing out and that voice mail. He was certain of
it. The way Patrick looked right before he passed out, pale and
worried lead him to believe Pete wasn’t okay.
Joe and Andy both turned to look at Patrick stirring on the couch.
Patrick touched his temple, half-expecting what had happened several
hours ago was just one crazy dream. But there was gauze there… which
means he really did get hit. Which meant he didn’t hallucinate about
the voice mail… right? Well there’s only one way to find out.
… It’ll be more challenging for you to find him.
Well, that confirmed Patrick’s uncertainty with a truth. Now the
question gnawed at him, where the hell was Pete? Was he okay? Who the
hell was the guy who called? And as if on cue, the phone vibrated in
his hand, but this time he answered it before the voice mail kicked in,
“Pete?”
“I’m afraid not.”
Patrick’s head thundered with blood rushing between his ears. He had
one nasty reoccurring headache. He quickly wet his lips and tried to
sound a little more composed than shocked, “Where is he?”
“Not to worry so much. He’s in perfectly good hands.”
“Where IS he you bastard!?”
Click.
Patrick glared at his phone as if had just insulted him to the lowest
degree. The bastard had hung up on him. What a fucking coward! He
checked whose number it was and dialed back. A knot began to form in
his stomach. It had had been Pete’s cell number. The only one he could
ever remember off the top of his head.
“What the hell did you do to Pete!?” He demanded.
Click.
Now it was starting to piss Patrick off. The guy was now purposely
hanging up on him. How else was he supposed to find his friend? Hell,
how was he supposed to know Pete was even okay? He almost threw
the phone in frustration after about four more calls. With just his
luck, the phone rang again. He clenched his fist and answered it again.
“How can we even directly meet if you’re going to throw a tantrum?”
“I want to know what you’ve DONE to him!”
“Nothing that a couple of Barbies couldn’t do.”
“You BASTARD!” Patrick roared, hearing the laughter on the other end.
It was apparent how angry Patrick must have looked because Joe and Andy
had exchanged glances and almost jumped when his hand slammed down onto
the table.
“Meet me at Adoni in two hours. Don’t be late. Expect something to happen to him if you are.”
Click.
“So, who was it?” Joe asked, cocking his head as Andy put a hand on Patrick’s shoulder.
“The fucker drugged Pete.”
Patrick pushed the hand off his shoulder and got up. The guy might be
bluffing… and maybe not. It didn’t sound like anyone who was friends
with Pete. Hell, even Pete wasn’t sick enough to pull some shitty prank
like this to give him a scare. In fact… if it had been Scare Tactics,
he’d have punched them and wouldn’t feel sorry if they ended up with a
bloody nose or with some other broken object concerning their face.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“The guy wants me to meet him in a public place. I want to know if
Pete’s okay and where he is.” He grabbed his jacket and adjusted his
hat. He was beyond worry for Pete. The guy was his best friend. He
couldn’t leave him hanging out there with whoever it was. Plus, he
wouldn’t admit just how much more he cared about him, but it was kind
of obvious to everyone except himself.
“You aren’t going by yourself, man.” Andy crossed his arms. Seeing one
of his friends getting clubbed already made him want to be a little
more protective of him… Or perhaps it was just cause he liked Patrick
just a little more than just friends.
“Ditto to that man.” Joe added in.
You can find the previous chapters here:
Chapter One