Trinity Blood Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Darker Angels ❯ Stirring ( Chapter 18 )

 

 

Tres managed to get Takara to her room without waking her. He settled her on the bed and pulled the comforter over her. He stood looking down at her for a few moments, trying to analyze why it still felt as though he had a virus in his programming every time he looked at her. At the same time it registered in the part of his brain that was still human that it was something other than a virus. It also confused him that for some odd reason she seemed . . . what was the word again? Familiar to him. Not in the way Father Nightroad or the other AX members were familiar to him but something . . . older. But the connection was as elusive as trying to grasp smoke.

 

Takara opened one eye and said, “Tres, if you're going to stare at me while I sleep then lie down or at least sit down. You're making me nervous.”

 

That little half smile again. “Always domineering.”

 

Click.

 

“Affirmative,” she said, yawning.

 

Tres shed the heavy outer layer of his uniform and boots before settling down next to her. He propped himself on one elbow to better watch her as she slept.

 

“You are one weird little android, Tres.”

 

“Affirmative.”

 

 

Gun and Hunter looked at eachother across Abel's bed in worry. Star had called them in to help hold him down so he wouldn't hurt himself during a particularly bad convulsion. She had then gone to find Blaze and call her sister.

 

“Something is really fucking wrong here,” Hunter said, moving out of the way just as one of Abel's arms crashed into the headboard of the bed, making the heavy oak groan in protest. “I can think of a lot better ways to break the bed too.”

 

“So can I. Are you getting Mom or do I have to? This can't go on.”

 

“No need to call me,” a woman's voice said from the shadows. “I'm here.”

 

“Mom!” both of them said.

 

“Thank the gods you're here,” Hunter said.

 

“I wish y'all would have called me sooner,” she said, slipping into the inflections of her living days. “Fortunately, the two of you and Star are loud when you worry.”

 

“Can you help him, Mom?” Gun asked anxiously, coming to stand near her as she ran both hands along Abel's arms, chest and stomach.

 

“I don't know yet, bebe. Give me a little bit to check what's going on inside.”

 

She methodically checked Abel. Taking her time and singing softly when she came to certain areas. Gun did not like the fact that she seemed to become more tense the longer she examined him. He had only seen that expression on her face once before and that had been nearly a thousand years ago. He hadn't liked it then and he liked it even less now.

 

She paused for a moment and rubbed her forehead. “C'est mal,” she said almost to herself. She turned to her sons. “The machines that were damaged have destroyed any healing machines in him. It's why he was flaring in and out of Crusnik form because there was an internal war and when he was startled or threatened it made it worse. After everything else was obliterated the damaged machines started killing off cells and tissue. That's why he's been getting worse instead of better. I've shut down the aggressive nanos and repaired the healers as best I can. Thank the gods there's something in his system that puts him nearly comatose when the damage to his body is extensive.”

 

“So what do we do, Mom?” Hunter asked.

 

“Everything has to be recharged and rebooted but the damage on the cellular level is what bothers me most. If everything gets rebooted and the aggressive machines are still not working properly, they will go back to causing damage. I don't think he can survive much more of that. I'll repair what I can for the moment but it will be a patch job at best. The rest will have to be done another way.”

 

“What do you need from us?” Gun asked.

 

“I want you two to get everyone together. We need a full coven, at least nine, more would be better. Get his friends to participate if you can.”

 

“We'll ask, Mom. But there's no guarantee that they'll help. These are members of the Vatican we're asking to participate in something they'll no doubt see as sacrilege.”

 

Skye looked at her sons very seriously. “If they choose to cling to dogma over saving a life, then they are not worthy to be called a friend. Alle!” she said, waving them both off.

 

They left and she sat down on the bed next to Abel. “Bebe, I know some part of you can hear me. We will do all that we can but you must have the will to fight.”