An Agreement to Disagree On [[Ryker/ Apollo]] MA

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Garrison raised his brows and Ryker looked at Apollo. "You risked your life to find me?" he asked. "Why?"

[clementine]

Apollo jammed his hands into his pockets as he groped for what to say. "Well, I helped you escape didn't I. It would be kind of pointless if you died away because of my uncle."

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"Uh-huh." Ryker said disbelievingly, stepping closer to the male. "So again, you came all the way down from Guruta to warn me--killing your own men? What's the real reason, Apollo?" Ryker asked. It was the first time the Radantian had used the male's name.

[clementine]

And at the sound of his name, Apollo jerked like he had been struck. He couldn't tell Ryker that Jeta had finally stepped over the line. What would the Radation think? Apollo planned on trying to usurp his uncle by all means, however he didn't say any of this, simply shrugging.

"My reasons are my own. You're alive aren't you?" He had his hands on his hips looking cross.

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"Don't you look at me like that." Ryker frowned. "I was alive before you appeared, and would have been had you not showed up." He said rolling his eyes and folding his own arms.

Garrison watched this in disbelief. Ryker did know who he was talking to--didn't he? And how were the two so ---dare he say--friendly, almost, with each other?

[clementine]

"I'll look at you any way I want." Apollo snapped, angry that Ryker wasn't just a tad more grateful. "And I suppose the thirty or so Reapers coming your way would have been taken care of with your life intact? Jeta has a price on your head Ryker. He wants you and it pisses me off."

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"Why does it piss you off?" he asked, cocking his head. He loved pushing Apollo's buttons, it was fun watching the usually carefree Reaper get riled up--it was even kind of hot--NO! Bad Ryker. No thinking naughty thoughts about the handsome--No! Stupid, yes, stupid Reaper.

Ryker shook his thoughts away, looking to Apollo for his answer.

[clementine]

Apollo ground his teeth, his discretion shot. "I'll tell you why it pisses me off. That old man pushes me around and treats me like some fucking kid. And I'm sick of it. I don't care if my mother asked for his life. Next time I see Jeta, he is dead." The Reaper was fumming at this point, the emotion had he been building up since forever just spilling over. If he had been a woman, he would have been crying.

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Ryker's gaze softened a tiny bit, and he placed a hand on the Reaper's shoulder. "Come with us. We've got a place for the night, and can figure out something from there." Ryker said.

Garrison frowned. "Wait, Ryker, how do you know he can be trusted?"

"He helped me escape." Ryker said plainly.

"Yet you have a team of Reapers after you," Garrison pointed out. He looked at Apollo. "So I'll ask again. How do we know we can trust you?"

[clementine]

"I told you." Apollo bit out as he stepped back from Ryker's touch, stifling a shutter. "Jeta wants Ryker. Dead or alive. The old man doesn't particularly care." The Reaper looked away and added in a mumble. "You don't have to trust me."

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"Touchy thing, ain't he?" Garrison observed. "First time I THINK something ain't right with you, Reaper, I'm snapping your neck." he said before hefting up his heavy pack. "How's your foot Ry?" he asked Ryker.

Ryker looked down, just resgistering that his bandaged foot was now bleeding from the fall. The skin was scratched badly from where the pair had been tackled, seeing as Ryker had no shoe on the foot. He frowned. "It's fine. Just scratched up a bit--still can't feel it much from the Healer." Ryker shrugged.

[clementine]

Apollo just growled at Ryker's companion. He was in no mood and the male might find a few teeth missing in a moment. "Go ahead." He replied about the death threat giving another of his shrugs. He about about to say something else when it attention was diverted.

"What's wrong with your foot?" Apollo demanded, immediately kneeling down to inspect Ryker's foot. "Can you walk okay?" Was that concern in his voice?

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"It's fine," Ryker assured. "I can't even feel it, really." he shrugged, sitting down on an overturned crate, unrapping the bloody bandage. Garrison hissed. "Viper...that's not just a few scratches." he said, shaking his head at the bloody appendage. It was covered in small lacerations and deep scratches that made their way up the teens leg.

Ryker blinked. "Huh, guess not." Garrison looked at him. "We're taking you to Simon." he said with no room for argument.

"We don't need to do that," Ryker said. "I'll be fine."

"No you won't. We're taking you to Simon, and you're not walking on that." the formidible redhead said, shaking his head and folding his large arms. "I'll carry you."

"I am not some kid, and I'm not putting Simon in danger. You know I've got Reapers two inches off my ass." he frowned.

"Simon can help you, and he's just a good a fighter as me. We have to go see him--or do you want to lose that leg?" Garrison said with a scowl. Ryker huffed, folding his arms and pouting.

[clementine]

Apollo didn't waste time in asking who Simon was or if Ryker felt the need to go. He would carry the male, and that's just what he did. The Reaper swung Ryker up into his arms bridal style. "Lets go." He told the redhead, holding Ryker firmly.

[praiseofblood]

Ryker let out a small sound of surprise and Garrison looked at the Reaper with a raised eyebrow. He swung up Ryker's bag onto his shoulder and turned, leading them out of the abandoned basement and into the shadowed streets of lower Radaa. The group cautiously walked the streets and alleyways until they came to a building the looked rather inconspicous from the outside. Garrison opened the door and revealed an immaculate office.

"Simon!" he called out entering the doctor's office.