Blanket

Now even more scared than before Travis tried to stay with it as Angel gave him another shot, then directed him. He did as he was told, still struggling to get air. He could breathe, but barely, and he was starting to get dizzy. 

Within seconds of Angel's call to the main house, Lane was sprinting across the driveway. Fear gripped his heart as he took the porch steps in one stride and quickly entered the building. "Angel? What is it? What happened?" One look at his son, and he was at the bedside. With Angel's explanation of what was happening - or rather, what she didn't know was happening - he racked his brain for answers. "I...I don't know what could have caused this." He set a hand on his son's shoulder. "It'll be okay, Travis, just stay calm, okay?" 

Travis nodded, although the fear showed in his eyes. He put a hand to his chest as he continued to wheeze. 

Lane continued to think. "You're not allergic to anything, are you? Travis?"

Travis had started to zone out, but fought to stay conscious before shaking his head. "Not...not that...I know of," he managed. 

Lane's gaze snapped back to his sister. "Could it have been something the Agency did? Before we went today, there was at least an hour without surveillance. What if they gave him something?" 

Travis's head was pounding, and his eyes started to roll back in his head. 

"No, no, Travis!" Lane gave him a short jolt. "Stay with us."

Travis blinked and kept trying to breathe. It took a few more seconds, but it did feel like he was getting more air now as the shot Angel had given him finally started to take effect. "So....hot..." 

Lane put a hand to his son's forehead and looked grimly at Angel. "I see you've got him on antibiotics, but what if this isn't your run of the mill infection? What if it's something else? Something more?" 

Travis's breathing finally began to calm, though his fear remained high. But turning over his arm, he showed Angel a very small mark. "I...I passed out," he explained weakly. "I thought it was...was just a tranquilizer...or...or something."

Lane looked at the needle mark and his blood ran cold. Agency poisons were nothing to play around with. "What do we do?" he whispered to Angel. "Do you have anything here that's been used in the past?"

Travis' hair was wet with sweat, and now that he could breathe again, chills returned tenfold and he shook all over, even when Lane pulled a second blanket up over him. 


Con smiled a little and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Jamie's ear. "Good. 'Cause I'd hate to be gone without being missed."

Gaining a mischievous glint in his eye, he stood - Jamie in his arms - then deposited her on the couch before piling on top of her and kissing her neck where he knew it tickled. Drawing back a little to keep his weight on his arms, he stared down at her with a silly grin. "Can you play hooky tomorrow?" He gave her another kiss to her lips this time. "So we can go somewhere?"

Without warning, his stomach growled - loudly - and his grin widened. "Did I mention I haven't eaten all day?"