In need

Scott tries to process everything, feeling a bit sick to his stomach. The soft music... Hope's fingers combing his hair... he wanted to just fall asleep, but something wasn't right... something had happened... what was it?

Slowly, the earlier events come back to him, and the feeling of dread descends on him once again. Still unable to move much, he simply rolls over a little so Hope couldn't see his face. "You took me anyway," he murmurs. Tears well in his eyes from so many pent up emotions. "You knew I didn't want to... you knew I was scared... and you took me anyway."

The tears escape from his eyes, rolling down sideways on his face onto Hope's lap and he sniffs, wanting to sit up and curl up by himself, but his muscles still were too weak from the sedative.

Reese glances in the mirror, pain on his face. He hated this. Oh, how he hated it. At least Scott was calm, but Reese would almost rather have a fight than see the suffering like this.

Scott manages to move enough to wipe his eyes, but remains lying down. He knew it was useless to fight right now. The most he could do would be jump from a moving vehicle and that would be stupid. The had taken him... ripped him from his home against his will. He hadn't been strong enough to fight them off. He'd been too weak. And now he was a prisoner again.

A few more tears fall.


Eli's eyebrows rise as Ryan talks. He stares at her, absorbing her words and blinking once or twice. He shouldn't be surprised she'd figured it out. It had been a few days with lots of time to think, and she was smart. He hadn't meant to cause a rift between them. He'd only wanted to do what he thought was right the other night and hadn't meant for Alec to run. If he'd known Alec would run, he probably wouldn't have called anybody. But it was too late now. His sister was obviously upset with him, and there wasn't much he could do about it now.

"Well..." He straighten up, pursing his lips. He willed himself not to become upset back at her - at least not on the outside. "I guess I'll get going to work then." He really had nothing else to say. "I'll... see you later."

Giving a little nod, he aims for the door. "Call me if you change your mind about needing something from the store, Speedy," he mentions over his shoulder. Grabbing his jacket, he slips out the door.


Alec squints at the door, hoping he'd found the right one in his mental state. He could barely see through one eye that was purple and swollen. His lower lip had been split and more bruises accented his face. His right arm was wrapped around himself to hold his ribs. To say he felt like he'd been run over by a truck would be accurate. He hears a motorcycle engine rev, and doesn't realize that he'd missed Eli by seconds. It was just as well though.

Swallowing hard, he manages to knock, though both his hands were so sore. Closing his eyes, he just leans against the wall and waits, hoping he didn't collapse before someone came. He'd seen Ryan's car, so all he could do was hope she was actually home.