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

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Apollo ignored Garrison's look and silently followed the male to Simon's office. He was surprised all over again at how light Ryker was, as the Radation was no problem to carry. Making his steps careful so as not to trip of rubble, Apollo crowded in behind Garrison as they entered the office, wanting to be away from prying eyes.

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A handsome male with dark, blonde-brown hair appeared from the back of the office, pushing up a pair od silver rimmed glasses up on his aristocratic nose. He bore a striking resemblance to Ryker.

"Garrison, Ryker..." he said, cool green gaze taking in the scene before him. "First time I've seen you accompanied by a Reaper. Jeta's nephew no less." he said, looking at the group.

"Simon, we need you to take a look at Ryker." Garrison said with concern in his voice.

Simon rose an eyebrow. "What did you do?"

Ryker adopted an innocent look. "I didn't do nothing, dear, sweet big cousin. I'm innocent."

"Yes, sure you are." Simon said deadpanned. "Bring him to the back." he said to Apollo.

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Apollo scowled. He hated it when his name preceded him. He nodded though, taking in the doctor's look before carrying Ryker to the back room and setting the male down gently on the medical bed he found there.

The Reaper wrinkled his nose at the smell of clean and antiseptic. A physician's abode what not somewhere he'd thought he would be.

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Simon watched as Apollo placed the teen down on the examining table. Simon washed his hands and pulled on a pair of gloves, drawing a stool close to inspect the wound. He frowned, "Nothing huh?" he said, voice soft.

"Well, almost nothing." Ryker said sheepishly.

"Start from the beginning." Simon said, leaving no room for argument. "How did your ankle get fractured? Why are you both laden with bags?" he asked.

"It's fractured?" Ryker said surprised, looking at the swollen appendage and ignoring the other question.

"Ryker Allen Slade--" Simon said menacingly.

"Alright, alright already." Ryker frowned. "No need to use my goverment name on me. I was escaping from Guruta, when I got pricked by a tracer. I ran, and when I got to the end of the pipelines, I caught a ride on a shuttle, jumped off, hit the ground pretty hard, I guess." Ryker said.

Simon nodded. "And the lacerations? The bags?" he asked, while beginning to gently clean the wounds.

Ryker hissed. Simon looked up. "Sorry, continue."

"That..." Ryker's frowned as he explained the scene he had come across at Gemeni's room, still fighting back tears. He then explained that Garrison had offered to come with him and that when they had gone out into the fighting, he had most likely been burned by a laser bullet that had struck too close to him.

About halfway through Ryker's tale, Simon had looked up, stopping his menstrations--his hand tight around the antiseptic cloth. "Symion did what?" he said, his brow considerably darkened.

Ryker swallowed, shaking his head. "I don't want to talk about it."

Garrison frowned as well. "Apparently, he and Gemeni had been at this for longer than any of us knew. And they sold Ryker off to the Gruesomes to get him out of their hair. At least that's what I heard a couple days ago when they were talking about it." he said, his own fists clenched.

Ryker looked up at that. He hadn't known that. Tears sprang into his eyes anew as the betrayal hit him like a semi.

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Apollo leaned against the far wall, arms crossed as he watched t he scene unfold. Interesting. He wondered what Gemini's aim was, other than getting rid of Ryker. Why not just kill his ex-lover and be done with it?

The Reaper frowned, wanting to go to Ryker, yet stayed where he was. It felt like a knife twisting him in the gut to see the proud Radation crying. Apollo had to asked the next question though. He had to know.

"Why didn't he just kill you?" Apollo asked, voice slightly hoarse. He cleared it and continued. "I mean, what would be the point of sending you to my uncle?"

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Garrison looked at the Reaper. "Apparently, Gemeni had struck a deal with someone in Guruta. Some bullshit about giving Ryker to the Gurutians to end the war--knowing he'd trained Ryker to hate all Gurutians."

"Knowing he'd kill as many Gurutians as he could lay hands on." Simon filled in, frowning as Ryker simply ignored everyone around him, his head buried in his one drawn up knee. He made no sound, but occasionally, a small shudder would go through him.

"How exactly did you help him escape, Reaper?" Garrison wanted to know, frowning as he reached for the teen, drawing him into his strong arms. Ryker's blond hair sheilded his tear streaked face from the adults in the room and Simon frowned, looking at the male who had been forced to grow up much too fast. He loved his cousin, and had tried on many occasions to get Ryker away from the Division--he just knew one day the bastards would hurt him.

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Apollo looked at Ryker's hunched form. His face was unreadable, but his insides were in turmoil. Did Ryker truly hate him because he was a Gurutian? The Reaper sighed, knowing that if he tried to comfor the boy like Garrison, he'd probably get shoved away.

The Reaper's head jerked up at the question. "I tried to convince my uncle that I'd taken Ryker in hand. I released him at the back gates just this morning, thinking Jeta believed the act. Apparently not." Apollo shrugged. "I don't understand why he wants Ryker so badly. It's not like he sits in a place of power." Another shrug. "My uncle was probably the one who made the deal, but he was never one for wanting to end this war."

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Garrison shook his head. "No. This guys name started with an S and he was an Enforcer," he said, running his hands through Ryker's hair comfortingly. Simon stood, finished with the bandaging of Ryker's foot and leg. He left the room, returning with a pill and some water. "This will help you sleep, Ry. Take it." he said focusing on his cousin.

Ryker took the pill and drank down the water, looking down at his bandaged leg. It was starting to hurt, but the painkiller should take care of that. The teen was sick of all of it--the betrayal, the lies, the fighting, the pain...he closed his eyes, welcoming the blacness, if only for a little while.

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Apollo sighed, eyes drifting back to Ryker. He looked at the young man sadly, wishing for the millionth time that the war was over and done with. The Reaper listened to Garrison's words with have an ear, mulling over everything that had been said.

"I don't know who Mr. S is." Apollo said slowly. "The only ones I know of are Slade and Sigma."

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Garrison, laid the bow down gently, pushing his hair from his face. He stood, and sighed, walking around the bed over to Simon, wrapping the male up in his large arms. Simon motioned to the other examining room, "Come Reaper, we'll mull this over across the hall." he said, leaning slightly back into Garrison.

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"Of course." Apollo nodded as he headed into the room Simon motioned to.

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The day slowly faded into night as the three would-be enemies sat in the room, attempting to hash out Jeta's plot. It was nerve-wracking--the lengths that Jeta was going through for Ryker, as well as Gemeni and Symion's betrayal. There were simply too many holes to be filled in, and the group only served to end up tired.

Simon stood, freeing himself from Garrison's embrace. "I suppose you all may stay the night here. I have some bedrooms up the stairs." He said, pointing to the nearly hidden staircase at the end of the hall.

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Apollo heaved himself up, scrubbing a hand tiredly across his face. It was all seeming impossible right now. Sighing, he trudged silently up the stairs. He wanted to see Ryker, but yet again, he held himself back.

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Simon and Garrison headed upstairs, after making sure Apollo went first, leading him to the room past theirs. The Radantians may have been cordial to the Reaper, but they were no fools.

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Apollo knew what the two males were thinking and it seemed to depress him even further. Being not trusted sucked, since he considered himself to be a pretty trustworthy guy. Giving the two a halfhearted wave, he disappeared into the bedroom and shut the door behind him.

Still covered in grit from earlier, he shed his clothes and took a quick bath before flopping naked into the bed, mind traveling around in tried little circles, still trying to figure everything out.