You're gonna be really disappointed, trust me. Its just him. [Peter makes a face at the secondary question.
He hates this so much.]
It's his name. He chose his own name. Yes, his name is Leo. Leonardo. [He avoids the last name very intently. The Hamato family is a little too distinct.
He hopes Leo is okay with this. He can't exactly ask.] Leonardo Parker.
"Yet, it has your last name?"
He and I agreed on it. [In a nebulous 3am conversation where the two were trying to figure out last names if they got married. Parker-Hamato was the winner.]
[She stares at him the same length of time Leo does, but in a very different expression. She is, sadly, unimpressed by this. Leo, though, looks surprised, and in any other situation he'd be crying from joy.
Instead he stays where he's seated, ready to try and (unsuccessfully) bolt if the guards start to approach.
Which they are. The woman looks from Peter up to the guard and nods once before standing up straight.]
"It seems our time here is over. We have to resume our schedule as we allowed a ten minute deviation for this... distraction. We have more tests for it, but you'll be given some options. The guard will explain them to you."
[Peter just scowls at her, the urge to just make her eat the stylus is not a nice one, but it's there.
He twists around when he realizes the guards are moving toward Leo. The tired edge Peter has been feeling this entire time is overridden by adrenaline kicking to the surface. Fear and worry for his boyfriend on the immediate forefront.
He's up on his feet, fast. Fast enough it startles the other lingering scientist by the door to the cell. The scientists haven't had complete luck in suppressing Peter's abilities.
He grabs onto one of the guards arms, yanking the man back.]
Hey! Don't touch him!
"Make it easy on yourself." [The woman warns with no real interest in getting in the way of a scuffle.]
[The guard by Peter tugs him back, away as the other two guards approach Leo. He's trying to shrink into himself more. As soon as they reach for him, he scrambles, trying to get away but is caught on the same damned chains again.
The noise that he makes as two sets of hands reach for him is likely not one Peter's heard before, pained and panicked and scared. Leo thrashes his head around before one guard gets a grip on him, slamming it down to the floor as the other pops the plastic cap off of a prepared syringe. The whine in his throat is definitely a new one to Peter, as Leo strains his body to look at him, beg him with his eyes for help.
The woman walks back to the other scientist once it's clear the guards can get Leo pliable for now. She doesn't need to see his short, scared breaths start to slow and his body go languid. Not asleep, but damn near close enough.]
No-nono- Leo! [Any patience, or calm Peter might have been showing about the situation, about how the scientists treated him fall away completely. He had been trying to just wait this out.
Now he really can't. He elbows the guard behind him hard enough that he knocks the air out of the man. The guard who had been holding him staggers back clutching at his chest.
He darts forward, shoving both guards firmly out of his way with all of his strength. It knocks both men off their feet entirely. They crash onto the tiled floor hard enough it cracks the surface. Any sympathy or regret he could have had about hurting them isn't something he can muster.
His focus is on his boyfriend.
Peter drops onto his knees again, reaching out to just touch Leo's face. The muzzle is shredded with a quick decisive gesture so Peter can press their faces together. His forehead against Leo's own. He draws back to just break the chains holding Leo in place.]
Fuck, fuck- what was in that- [He fumbles to pull Leo into his lap, just curling around him protectively.
The thought of escaping doesn't even hit him, his thoughts are a jumble of panic and fear. The need to protect Leo as much as he can.]
[Leo doesn't respond more than vague, exhausted half-aborted whines in his throat at being maneuvered into Peter's lap. His eyes look up at him, glossy and glass eyed. But he's dead weight in his boyfriend's arms.]
"Fascinating." [Both scientists at the door are taking furious notes at the display. Even when the guards start getting back up. A hand signal to each other and one reaches for another syringe.]
[Peter just holds Leo close as he can, murmuring against his boyfriend's exposed skin.]
I'm sorry, if I knew you were here, if I knew- [He would have just done so many things differently if he knew Leo was here. He wouldn't have put up with all of this up to this point.
The guard he merely jabbed in the chest is trying to approach, intending to give his coworkers some cover. He makes a grab for Peter. Only to find his wrist snapped at by Peter's hand. The teenager doesn't even look at him, he shoves the man back and away. The guard tries again- grabbed for his efforts more forcefully as Peter looks at him. All three guards are more than a little startled by the display. Peter snarls at them, a warning.] Get the fuck away from us!
[Peter's attention is focused on the man he's holding is more than enough for the guard with the syringe to make his own attempt.]
"We were going to give you some options... But you leave us only one right now. We'll discuss the rest when you're ready." [The scientist sighs resigned. The guard Peter misses steps up close. It doesn't take but a second for the trained skill hand to get the syringe's needle into the side of Peter's neck. Leo's own senses and reactions too dulled to stop or even warn him.]
[His spider sense goes off just a bit too late for him to be able to avoid the jab. He sucks in a sharp pained breath. The needle sticks out of his exposed neck at an odd angle.
Whatever is in the syringe is potent enough it makes Peter start to list somewhat to the side. He clings to Leo desperately.]
No-nonono- Leo, Leo- [He's starting to slur a little, sticking to Leo initially before his focus is lost at the needle being yanked out of his neck. The teenager is hauled back by one guard so the other two can grab the mutant turtle.]
[It's a long day. Peter wouldn't know; this is one of the few, if only, days Peter is left in one spot to rest. Medically induced, sure, but still rest.
Nothing and no one disturbs the cell until the mixture finishes cycling through Peter's system. The sound of heavy chains being fastened together, and a separate set of hands tightening the muzzle around the turtle's head is the most disruption the cell has seen all day. But there's more bruising on his green skin. His mouth doesn't sit right, like something's wrong with it. Fresh burn marks line his arms and he's both exhausted and nervous.
But one of the guards nudges Peter with his foot as the other two step back once Leo is secure again.]
[It takes another nudge before Peter blinks his eyes open, seemingly trying to pin point where he even is.
Then reality slides back into place. He jolts up into a seated position. His mind feels all over the place, jumbled thoughts, panic and grogginess all crash together.]
Leo!
"Enough." [The guard says with limited patience back down at Peter, but doesn't stop the teenager from clumsily moving towards Leo. He looked to his other guards.]
"If you try to move it, you'll hurt it. Don't try anything."
[That does stop Peter from trying to pull apart the restraints keeping Leo in place. He stays close, looking up at the guards with a scowl.]
[Once the guard seems satisfied that Peter won't rush to anything drastic, he takes half a step back and pulls out a tablet himself. Thumbs through a few things.]
"Your options are stay in your own bunk, and this turtle will no longer be an issue for you. You can stay in your own bunk and agree to the tests in return for reasonable requests for it. Or you can bunk here with it, agree to the tests in return for reasonable requests for you both."
[Talking, someone is talking and he needs to pay attention because it might be important, it might give him the chance to steel himself. Leo tenses at the voice before it registers that it's Peter and it's safe. It's safe.
Everything hurts so much. Even turning his head has become a herculean task, muscles in his neck aching and sore before he rests it on the floor where he can see Peter. The words are still impossible to get out like this, but he lets out a quiet chirp to answer. Soft and tired, but a little hopeful.]
[Leo nearly jerks from the touch before settling. A spark of something from the feeling before he calms himself with a breath. It's Peter. He shifts trying to move closer and can't get far, but he keeps his eyes on his boyfriend.
The bedding doesn't come until after midnight. The two guards different from the first ones in the day. It's almost ceremonious the way he rolls out the thin, barely even worth it bed cushion and even thinner sheet. He gives the two a sneer as he turns for the door.]
[Peter ends up just curling up close to Leo, trying to not crowd him but afraid of moving away from him either. He missed Leo fiercely, but he also knows neither of them have the capacity or will to talk.
Peter rolls his eyes at the display, but waits until he's sure they're gone to slowly sit up and grab the bedding. He pulls it over, showing it to Leo.]
[Leo sits so still until the two guards leave. He barely cracks one eye open to look at Peter. But a cushion? He looks at it tiredly, then at Peter.
The way the muzzle's straps cut into his skin around his face is a dull ache now, not new anymore after the last couple weeks. The weight of chains around him keeping him to the floor is becoming familiar in a way he hates. But he nods at Peter before sitting up just enough to nudge Peter to it. That's Peter's cushion to sleep on.]
[Peter exhales a little, his expression softening at the nudge. He lays out the bedding more directly under Leo. The cushion is thin enough it can fit under the turtle very easily.]
I can handle sleeping on the floor for a night, Leo.
[He reaches out a gentle hand to work on the straps of the muzzle, more or less breaking it in the process.] Ugh, we're going to hear about this tomorrow.
[His expression at Peter saying he'll sleep on the floor just reads loud and clear: Uh huh.
But when Peter reaches for his head, Leo freezes for a moment. Then he realizes what Peter is doing, and ducks his head so it's easier to reach. Once the muzzle is gone, Leo takes a breath, shifting his jaw and opening his mouth, making shapes to stretch it out a bit.]
[Peter gives the look back in kind, but it doesn't last as he sets the muzzle aside. He places a gentle hand against his boyfriend's shoulder. Finding a place to touch that isn't hurt in some capacity is harder than Peter would like it to be.
We'll worry about that when we have to. Its my fault anyway. [He wants to hold Leo so badly, but there are a few problems in actually making that happen.]
[Peter shifts, so he can settle with Leo, trying to not take up too much of the mat in the process. He was thin to begin with, his time here and less than nutritious meals means he's only gotten a little thinner in the process.]
I just don't want you to get hurt because of me. [He presses a gentle kiss against Leo's cheek. Just hoping it gives him comfort as much as it gives Peter comfort.]
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He hates this so much.]
It's his name. He chose his own name. Yes, his name is Leo. Leonardo. [He avoids the last name very intently. The Hamato family is a little too distinct.
He hopes Leo is okay with this. He can't exactly ask.] Leonardo Parker.
"Yet, it has your last name?"
He and I agreed on it. [In a nebulous 3am conversation where the two were trying to figure out last names if they got married. Parker-Hamato was the winner.]
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Instead he stays where he's seated, ready to try and (unsuccessfully) bolt if the guards start to approach.
Which they are. The woman looks from Peter up to the guard and nods once before standing up straight.]
"It seems our time here is over. We have to resume our schedule as we allowed a ten minute deviation for this... distraction. We have more tests for it, but you'll be given some options. The guard will explain them to you."
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He twists around when he realizes the guards are moving toward Leo. The tired edge Peter has been feeling this entire time is overridden by adrenaline kicking to the surface. Fear and worry for his boyfriend on the immediate forefront.
He's up on his feet, fast. Fast enough it startles the other lingering scientist by the door to the cell. The scientists haven't had complete luck in suppressing Peter's abilities.
He grabs onto one of the guards arms, yanking the man back.]
Hey! Don't touch him!
"Make it easy on yourself." [The woman warns with no real interest in getting in the way of a scuffle.]
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The noise that he makes as two sets of hands reach for him is likely not one Peter's heard before, pained and panicked and scared. Leo thrashes his head around before one guard gets a grip on him, slamming it down to the floor as the other pops the plastic cap off of a prepared syringe. The whine in his throat is definitely a new one to Peter, as Leo strains his body to look at him, beg him with his eyes for help.
The woman walks back to the other scientist once it's clear the guards can get Leo pliable for now. She doesn't need to see his short, scared breaths start to slow and his body go languid. Not asleep, but damn near close enough.]
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Now he really can't. He elbows the guard behind him hard enough that he knocks the air out of the man. The guard who had been holding him staggers back clutching at his chest.
He darts forward, shoving both guards firmly out of his way with all of his strength. It knocks both men off their feet entirely. They crash onto the tiled floor hard enough it cracks the surface. Any sympathy or regret he could have had about hurting them isn't something he can muster.
His focus is on his boyfriend.
Peter drops onto his knees again, reaching out to just touch Leo's face. The muzzle is shredded with a quick decisive gesture so Peter can press their faces together. His forehead against Leo's own. He draws back to just break the chains holding Leo in place.]
Fuck, fuck- what was in that- [He fumbles to pull Leo into his lap, just curling around him protectively.
The thought of escaping doesn't even hit him, his thoughts are a jumble of panic and fear. The need to protect Leo as much as he can.]
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"Fascinating." [Both scientists at the door are taking furious notes at the display. Even when the guards start getting back up. A hand signal to each other and one reaches for another syringe.]
"Let it go and step back from it."
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I'm sorry, if I knew you were here, if I knew- [He would have just done so many things differently if he knew Leo was here. He wouldn't have put up with all of this up to this point.
The guard he merely jabbed in the chest is trying to approach, intending to give his coworkers some cover. He makes a grab for Peter. Only to find his wrist snapped at by Peter's hand. The teenager doesn't even look at him, he shoves the man back and away. The guard tries again- grabbed for his efforts more forcefully as Peter looks at him. All three guards are more than a little startled by the display. Peter snarls at them, a warning.] Get the fuck away from us!
[Peter's attention is focused on the man he's holding is more than enough for the guard with the syringe to make his own attempt.]
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"Get the turtle prepped for today's tests."
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Whatever is in the syringe is potent enough it makes Peter start to list somewhat to the side. He clings to Leo desperately.]
No-nonono- Leo, Leo- [He's starting to slur a little, sticking to Leo initially before his focus is lost at the needle being yanked out of his neck. The teenager is hauled back by one guard so the other two can grab the mutant turtle.]
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Nothing and no one disturbs the cell until the mixture finishes cycling through Peter's system. The sound of heavy chains being fastened together, and a separate set of hands tightening the muzzle around the turtle's head is the most disruption the cell has seen all day. But there's more bruising on his green skin. His mouth doesn't sit right, like something's wrong with it. Fresh burn marks line his arms and he's both exhausted and nervous.
But one of the guards nudges Peter with his foot as the other two step back once Leo is secure again.]
"Time to wake up."
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Then reality slides back into place. He jolts up into a seated position. His mind feels all over the place, jumbled thoughts, panic and grogginess all crash together.]
Leo!
"Enough." [The guard says with limited patience back down at Peter, but doesn't stop the teenager from clumsily moving towards Leo. He looked to his other guards.]
"If you try to move it, you'll hurt it. Don't try anything."
[That does stop Peter from trying to pull apart the restraints keeping Leo in place. He stays close, looking up at the guards with a scowl.]
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"Your options are stay in your own bunk, and this turtle will no longer be an issue for you. You can stay in your own bunk and agree to the tests in return for reasonable requests for it. Or you can bunk here with it, agree to the tests in return for reasonable requests for you both."
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Why is this coming up all the sudden?
"Pick an option."
[Peter isn't terribly surprised the guard isn't feeling chatty. The choice is at least easy.
He isn't about to leave Leo alone.] I will bunk here with Leo and agree to tests in return for reasonable requests for both of us.
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"Dr. Valenski has been informed. We'll have your things brought here."
[Not that there are many. At least the human gets some padding and a blanket.]
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Peter just feels... empty. The rest cleared some of the fog he had been operating with for the past few days, but it doesn't make the day any easier.]
Can I touch you-? [He asks this very quietly. Trying to give Leo some semblance of a choice.]
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Everything hurts so much. Even turning his head has become a herculean task, muscles in his neck aching and sore before he rests it on the floor where he can see Peter. The words are still impossible to get out like this, but he lets out a quiet chirp to answer. Soft and tired, but a little hopeful.]
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He gingerly touch his boyfriend's hand, not sure how badly he's even hurting right now. He can't even ask properly either.
Whenever his bedding is here, he'll give it to Leo. To ensure his boyfriend actually gets some rest.]
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The bedding doesn't come until after midnight. The two guards different from the first ones in the day. It's almost ceremonious the way he rolls out the thin, barely even worth it bed cushion and even thinner sheet. He gives the two a sneer as he turns for the door.]
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Peter rolls his eyes at the display, but waits until he's sure they're gone to slowly sit up and grab the bedding. He pulls it over, showing it to Leo.]
It isn't a lot, but its better than the floor.
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The way the muzzle's straps cut into his skin around his face is a dull ache now, not new anymore after the last couple weeks. The weight of chains around him keeping him to the floor is becoming familiar in a way he hates. But he nods at Peter before sitting up just enough to nudge Peter to it. That's Peter's cushion to sleep on.]
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I can handle sleeping on the floor for a night, Leo.
[He reaches out a gentle hand to work on the straps of the muzzle, more or less breaking it in the process.] Ugh, we're going to hear about this tomorrow.
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But when Peter reaches for his head, Leo freezes for a moment. Then he realizes what Peter is doing, and ducks his head so it's easier to reach. Once the muzzle is gone, Leo takes a breath, shifting his jaw and opening his mouth, making shapes to stretch it out a bit.]
Pr-Probably.
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We'll worry about that when we have to. Its my fault anyway. [He wants to hold Leo so badly, but there are a few problems in actually making that happen.]
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Their fault for putting it on. [After a second, he shifts so there's room for Peter on the small mat with him.] So don't say it's your fault.
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I just don't want you to get hurt because of me. [He presses a gentle kiss against Leo's cheek. Just hoping it gives him comfort as much as it gives Peter comfort.]
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