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PATD/MCR/FOB - Constants 5/8 - PG-13 - Ryan/Bob, Pete/Patrick
More Psychics!
Read part 1, part 2, part 3 & part 4 first.
Summary: Psychics were few and far between. For every one there was at least 150 trained Constants (that wasn’t counting the untrained Constants that could sometimes sneak in and lure a Psychic away).
TITLE: Constants
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Pete/Patrick, Gerard/Frank, Ryan/Bob, Mikey/Brendon
AUTHOR: Melanie
SUMMARY: Psychics were few and far between. For every one there was at least 150 trained Constants (that wasn’t counting the untrained Constants that could sometimes sneak in and lure a Psychic away).
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of these boys and I’m pretty sure that this has never happened.
Constants 5/8
They kept them secluded, assigned a guard to them.
Bob still didn’t feel safe, didn’t feel comfortable letting Ryan out of his reach.
He missed the morning meetings to sit with Ryan and William; he missed the afternoon ones because he and Ryan would curl up and nap for a few hours.
Patrick filled him and Frank in on the morning ones and he filled Patrick in on the evening ones and Frank filled them both in on the afternoon ones.
Patrick and Frank felt much like he did.
Mikey hadn’t yet taken up William-sitting, as Pete was calling the task. He and Brendon were still ‘bonding’, still getting to know each other.
Bob figured that ‘bonding’ was really a pseudonym for having a lot of sex when Pete kept smirking when he said it and Gerard would look over at Frank and blush and Ryan wouldn’t look him in the eye.
He wondered if he and Ryan were the only pair not having sex currently.
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Jon Walker cornered Ryan one morning, twelve days after his group had descended upon the Mid-West Institute.
Bob knew this because he could feel Ryan’s shock and his fear when it happened; the 97 seconds that it had taken to get to them had been too long.
He’d promised Ryan that no one would hurt him again, that he wouldn’t have to be afraid again. He was still waiting for Ryan to call him a liar, he had a defense all worked out on his behalf.
Ryan only got scared or hurt when he wasn’t with Bob, thus he should never go anywhere unless Bob was with him.
Bob was even prepared to buy the handcuffs himself if it came to it.
“We just want to know what we’ve done that…” Jon was saying when he came in.
Jon had his back to him, to the door. It was a pretty stupid move for someone who might be there to harm them.
He probably didn’t even realize that Ryan was terrified of him, probably thought that Ryan was just staring at him and that there was nothing wrong.
“Why are you shielding against us?” Ryan asked softly, Jon wouldn’t be able to tell but Ryan relaxed slightly when his eyes met Bob’s over Jon’s shoulder.
“Shielding?” Jon asked, his voice was carefully blank. Too carefully blank to be valid confusion.
“You and Saporta and one of the kids are shielding against them,” Bob said. The psychics had pushed as much as they felt comfortable pushing, they hadn’t managed to get any information that would be useful and the other kids that had come in with them, that weren’t shielding, apparently didn’t know anything.
He crossed his arms over his chest and stood in front of the doorway. Jon wasn’t going anywhere until they got some answers.
“Alex?” Jon asked, he didn’t deny that they were shielding. He didn’t deny anything. He didn’t even move to make sure that he had both of them in his line of sight.
“Alex?” Ryan asked.
“DeLeon, the kid,” Jon said.
Ryan nodded once and then peered at Jon, eyes narrowing. Bob could feel him pushing against the walls of Jon’s mind and realized suddenly that Ryan was reading him; that Jon had taken his shields down completely and had allowed Ryan open access to his mind.
He still didn’t like Ryan being in anyone’s mind but his.
“We did what we had to,” Jon said. “I didn’t agree with it, I still don't agree with it, because he’s pretty defenseless right now, we tried to think of another way but... it was the only way of getting him somewhere safe.”
“You were protecting him,” Ryan said, he was staring at Jon and Bob knew that he would be sifting through Jon’s mind. Looking for those things that would prove that these guys that they’d invited in were a threat, or that they were harmless and just looking to be safe like everyone else that had come to them.
“What’s so important about this kid?” Bob asked.
Bob found it hard to believe that the kid in question was even a Constant in waiting, there was none of the buzz of energy like he got from the others; originally he’d thought it was a by-product of the shields but he could still sort of feel Gabe so he’d dismissed that fairly early on.
None of them had been able to explain it.
“What did you give him?” Ryan asked. They watched Jon drag a hand through his hair, Bob felt Gabe come up behind him and shifted to allow him to enter the room but didn’t move away from the door.
He didn’t think they were still a threat, Ryan didn’t think they were a threat, but at this point it was better to be safe then sorry.
“We didn't give him anything," Gabe said. Ryan looked at him with narrowed eyes. "We didn't, it was his idea, he stuck the fucking needle in his own arm."
"Dievelin-47,” Jon whispered.
The name of the drug sounded familiar, from the way that Ryan jerked violently he knew exactly what the drug was.
“Why? Why would…”
“Ryan?” Bob left his position at the door at the distress in Ryan’s voice, at the sadness and confusion and anger visible on Ryan’s face. He went to him, offered his hand and didn’t wince when Ryan clutched it tightly.
“Don't you know what that does?” Ryan asked, his voice was shocked, distraught.
“There wasn't any other way, that was what he kept telling us. They would have killed him if they knew. It was the only way that we could get him somewhere safe, he was the only one that we had left and Jon and I were told to protect him at all costs and we did that,” Gabe said, his voice calm and even. “I didn't like it, but it was his choice, it was his idea, his decision.”
“Ryan?” Bob said again, he pulled Ryan into his side. Ryan turned his face into Bob’s shoulder.
“Dievelin-47,” Ryan said, his voice muffled by Bob’s uniform.
“Okay," Bob didn't quite get it, he was sure that Ryan would explain eventually.
“My father gave me Dievelin-47 when he took me from the Vegas Institute, Pete said they still found traces of it in my blood when he found me and brought me here.”
Bob stiffened in realization, the name of the drug made sense now, what it was used for…
“He’s a psychic, you're hiding a psychic,” he stated.
Jon nodded, Gabe just looked at him, Bob stared back.
“We were hiding a psychic from psychics that were trying to do him harm. Tell me we were in the wrong.”
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Alex DeLeon liked to be called Singer, and he was scared Gabe told them as he led them to the room that the three of them were sharing.
Bob wondered at the nickname and figured that at some point they would be trusted and they would learn all about it.
Right now they were the enemy, even though they’d given them shelter and supposed security, the fact that they wouldn’t accept their help when it had been offered, the fact that they’d been relegated to rooms with guards posted at the doors upon entering the Mid-West Institute, Alex probably though that they weren’t safe here either.
Was probably waiting to have to flee in the middle of the night, was waiting for that inevitable moment where he’d have to have another shot that would dampen every psychic ability that he possessed.
Even with Jon and Gabe standing there with them he shrunk back in his bed when Ryan and Bob entered the room.
None of the other Constants in training had been in the room when they entered, Bob was pretty sure that none of them had known about Alex.
They’d probably all thought he’d been in a different Constant training group then them.
Gabe closed the door and Alex looked like he was going to try and burrow through the wall to get away from them. Ryan was emanating calmness and serenity and he wasn’t projecting any of it at Bob but Bob was feeling the remnants of it and was feeling pretty calm and relaxed.
He’d say something but he didn’t want to interrupt.
It took him a second to realize that Ryan was whispering something as he slowly approached the bed; that Alex wasn’t shrinking away from him anymore but was instead biting his lip and trying his hardest to not look terrified.
He was only sort of succeeding. Ryan would be depressed about it later; he hated scaring people, hated people being scared of him. Bob made a mental note to make sure there was ice cream in the freezer when they got back to their room.
“It’s okay,” Ryan said as he sat on the bed beside him, he was close enough that Alex could touch him if he chose. Instead they sat there, mirror images in their posture and demeanor.
Hands folded in their laps, shoulders hunched over. Heads down.
“You can’t feel me… can you,” Ryan said softly. Alex shook his head.
“It was just the one shot?” Ryan asked, looking up at Gabe and Jon for confirmation. They both nodded. Jon leaned against the wall.
“How long ago?”
“It was the only way, I told them it was okay,” Alex interjected. He sounded miserable.
“One shot will stay in your bloodstream for about three months; it’ll start breaking down so you’ll be able to at least sense people after about two.”
Jon made a sound, Bob didn’t think it was possible but Alex hunched in on himself more.
“It was about two weeks ago,” Gabe said, he reached out and squeezed Jon’s arm.
“We should have found a different way,” Jon mumbled, he leaned against the wall and covered his face with his hands.
“That’s the worst part,” Alex whispered, Ryan reached over and laid a hand over the ones that Alex had linked together in his lap.
“I keep trying and trying and pushing and there’s just… there’s no one there. I’m alone.”
Ryan shook his head.
“No matter what you think, what all your senses are screaming at you, you are far from alone.”
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Bob dismissed the guard and while Ryan took Alex to the Infirmary to be checked over, to see if there was anything to be done about possibly getting the drugs in his system out sooner rather then later, Bob took Jon and Gabe to see Brian.
Spencer was sitting at Brian’s desk and he looked up, eyes flickering over Bob’s face, eyes narrowing on Jon and Gabe for a brief moment before he stood and ushered them into Director Herbitzer’s office.
It could probably be considered Brian’s office now. They were weeks after the attack and the Director had not come out of his seclusion, instead was letting Brian deal with the day to day running of the Institute.
Bob wondered if the Director was actually dead and Brian was hiding the fact from them to keep them all from panicking.
Then decided that was a stupid thought, because the psychics would have figured it out pretty early on and Ryan hadn’t said anything. Ryan smiled wanly in his head at him.
Brian looked up from behind the big desk, half-buried behind piles of papers and folders and he looked pleased at the distraction until he saw Gabe and Jon behind him.
He leaned back in the chair and motioned for Spencer to close the door.
“Have a seat,” he said. Bob let Gabe and Jon take the two chairs directly in front of the desk, he sat in the one by the door and Spencer sat in the chair at the corner of Brian’s desk.
He’d pulled a notebook and pen from somewhere and Bob wondered if Spencer kept supplies on Brian’s desk just in case he had to take notes.
“Ryan’s taken Alex DeLeon to the Infirmary,” Bob said.
“Alex DeLeon,” Brian frowned, brow furrowing as he thought. Probably trying to figure out who Alex was and why he should be concerned about Ryan taking him to the Infirmary. “He’s one of the Constants in training from your group, right?” he directed at Jon and Gabe.
Jon nodded and leaned forward.
Gabe relaxed back in his chair.
“He’s the one surviving psychic from the Newark Institute,” Gabe said. Jon’s shoulders hunched over like he was expecting a blow.
Brian looked at each one of them, then over at Bob. It took him less time then it took Bob to figure out what was going and why Ryan had taken a personal interest in Alex.
“Dievelin-47?” he asked. Gabe nodded and he sighed. “About how long ago?”
“Two weeks,” Jon said softly.
“He agreed to it, says he was the one that actually suggested it as an option,” Bob said.
“He’ll have to go through the stages of it unfortunately, the only reason Ryan managed to push it off so quickly is because fear is a powerful motivator.”
Bob nodded, he’d expected as much.
“They had psychics,” Gabe said. “We were attacked by psychics and normals and we had two other psychics that survived the attack on the Institute but got killed when we were trying to get here.”
Bob sat up straight, behind the desk he saw Brian do the same.
“You were trying to get here? Why not try to get to the nearest Institute, there was at least one that was closer then we are.”
“Before the shot, when he was still…” Jon said softly, he didn’t look up from where he was staring intently at his feet. “He said that the Teleson Institute was compromised, told us that we had to come here, that this was the safest place for us. He told us that the Mid-West Institute was one of two that had not been infiltrated.”
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Read part 1, part 2, part 3 & part 4 first.
Summary: Psychics were few and far between. For every one there was at least 150 trained Constants (that wasn’t counting the untrained Constants that could sometimes sneak in and lure a Psychic away).
TITLE: Constants
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Pete/Patrick, Gerard/Frank, Ryan/Bob, Mikey/Brendon
AUTHOR: Melanie
SUMMARY: Psychics were few and far between. For every one there was at least 150 trained Constants (that wasn’t counting the untrained Constants that could sometimes sneak in and lure a Psychic away).
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of these boys and I’m pretty sure that this has never happened.
Constants 5/8
They kept them secluded, assigned a guard to them.
Bob still didn’t feel safe, didn’t feel comfortable letting Ryan out of his reach.
He missed the morning meetings to sit with Ryan and William; he missed the afternoon ones because he and Ryan would curl up and nap for a few hours.
Patrick filled him and Frank in on the morning ones and he filled Patrick in on the evening ones and Frank filled them both in on the afternoon ones.
Patrick and Frank felt much like he did.
Mikey hadn’t yet taken up William-sitting, as Pete was calling the task. He and Brendon were still ‘bonding’, still getting to know each other.
Bob figured that ‘bonding’ was really a pseudonym for having a lot of sex when Pete kept smirking when he said it and Gerard would look over at Frank and blush and Ryan wouldn’t look him in the eye.
He wondered if he and Ryan were the only pair not having sex currently.
Jon Walker cornered Ryan one morning, twelve days after his group had descended upon the Mid-West Institute.
Bob knew this because he could feel Ryan’s shock and his fear when it happened; the 97 seconds that it had taken to get to them had been too long.
He’d promised Ryan that no one would hurt him again, that he wouldn’t have to be afraid again. He was still waiting for Ryan to call him a liar, he had a defense all worked out on his behalf.
Ryan only got scared or hurt when he wasn’t with Bob, thus he should never go anywhere unless Bob was with him.
Bob was even prepared to buy the handcuffs himself if it came to it.
“We just want to know what we’ve done that…” Jon was saying when he came in.
Jon had his back to him, to the door. It was a pretty stupid move for someone who might be there to harm them.
He probably didn’t even realize that Ryan was terrified of him, probably thought that Ryan was just staring at him and that there was nothing wrong.
“Why are you shielding against us?” Ryan asked softly, Jon wouldn’t be able to tell but Ryan relaxed slightly when his eyes met Bob’s over Jon’s shoulder.
“Shielding?” Jon asked, his voice was carefully blank. Too carefully blank to be valid confusion.
“You and Saporta and one of the kids are shielding against them,” Bob said. The psychics had pushed as much as they felt comfortable pushing, they hadn’t managed to get any information that would be useful and the other kids that had come in with them, that weren’t shielding, apparently didn’t know anything.
He crossed his arms over his chest and stood in front of the doorway. Jon wasn’t going anywhere until they got some answers.
“Alex?” Jon asked, he didn’t deny that they were shielding. He didn’t deny anything. He didn’t even move to make sure that he had both of them in his line of sight.
“Alex?” Ryan asked.
“DeLeon, the kid,” Jon said.
Ryan nodded once and then peered at Jon, eyes narrowing. Bob could feel him pushing against the walls of Jon’s mind and realized suddenly that Ryan was reading him; that Jon had taken his shields down completely and had allowed Ryan open access to his mind.
He still didn’t like Ryan being in anyone’s mind but his.
“We did what we had to,” Jon said. “I didn’t agree with it, I still don't agree with it, because he’s pretty defenseless right now, we tried to think of another way but... it was the only way of getting him somewhere safe.”
“You were protecting him,” Ryan said, he was staring at Jon and Bob knew that he would be sifting through Jon’s mind. Looking for those things that would prove that these guys that they’d invited in were a threat, or that they were harmless and just looking to be safe like everyone else that had come to them.
“What’s so important about this kid?” Bob asked.
Bob found it hard to believe that the kid in question was even a Constant in waiting, there was none of the buzz of energy like he got from the others; originally he’d thought it was a by-product of the shields but he could still sort of feel Gabe so he’d dismissed that fairly early on.
None of them had been able to explain it.
“What did you give him?” Ryan asked. They watched Jon drag a hand through his hair, Bob felt Gabe come up behind him and shifted to allow him to enter the room but didn’t move away from the door.
He didn’t think they were still a threat, Ryan didn’t think they were a threat, but at this point it was better to be safe then sorry.
“We didn't give him anything," Gabe said. Ryan looked at him with narrowed eyes. "We didn't, it was his idea, he stuck the fucking needle in his own arm."
"Dievelin-47,” Jon whispered.
The name of the drug sounded familiar, from the way that Ryan jerked violently he knew exactly what the drug was.
“Why? Why would…”
“Ryan?” Bob left his position at the door at the distress in Ryan’s voice, at the sadness and confusion and anger visible on Ryan’s face. He went to him, offered his hand and didn’t wince when Ryan clutched it tightly.
“Don't you know what that does?” Ryan asked, his voice was shocked, distraught.
“There wasn't any other way, that was what he kept telling us. They would have killed him if they knew. It was the only way that we could get him somewhere safe, he was the only one that we had left and Jon and I were told to protect him at all costs and we did that,” Gabe said, his voice calm and even. “I didn't like it, but it was his choice, it was his idea, his decision.”
“Ryan?” Bob said again, he pulled Ryan into his side. Ryan turned his face into Bob’s shoulder.
“Dievelin-47,” Ryan said, his voice muffled by Bob’s uniform.
“Okay," Bob didn't quite get it, he was sure that Ryan would explain eventually.
“My father gave me Dievelin-47 when he took me from the Vegas Institute, Pete said they still found traces of it in my blood when he found me and brought me here.”
Bob stiffened in realization, the name of the drug made sense now, what it was used for…
“He’s a psychic, you're hiding a psychic,” he stated.
Jon nodded, Gabe just looked at him, Bob stared back.
“We were hiding a psychic from psychics that were trying to do him harm. Tell me we were in the wrong.”
Alex DeLeon liked to be called Singer, and he was scared Gabe told them as he led them to the room that the three of them were sharing.
Bob wondered at the nickname and figured that at some point they would be trusted and they would learn all about it.
Right now they were the enemy, even though they’d given them shelter and supposed security, the fact that they wouldn’t accept their help when it had been offered, the fact that they’d been relegated to rooms with guards posted at the doors upon entering the Mid-West Institute, Alex probably though that they weren’t safe here either.
Was probably waiting to have to flee in the middle of the night, was waiting for that inevitable moment where he’d have to have another shot that would dampen every psychic ability that he possessed.
Even with Jon and Gabe standing there with them he shrunk back in his bed when Ryan and Bob entered the room.
None of the other Constants in training had been in the room when they entered, Bob was pretty sure that none of them had known about Alex.
They’d probably all thought he’d been in a different Constant training group then them.
Gabe closed the door and Alex looked like he was going to try and burrow through the wall to get away from them. Ryan was emanating calmness and serenity and he wasn’t projecting any of it at Bob but Bob was feeling the remnants of it and was feeling pretty calm and relaxed.
He’d say something but he didn’t want to interrupt.
It took him a second to realize that Ryan was whispering something as he slowly approached the bed; that Alex wasn’t shrinking away from him anymore but was instead biting his lip and trying his hardest to not look terrified.
He was only sort of succeeding. Ryan would be depressed about it later; he hated scaring people, hated people being scared of him. Bob made a mental note to make sure there was ice cream in the freezer when they got back to their room.
“It’s okay,” Ryan said as he sat on the bed beside him, he was close enough that Alex could touch him if he chose. Instead they sat there, mirror images in their posture and demeanor.
Hands folded in their laps, shoulders hunched over. Heads down.
“You can’t feel me… can you,” Ryan said softly. Alex shook his head.
“It was just the one shot?” Ryan asked, looking up at Gabe and Jon for confirmation. They both nodded. Jon leaned against the wall.
“How long ago?”
“It was the only way, I told them it was okay,” Alex interjected. He sounded miserable.
“One shot will stay in your bloodstream for about three months; it’ll start breaking down so you’ll be able to at least sense people after about two.”
Jon made a sound, Bob didn’t think it was possible but Alex hunched in on himself more.
“It was about two weeks ago,” Gabe said, he reached out and squeezed Jon’s arm.
“We should have found a different way,” Jon mumbled, he leaned against the wall and covered his face with his hands.
“That’s the worst part,” Alex whispered, Ryan reached over and laid a hand over the ones that Alex had linked together in his lap.
“I keep trying and trying and pushing and there’s just… there’s no one there. I’m alone.”
Ryan shook his head.
“No matter what you think, what all your senses are screaming at you, you are far from alone.”
Bob dismissed the guard and while Ryan took Alex to the Infirmary to be checked over, to see if there was anything to be done about possibly getting the drugs in his system out sooner rather then later, Bob took Jon and Gabe to see Brian.
Spencer was sitting at Brian’s desk and he looked up, eyes flickering over Bob’s face, eyes narrowing on Jon and Gabe for a brief moment before he stood and ushered them into Director Herbitzer’s office.
It could probably be considered Brian’s office now. They were weeks after the attack and the Director had not come out of his seclusion, instead was letting Brian deal with the day to day running of the Institute.
Bob wondered if the Director was actually dead and Brian was hiding the fact from them to keep them all from panicking.
Then decided that was a stupid thought, because the psychics would have figured it out pretty early on and Ryan hadn’t said anything. Ryan smiled wanly in his head at him.
Brian looked up from behind the big desk, half-buried behind piles of papers and folders and he looked pleased at the distraction until he saw Gabe and Jon behind him.
He leaned back in the chair and motioned for Spencer to close the door.
“Have a seat,” he said. Bob let Gabe and Jon take the two chairs directly in front of the desk, he sat in the one by the door and Spencer sat in the chair at the corner of Brian’s desk.
He’d pulled a notebook and pen from somewhere and Bob wondered if Spencer kept supplies on Brian’s desk just in case he had to take notes.
“Ryan’s taken Alex DeLeon to the Infirmary,” Bob said.
“Alex DeLeon,” Brian frowned, brow furrowing as he thought. Probably trying to figure out who Alex was and why he should be concerned about Ryan taking him to the Infirmary. “He’s one of the Constants in training from your group, right?” he directed at Jon and Gabe.
Jon nodded and leaned forward.
Gabe relaxed back in his chair.
“He’s the one surviving psychic from the Newark Institute,” Gabe said. Jon’s shoulders hunched over like he was expecting a blow.
Brian looked at each one of them, then over at Bob. It took him less time then it took Bob to figure out what was going and why Ryan had taken a personal interest in Alex.
“Dievelin-47?” he asked. Gabe nodded and he sighed. “About how long ago?”
“Two weeks,” Jon said softly.
“He agreed to it, says he was the one that actually suggested it as an option,” Bob said.
“He’ll have to go through the stages of it unfortunately, the only reason Ryan managed to push it off so quickly is because fear is a powerful motivator.”
Bob nodded, he’d expected as much.
“They had psychics,” Gabe said. “We were attacked by psychics and normals and we had two other psychics that survived the attack on the Institute but got killed when we were trying to get here.”
Bob sat up straight, behind the desk he saw Brian do the same.
“You were trying to get here? Why not try to get to the nearest Institute, there was at least one that was closer then we are.”
“Before the shot, when he was still…” Jon said softly, he didn’t look up from where he was staring intently at his feet. “He said that the Teleson Institute was compromised, told us that we had to come here, that this was the safest place for us. He told us that the Mid-West Institute was one of two that had not been infiltrated.”