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Okay, here's another from Watari Pt2 and...it's the whole chapter this time. i love it. so much. xD
"Mello!" Hal called across the room, as the couple made to leave. She strode across the distance. "Might I have a private word with you please?"
Mello shrugged and opened his mouth to reply in the affirmative, but Ann was bearing down upon them. She answered for him, "That works out quite nicely, because I had a message from Madeleine that Mail isn't to leave Wammy's House without a check-up. She's still very concerned about on-going trauma from his experiences recently. Mello, you can take Hal into Roger's office, if you like. It's empty at the moment. Mail, the infirmary please."
"Of course." Mello smiled. "But I would quite like to hear what Madeleine has to say too."
Hal bit her lip. "I was hoping to speak with you alone, if at all possible."
Mello paused, looking at her apologetic expression. "Ok." He grabbed Matt and pulled him into an embrace. "Guapo, Roger is not in this building. Lots of children are. Can I trust you?" Matt flashed back a look of pure disdain. Mello lowered his voice into a warning growl. "I will be very, very pissed off if you don't go straight to the infirmary and stay there until I come for you. I mean really pissed off. Right?"
Matt rolled his eyes, his arms rising to the sides in a gesture of surrender. "I'm going to the infirmary." He started to pull away. "This is me going to the infirmary."
"Mail?" Mello pulled him back and kissed him. "Love you, baby."
Matt smiled and reached to kiss him back. "Don't forget to tell him off for swearing, Ann." He tutted. "Such language." Matt shook his head in mock outrage, as he left the room and turned towards the infirmary. Ann patted Mello's arm, then pressed a key into his hand before following the redhead out.
Mello's expression moved from pained to charming, as he returned his attention to the SPK agent. "Sorry about that. He's a bit... bitter." He glanced at the stragglers in the room. "I suppose Roger's office would be more private, if you'd like to come with me. Bye all." He waved. Fenian, Linda, Deontic and Lamond all waved back. Mello raised his eyebrows, but guided Hal out and down the corridors. They passed classrooms, distracting the children, as the legendary Wammy's House detective was glimpsed through the windows. "Oh no. I just remembered that I promised to speak with them later. I was hoping to get away." He smirked at Hal. "You've been well and truly set up, haven't you?"
"Yes." Hal replied tersely. "But it will be a challenge."
Mello laughed, leading her across the hallway to the office door. He inserted the key and held it open for her to enter first. "You can't imagine the temptation this situation is leading me into. No Roger, but all these archives." He grinned. "You'd better keep me on the straight and narrow."
She shook her head. "One impossible job at a time, please, Mello."
He laughed, then indicated the comfortable chairs. "Please do sit down." He took an armchair for himself and surveyed her. "Now what did you want to talk with me about?" He noticed the wall of blank monitors behind her. "Ah, excuse me one second." Mello stood and searched the back for a power switch.
"Mello, forgive me."
Mello looked quickly back, but Hal was still just standing there. "What's up?"
"Mihael Keehl, I am arresting you on suspicion of assault. It is my duty to tell you that it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence." Hal stared unflinchingly at him. She took out a handheld tape recorder and placed it on the desk. It was recording. "I am empowered to arrest you under the jurisdiction of L, but if you prefer it may be arranged that you are charged by a UK police officer. You need to know that there are people stationed outside this door and outside the windows. Do I need to cuff you?"
Mello had paled. He sat down and replied quietly, "No, you don't need to cuff me."
"I am aware that one of your peers is a lawyer, do you wish me to call her?" Hal asked. Mello nodded, mutely. "As Chrissie cannot be physically present, Linda has agreed to join you, if you wish to have an independent witness in the room with you."
Mello uttered an ironic snort. "Et tu, Brutus?" He shook his head. "No, I don't require Linda's presense. May I ask who pressed the charges?"
Hal opened up a laptop that had been waiting on the desk. She began to dial access to the Watari Network. "You are currently helping us with our enquiries. It may be that it will be police charges, again under jurisdiction from L for international law. Ultimately, we are hoping that the charges will be pressed by Mail Jeevas."
Mello stared at her. "You're charging me for domestic assault." He placed his head in his hands, blond hair falling over to further hide his face. "Marijo, sveta Bogorodice."
On the other side of the institution, Madeleine glanced up as Ann entered the infirmary, but she continued speaking to Matt. "You're looking good so far, but I do want to check the healing of your bullet wound. If you'd just slip your shirt off for me and remove all metallic objects and jewellery."
Matt peered back, disguising the inner jolt under a veneer of aloofness. "That's well healed now. It's ok. I don't need x-raying."
"My records state that you were x-rayed once. I want to see the healing." Madeleine repeated firmly, as Ann joined them. "You've been here since you were three, I can assure you that there's nothing on your torso that I haven't seen before."
Ann smiled. "Mail's always been a bit reticient about these things. But come on, Mail, put the lady's mind at rest, then you can get us off your back." She nodded encouragement. "How do you think the meeting went?"
"Slowly and annoyingly. But at least the foundations are there for the future now." Matt made to stand up, but Madeleine fixed him with a stern stare. "I don't want x-raying."
"No." Ann continued smiling. "You don't want to take your top off in case we see all of the bruises. What's the combination code for the thing around your neck, Mail?"
Matt froze, but quickly smirked. "What?"
"You heard me, Mail."
Matt sneered and rolled over the bed upon which he had perched. He landed on his feet on the far side and shook his head slowly at them, before sauntering away towards the door. "I don't know what you're talking about. There's not a mark on me."
"We have evidence." Ann spoke calmly, though her face was pale. "The whole room saw a bruise on your back yesterday. When you showed us your bullet wound. Plus we have video footage from your bedroom last night. We know that you have bruises and what looked like cuts on your stomach." She exhaled as he reached the door. "It's locked, Mail."
He turned on the spot without trying it. "Why would you lock me in?"
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. Mello can neither hear or see you in here. There's no need to be frightened." Ann began to walk towards him. "Mail, we know that Mello controls your money. You had to ask Roger for help with your rent and you told him since, over the telephone, that there was a game you weren't sure you could buy, because you needed to find out from Mello how much money you had. The price of a game should be nothing compared to the earnings that you can make. It is our belief that Mello has been physically, mentally and emotionally abusing you, whilst also financially controlling you. It's nothing to be ashamed of, Mail."
Matt had been slowly shaking his head, occasionally uttering a half-laugh, but now, as Ann opened her arms to hug him, he bolted. He leapt over the first bed and stood staring back at her. "You are ******** insane."
In Roger's office, Mello wiped his mouth. "Cancel Chrissie. I'll defend myself." He sat up, staring back at Hal, who paused on the brink of connecting with the lawyer. "Matt knows about this?"
"Ann and Madeleine are discussing it with him as we speak. They understand what is happening. If he isn't willing to talk about it with them, then there are others on standby. If absolutely necessary, Roger has prepared a document to section him." Hal remained calmly standing. The only hint that she felt at all awkward or nervous came in the slight shaking of her hand, as she closed the laptop down. "You must understand that you cannot be allowed to speak with him until this matter is resolved."
Mello swallowed hard. "The others being Deontic, Fenian, Lamond and Linda? Or is Roger still hiding in this House somewhere?"
"I'm not at liberty to say."
"Deontic because, other than Near and myself, she is the only person with the mental capacity to think as quickly as Matt. Fenian because..." Mello scowled. He reached into his jacket and Hal pulled out her gun. "Chocolate!" Mello raised his hands. "I'm unarmed. I'm just getting chocolate." He pulled open his jacket and showed her the bulge of confectionary and mobile telephone in his inner pocket. "I'll forego my right to claim a phone call if I can just have my chocolate." Hal nodded, but waited until it was in his hand before lowering her firearm. "Linda is here because she's a nosy b***h and she's justified it by offering to be my independent witness. It makes no sense that Fenian has stayed but not Century, as they arrived together. Lamond could be here because she arrived with Deontic." He sucked on an edge of the chocolate bar. "No! Fenian accused me of bullying Matt yesterday and Lamond was there at the time. They are witnesses. Linda is still just here for the gossip."
"I am not at liberty to say."
Mello nodded. He pointed his chocolate at the monitors. "May I listen in? No power to speak or interfere. I just want to listen."
"I'm sorry, Mello, that is not possible."
"Right." Mello bit his lip. "s**t."
Madeleine called across the infirmary, "Matt, Mello has been arrested. He can't hurt you anymore. You can talk to us." She shrugged apologetically. Both women had known him since childhood, so they gave him a wide berth now. It was understood that Matt was not going to submit to hugs and little reassuring touches on his arm. The further they were away from him, the more likely he was to talk. "You are still taking anti-depressants, so we know that you are unhappy. Why are you unhappy?"
Matt nodded. "That's why Hal needed to speak with him. Right." He shook his head, his gaze sliding from side to side, as Ann and Madeleine stood watching behind each of the beds. He remained between them and snorted. "Mello does not abuse me."
"A lot of abused people say things like that, darling." Ann smiled kindly. "A lot of people have witnessed things, so you don't have to even testify for yourself. You don't have to be scared anymore."
"Do I look scared?" Matt challenged.
"Frankly, my darling, you're trembling."
"Maybe that's because two women, whom I trusted, have set me up and are trying to separate me from Mello." Matt's nose crinkled into a sneer. "I got shot helping with the capture of Kira. Mello is the person trying to wean me off the ******** pills. He got me down to half at one point and he's still working on it. He gives me ******** lectures on eating properly!" He shook his head. "You can't do this."
Madeleine sighed, "Matt, we're just trying to protect you."
"From what? From Mello?" He looked to the Heavens. "You are having a laugh."
Ann bowed her head. "Mail, this pains me too. It hurts to know that he's doing these things, but it is very obvious that he is. He used to be such sweet, innocent boy and then..."
"He still is a sweet, slightly less innocent boy!" Matt snapped back. "Does he know that you're trying to frame him for this? This is just Roger's revenge for yesterday's meeting. I threatened to take him to court and he's done this." He crossed his arms over his chest, gripping onto his own shoulders. "You lot make me laugh. You send us out after Kira. We go through Hell and only just make it out with our lives. There's no bunting, no medals, not even a ******** plaque in the hallway at Wammy's. Instead, you try to set us up." He stared towards the door. "I want to get out of this room. I want to get back to Mello or else."
"Or else what, Mail?" Ann narrowed her eyes, looking hard at him. "Darling, we are well aware of what you accomplished. We are all very proud of you, but that does not give Mello the right to hurt you."
Matt sighed. "You have until the count of ten to let me out or I'll explode the room." He smirked. "One. Two. Three."
Ann sighed. "I'm sorry, Mail." She raised her voice. "Assistance please!"
A key sounded in the lock. Matt didn't wait to see the door open. He leapt onto the bed to his right and sprang off it onto Madeleine. He threw her backwards and pulled a knife from his boot, holding it to her neck. She screamed and Ann shrieked. The caretakers rushing through the door froze as the scene unfolded before them. Matt didn't speak, he just dragged Madeleine further into the infirmary and stood there, evaluating the risk. "I find it hard to believe that this isn't being co-ordinated by Roger or Near. It's too orchestrated to just be you two feeling maternal."
"Mail." Ann breathed. "Please think about what you are doing, darling. Put the knife down and let Madeleine come over here."
Matt shook his head and blood appeared on the doctor's neck. Madeleine gasped in pain. "Now my terms. Get Mello down here or else I really will explode the room. I have lighter fuel in my pocket and a handy cannister of Entonox just sitting in the cabinet right down here to my left. You ever seen what happens when you add a flame to gas and air?" He smirked. "One way to reform Wammy's House would be to burn the b*****d place down."
Runners were despatched first to the meeting room. It was Fenian who redirected them to Roger's office. "I told you they were out of their ******** league." He railed at the three women still sitting at the table. "I told them to wait on until this could be probably thought through. Jesus!"
"Oh come on." Lamond sighed. "How else could it have played out? Near in with Mello and Roger in with Matt? That would have calmed things right down, wouldn't it?" She watched as Deontic stood. "Where are you going?"
Deontic grit her teeth. "To go and see what I can do."
Lamond shook her head. "No. Sit down, honey. Keep the ******** out of it." She patted the seat beside her. "If Matt wants to be Mello's punchbag, let him. It's not worth getting yourself killed trying to intervene."
Deontic stared with dulled eyes back at her peers, but they all shook their heads. Wracked with reservations, she sat back down. Fenian tapped his pen on the desk. "Do clever people actually hang around in a building that Matt's about to burn down and Mello's about to go on the rampage in?"
Linda smiled. "Yes, I think they do. The muggles might need us."
The caretaker didn't wait to knock on Roger's office door. He was too aware that time was running out. Instead, as soon as he had convinced the sentries to let him by, he burst through, gasping out, "Matt is threatening to explode the building if Mello doesn't go to the infirmary. He's got some kind of gas and he's got Madeleine as hostage." Behind him, two police officers looked to Hal for orders.
Mello was already out of his seat. Hal screamed at him to stop. "You are still under arrest! Sit down!"
"Hal, you don't understand. Matt is not stable." Mello gazed at her with panicked eyes. "I'll come quietly after this, but I need to calm him down. I'm the only one who can."
"Mello, sit down."
"Cuff me and have me escorted if you need to, but I have to get down there. Near will tell you the same thing." Mello looked ready to bolt whatever she said. "You were there in the headquarters. You know what Matt's capable of. Please." His eyes flashed with panic. "Your timing was really out. Please." Hal's gaze flickered towards the laptop. "Is Near in charge of this operation?"
"No. He is aware, but he asked to be kept out of it."
Mello nodded. "Then it's another Roger ********. Who are you taking orders from Hal?"
The caretaker rushed out the information that he had been first sent to fetch Deontic, but that Fenian had told him to tell Mello. Deontic had not countermanded the directive. Hal sighed. "Yes, it was Roger. He has placed authority in order of ranking. Near has abstained and you cannot issue orders around your own arrest. Matt is close to becoming sectioned, so yes, ultimate authority is with Deontic."
Mello stared incredulously. "And she is happy for me to be there." He darted towards the door, glaring fury at both officers, but they stood their ground. Mello yelled in their faces. "What are you waiting for?" He turned and glowered at Hal. "These are the orders that Deontic hasn't got the guts to deliver. Get the children out. This is a fire alarm. Get me down to the infirmary before Matt kills us all. Get your ******** head out of your arse and let us see some of that decisive SPK agent in action again!"
Hal's lips pursed and her shoulders sagged, but she nodded. "Let him through." The officers parted in relief and Mello was gone in an instant.
Madeleine screamed. Pulled off-balance and thrown against the wall, Matt was back against her before she could recover her feet. She fought for inner calm as she pleaded with the boy she had known since his infancy. "Mail, please, it's not too late. Please just let me go." Across the room, Ann was echoing the same sentiments, but Matt wasn't listening. The tip of his knife pressed into the soft flesh of Madeleine's neck, as he hunted through his pockets and extracted two lighters. He shook them both, before selecting one. It was smashed over the bed and he lifted the Entonox. "Mail, listen to me." Madeleine could feel the hysteria bubbling up inside herself. She was one thin layer of calm away from fighting him off by whatever means. "Mail, please stop. Please stop."
There was a ruckus by the doorway and Mello roared out, "Mail Jeevas, ******** stop this right now. You irresponsible arsewipe! .. the ********?" They could hear him but there was no sign of him for several seconds before the blond burst through the door, trailing officers in his wake. Both caretakers made a grab for him. They were older men had had a long history in hauling Mello away from trouble. Matt glanced sideways, his expression neutral, but his grip on Madeleine increased and he held his lighter in his hand. "Baby, move an inch and I'll ******** kill you. Ann! Deal with this."
Ann's voice shook. "Let Mello through."
"Thank you." Mello rushed by and slid around the end of the furthest bed. "Situation, Mail?"
"The bed's covered in lighter fuel and I have Entonox in my hand." Matt replied evenly. "Pretty combustible."
"Right." Mello stepped forward and spooned himself lightly against Matt's back. He reached around to cover the hand holding the knife. "And I'm here now, so you can let Madeleine go. Madeleine, my apologies for what's happened to you. Thank you for not panicking." He pulled Matt back, hugging him from behind and suddenly the doctor had a clear escape route. "Go!" She ran. "Entonox?" Mello shook his head. "Doesn't that only turn up when people are in labour? They actually down to baby-farming in here now?" He held his hand out and Matt placed the nozzle into it. "Thank you, baby. I'll take over from now, shall I? Though I can't ******** believe you threatened to blow up a building that I'm inside! What was up? Did I miss a bit when I scarred myself last time? t**t."
Matt leaned back into Mello's embrace. Only he could tell how much the blond was shaking. "Sorry, angel."
"Ssh." Mello nodded, his arm snaked around Matt's stomach. "It's ok, baby. Just tell them the truth."
Hal had followed him into the room. She stood now with Ann. Two beds separated them from the couple, but she glared across them. "Mello, you know that if you try anything, I will kick your a**."
Mello smiled. "I'm fully aware, Hal. I strongly suggest that you get Deontic in here, if she's the one with the authority, because this should be done by the book. I also recommend that you have very strong words with Near once this is over for landing you in this."
"And Roger." Matt added.
"No." Mello shook his head. "Roger was actually trying to help. I can see that. You don't deserve his help, but this is him trying to make good on failing you in the past. His days here are numbered so he didn't have much time to do it, hence the utter ******** of this operation." They waited until the four remaining geniuses entered the room. "Afternoon all!" Mello grinned. "Deontic, I apologise for the fact that you've been dropped in the s**t here. It's so like Roger to use the rankings as the chain of command, but unfortunately the three above you are being criminally irresponsible. Feeling confident?"
Deontic rolled her eyes. "And if I'm not, then this all lands on Luigi's shoulders. That would go down well, wouldn't it? He'd break the second it was even thought of."
"I know. So we're going to keep Luigi out of this and just deal with Mario." Mello winked and the redhead laughed. "Deontic, I do think that there are way too many people in here. Not to mention that the room is dangerously insecure. You've currently got someone with a history of arson holding a cannister of gas and air with the means to ignite it."
"You won't actually do it, Mello, so it's an idle threat." Deontic replied softly. "Please could all officers and caretakers leave the room."
"Except maybe Hal?" Mello prompted. "Given that she's capable of bringing me down."
Linda and Lamond both stifled laughter behind their hands. Hal sighed. Fenian shook his head, but everyone else just looked scared. Deontic especially couldn't keep the fear from her eyes. "Yes, everyone except Hal." They watched the room empty all but the Wammy's House alumni, Ann, Madeleine and Hal. Deontic had an origami flower in her hand, but it crumpled in her grasp. "Any other orders that you would give, if you weren't under arrest, Mello?"
"Yes." He smirked. "I would consider the flaw in Roger's plan..." he paused to join in the nervous laughter of all of the geniuses there, "One of the flaws. This specific one being the chain of command. You are brilliant, Deontic, as is Matt and as is Luigi, but we all have our strengths and weaknesses. I am fully confident that you have appraised this situation and that your strategic thinking is perfect, but you're too afraid of me. Your orders will run counter to your intelligence for fear of reprisals. Am I right?"
Deontic nodded once, very slowly. "You've been set up as much as we have, you don't deserve this. Now, how about handing authority to Hal, who is trained in dealing with situations like this, with the four of you in an advisory role?"
Deontic's shoulder's sagged. "That's a very good idea, Mello. Hal, you're in charge. Good luck."
Hal blinked, sighed and turned her full attention the couple in front of her. Matt was smirking, beneath a mop of hair. Mello was staring fiercely, but a smile played on his lips. "Is Matt your hostage? Or are you his hostage now?"
Mello nodded to the four standing behind her. It was Fenian who responded. "Neither of them have any real wish to burn down The Wammy House. Mello wants to play this by the book and Matt just doesn't want to be separated from Mello. This started as a charge of domestic violence, which looks really ******** laughable now; however, the fact remains that we can't be sure that Matt is sane..."
"******** off!" Matt interupted.
"No, baby." Mello soothed. "Sane people don't necessarily threaten doctors with knives and use their genius to plot to explode infirmaries, just to get their own way. I know you're sane. You were just cornered and desperate, but Fenian has made a fair point. Plus if you are insane, then they don't have to rely on you pressing charges. You're currently at risk. You wanted the protection, so don't come whinging now it's bitten you in the butt."
"So this would all be solved if I..." Matt frowned, twisting his head around to exchange looks with Mello. The blond winked and gave a small shrug. "The truth?"
"It might be helpful."
Matt faced their audience again. Before he could speak, Mello reached up and pulled the goggles from his eyes, so they could see him. Matt glared back at him, but Mello blew a kiss and Matt smiled. By the time he turned again, the smile was a smirk and defiance blazed in his green eyes. "The truth is that I ask him to do it. We have a BDSM relationship and that's why I'm so bruised all the time. But the sex is absolutely fantastic. I don't begrudge a mark on me." It did help that he couldn't see any of them clearly without the prescription lenses in his goggles. Matt peeled off his gloves and rolled up his sleeves. They all clearly saw the lacerations on his wrists and forearms, some of them bisecting bruises. "If I just kept still when he's bringing me to orgasm, I probably wouldn't have a mark on my wrists. It's the writhing in abject pleasure that does it."
Fenian exhaled, "I think we get the picture."
"Oh God." Ann cried, her hand flying to her mouth.
"I'm sorry, Ann." Matt grinned. "Did you think you'd raised nice boys?"
"Mail, please?" Mello kissed his cheek. "He also occasionally cuts, if he's feeling very stressed. You're seeing the results, on his arm here, of his having been abducted. That's an issue unrelated to his masochism."
"Matt does cut." Linda spoke up. "I can independently verify that."
Hal raised her hand. "Mello, I would like you to put the gas down now. I think it's very clear that there has been some confusion, but continuing the seige situation is helping nobody."
Mello nodded. "Fine, but before I do, I'd like to state that I am willing to go to court, but the defence will be that this is the nature of our sexual relationship, not domestic abuse. I also want to pay for any damage done to this infirmary and/or extra equipment if that's preferable. Also, and I know that this is against all of the rules, I recommend that Matt is not separated from me, at least during the next couple of hours. He's got abandonment issues and he's still as tense as anything here. Wammy's House is no longer a sanctuary for him and he will go haywire."
Matt rolled his eyes, "Mello, the idea is not to make me out to be ******** psycho, thank you."
"I'll do that when the evidence backs it up, love of my life."
"******** off."
"Eloquent." Mello shrugged. "And mind your language in front of Ann, else she's going to give you a right rollicking in a bit."
Matt laughed. "I should imagine that Ann has washed her hands of trying to mother me by now, don't you?"
Ann called across, "Never, Mail. That will never happen." He couldn't see the tears on her face, but he could hear them in her voice and it startled him. "In fact right now all I can see is two of my boys in danger and I really wish you'd both do as Hal said and get where you're safe again. I don't claim to great genius, but I've known you since you were little and I don't think you want to hurt anyone. There's nothing here that can't be solved over a nice cup of tea, so why don't you just put the gas down?"
Matt bit his lip. He spoke so softly that no-one could hear him and Hal had to ask him to speak up. He tried again, more clearly. "My terms are different to Mello's. I don't want him to be arrested. I just want to go home and take him with me. I don't see how anyone could think he abused me. Look around his neck! This is a person who spends his entire life secretly terrified of going to Hell." He exhaled loudly. "I know you all think he's a violent ********, but you're missing the motivation. He's only ever violent if there's strategy behind it. Unless he's seriously desperate, he will go out of his way to save lives. I'm not saying he's squeaky clean, but I am saying that he does more damage to himself than to other people. Most of the scars on my body are due to my own cutting or accidents. Everything he delivers is superficial. I heal."
"Mail, sssh." Mello interupted. He was looking at Hal and memories of the murders of a lot of SPK agents hung in the air between them. "It's very sweet of you, but there's a touch of orange-tinted goggles going on in that view. Just leave it at I regret a lot of my past." Before Matt could protest, Mello rushed on. "Deontic. Tell them what you were afraid to point out when you got here. It's ok. Or any of you. You've been sharing the joke with Mail and I since you walked in the room."
"May I?" Lamond pushed away from the wall, against which she had been leaning, and wandered to the foot of the first bed. "Because I see two jokes." She beamed, her cheekbones stark on a skeletal face. "The first is that poor Catholic Mello is being faced down by these three women." She indicated Hal, Madeleine and Ann. "They look like the maiden, mother and crone of Paganism. I find that amusing." She laughed to emphasise the point, but no-one else did. "Ok, maybe that's just me. The real joke is that they aren't really threatening anything. They lost their bargaining tools the second they let Madeleine go. You see that Mello has the nozzle of the gas cannister? Well, the safety catch is still attached and he has no means of igniting it. Matt's the one with the lighter and I'm assuming that it's inside his pocket. He's certainly not holding it in his hand. All we're really dealing with is a soggy bed. Oh! Yes, they could sort it out, but I deduce that the first casualties would be Mello and Matt. Therefore they are mostly threatening us with joint suicide."
The couple both grinned. Mello carefully replaced the nozzle of the cannister onto its hook. Matt added, "Mello's too Catholic to commit suicide and I won't see him hurt. For that matter, he wouldn't see me hurt. Well, not like that. You're safe."
Hal sighed. "Does anyone have any objection to me dropping the charges for now?"
"Yes." Mello grinned. "You haven't actually formally charged me. So you can't drop them. Sorry, pedantic."
Matt elbowed him. "Shut up."
"So, we're free?" Mello pulled the goggles back down over Matt's eyes and took his hand. "Thank you all for a lovely visit." They began snaking their way around the beds towards Lamond. "Been great catching up with you all. I think we're going to head off now."
Lamond moved to give them space to pass, though it wasn't strictly necessary. Hal stalked into their path. "However, there are still the charges to be pressed by Madeleine. I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be awkward, but you cannot react like this and get away with it."
Madeleine emerged from the other side of Ann. "I'll not press them on one condition." They all waited. "I want full medical examinations of both of them. No squirming out of it. No refusals for x-rays and blood tests. No claiming religious immunity to having tests for hypoglycemia, because I have looked that up since, Mello, and it does not exist. If I'm right, then I'm sure we can come up with a better solution than you constantly eating chocolate. Matt, you've been on anti-depressants for way too long and I'm testing you for algolagnia."
Mello blinked and stared at her. Fenian chuckled, "He tried to claim that the Vatican prohibits tests for diabetes? That's actually funny. But the look on his face, I think he'd rather take the prison term for assault and criminal damage than risk losing his chocolate."
"He's not diabetic." Matt defended him. "I've seen him go several days without chocolate. They weren't pleasant, but neither was he in a coma. What's algolagnia and does it involve losing my cigarettes, games or Mello?"
"I love your priorities, guapo." Mello growled. "I'll take the tests. It's not like I have to take the treatment. I accept your conditions."
Madeleine forced a smile. "Then we've salvaged something out of this absolute mess."
yeah, sorry, it's quite a bit, but there is some serious love going on here. x3
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