addicted to his DNA (BL3 Timothy x Jack)

fragment 5

   Timothy woke up with a stabbing headache, feeling like he was falling although he sat still. When he slowly stood up he was shaking in cold sweat... where was he? He's still in his room he's fine.. he felt his head and it was hot, he tripped towards the table and sat on a stool involuntarily. He groaned and moved his hand to pick up his water, sipping it only to drop it quick after from shaking.  He put his head in his hands,  as they wetened from his leaky eyes.
    The tv was going and he heard pretty boy starting a search party for him.  His heart raced and he trembled a bit.  He couldn't handle it anymore and he went to the kiosk, tripping and sitting next to it. He didn't want to.  He wanted to wait but he wasn't strong enough.
    Slowly he grabbed out the box of supliments And the sanitization pads. Slowly Timothy lifted up his shirt and rubbed the pad on his side where his ribs were. He picked up the half filled one he used and slowly, after he emptied the air,  he put it in his skin, took a deep breath than injected it. He hyperventilate a little, starring to actually feel the hot haze in his head.
     He grabbed a second than put it up to the skin on his side when he saw the tv turn on,  seeing pretty boy and a crowd outside the fountain.. which was just beyond the door.
     "Hey there Timothy,  ya miss seeing my face.  I can't wait to get my hands on yours.."
     Quickly Timothy injected the supliment,  shaking and starting at the door as he was about to drop the empty cartridge in the trash.
       A large crash hit and rumbled the whole casino,  "What are you doing in there-" the voice and tv cut;  moments later all the lights turned off and timothy heard screams outside. Timothy pulled out the poker chip and gripped it tightly before he ran over and grabbed his pistols. He refilled it from the Ammo kiosk before he slid down the wall next to the health kiosk.
    Timothy was scared.. he didn't feel this much fear for a long time.. he set the pistol down between his legs before he started at the door. Timothy started to stand before-
BANG
    He fell back and put his hands over his ears. His fingers trembled and he almost cried, but slowly he breathed and grabbed another supliment.. these helped him...
    This time Timothy tightened his jacket and hoodie hoodie. He was scared but he lifted his shirt up some than bit the cap of the supliment. Timothy saw a slight shine of light but he didn't focus on it, slowly he inserted the point in his side. Tears steamed his cheeks at this point but he was about to inject the liquid. He took a deep breath and..
      "Stop that right now,  Kitten." Timothy's eyes shot up to meet Jack's and jack blurred in Timothy's vision from his tears. He saw Jack start to lean down but Timothy pushed himself hard against the wall, shutting his eyes in fear... Jack was dead; this has to be some sick joke and-
   The supliment was carefully taken from Timothy and the box moved aside, "Kitten,  listen to me, it's ok... they aren't out there anymore.." it was beyond dark inside now yet Timothy could tell the other sat down in front of him.
      Timothy shook his head,  opening his eyes slowly,  expecting this to be some sort of hallucination yet Jack was still there. "You... you can't be jack he- you,  no, no no no," Jack watched as timothy put himself further into the corner that was made by the kiosk and the wall.
    Jack thought slowly, "I'm a cat guy... I've never referred to you as kiddo,  I taught you eye contact... what can I do to prove I'm me if that's really your big turn off? I mean,  I'll even talk about butt stallion if that's what you want but-" Timothy cut off Jack,  for the first time ever, he cut Jack off.
    "Explain.." Timothy starred Jack in the eyes and jack sighed,  shaking his head.
"think I could fix the lights first? "
Timothy starred at him a second before talking,  "no.. if it's light I'll listen to your looks and not your words. " He muttered the second part,  which got a soft chuckle from jack.
    "Ok, well go for a short explaination to make this a bit faster and less time wasting. The supliments with my DNA were designed to heal me based off of whoever used them, which is also why I had just so many douplegangers so that would than share some life source from all of them instead of feeding off so much from less people.. Moving forward,  that would.."the wind got knocked out of jack as timothy lunged at him to give him a hug, crushing the taller tightly, "shit, Kitten I can't breath."
    "You deserve it.." Timothy muttered,  keeping his head on Jack's shoulder as he quickly felt Jack hug him back.
    "We're gonna have a lot of talking to do and- are you still wearing the doppleganger mask?  You know you could get that off,  right?" Timothy's grip loosened momentarily before he sighed and just continued to hang on Jack.  "Alright,  guess we aren't going anywhere for right now... unless you want to get off me so I can fix the lights?" Timothy sighed before slowly letting go,  shaking like crazy as Jack stood up. He tried pulling up Timothy,  but he was too dizzy and fell against the wall, "my god,  Kitten,  did you start drinking or something? Maybe- how many supliments did you use?" Timothy thought before looking slowly at Jack
     He could sort of read what jack wanted him to say but he didn't think he  buy it.  "Not... not a lot?" Jack sighed and grabbed Timothy's hand,  leading him down calmly over to the matress.
   Jack sat with Timothy, setting him against a pillow stack and calmly sitting next to him, looking around a bit, "I know I said I wouldn't leave, but I've gotta get to the core to fix the lights... and I'm pretty sure you can't walk." Jack felt Timothy fall slowly against his shoulder and he raised his eyebrow, looking over and seeing Timothy now passed out on him.
   Jack shook his head and layed him down propperly, putting the blanket that was there over him, only to feel how cold and soaked Timothy's clothes were. "The Fuck, Kitten?" Jack groaned as he now tried to get Timothy to let him get the jackets off him.
    Timothy opened his eyes slightly then just flopped onto jack, making the original groan in slight annoyance. "Sunshine, if you don't get the fuck up I'm going to tear the clothes off you instead." Jack warned in his usual dick-ish tone.
    Timothy shrugged and looked up at Jack with his chin on Jack's chest, "your jacket anyway,  pretty face. You rip it, your money gone." Jack stopped in his tracks... did Timothy just try to flirt with him?  The supliments. Shit.
     "Ok, pumpkin, no more supliments. I can't deal with myself all the time now take off these soaking wet clothes." Jack lifted them both up easily, setting Timothy securely in front of him before removing the jackets.
     Timothy let jack, rolling his eyes before they widened and quickly grabbed the jacket, searching the pockets quickly. He had to fins the chip, he couldn't loose it, that's all he had left of-
    "Timothy..Tim listen to me, come on,, Kitten!" The whole time Jack tried to get Timothy's attention,  Timothy kept searching until jack grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him upward, shaking his head. "Calm down. Let me get the hyperion sweater off you and I'll give you the jacket I'm wearing but you have to stop rummaging in panic. What are you even looking for?" Jack asked as he looked Timothy in the eyes who now avoided his at all cost.
   Timothy swallowed, shaking slightly once again, which he blamed the supliments for. "The... the pokerchip, I had it in my pocket and.. and it's all I had left I can't loose it.." Jack glance down and slowly reached down to the floor, picking up the dotted poker chip.
     at the top of the chip, it read,  'hey baby, I'll show you VIP' which made Jack smile slowly,  looking back at timothy. "Come here, Tims.." Jack guided Timothy closer to him and gently put the poker chip in his hand before jack pulled Timothy into a hug, "I'm here now... you aren't gonna loose me again, Kitten. Now I'd hug you longer; but you are very soggy..  so we're gonna get this off and you layered 3 soaking wet tops." Jack sighed,  taking off Timothy's shirt as well,  only to see his irritated as all hell side.
   Jack's teeth grit together before he pulled Timothy over to attempt to inspect it.. shit,  right,  the lights. Jack sighed and pulled off his own jacket, pulling off the sweater he he'd under it than layered the clothing on Timothy. Timothy yawned slightly as Jack did all this before speaking,  "do you.. have to leave to fix the lights?" Jack sighed and looked at timothy.
    "unless you have immediate access to the core,  than yes,  I do have to leave to fix the lights." Timothy looked over at the stairs in the corner and slowly started to stand, but jack grabbed him, "tell me what you're trying to do and I will do it for you,  you can't be running around while you're still do drowsy... seriously, how many supliments have you taken,  I mean,  there's still at least a few other doppplegangers I healed from, right? "
       Timothy ignored Jack's question,  "if you go down the stairs over there the ... the door leads to the um the escape area of the core.." Timothy pointed over to the stairs and jack gave a slow nod, standing up, "thanks Kitten, it's best you know I'm going to figure things out tho, you can't exactly leave me in the dark.. I'm going to fix the lights after all.  So;  sleep while I get this done,  shouldn't take me any more than 15 minutes," Jack patted Timothy's shoulder before he left and timothy just layed down again, the poker chip still clutched in his hand.. he had to be going crazy.

-some time ago-

   Timothy gripped the ropes tied to his wrists behind him as he was being forced to look out over the casino. Who stood behind him was the guy before Pretty boy. He was much taller; only about Timothy's hight tho, yet he wasn't quite as smart as most people would be if they ran a casino. He didn't as much run as he did trip and fall tho.
   Timothy tried to turn but the guy's lackie had Tim held in place, "What do you want from me.. God I hate heights.." Timothy was trying to down talk them like he knew how to, but it was a little hard when you were an acrophoby. The guy shoved him closer to of the ledge each time he uttered a word, so Timothy wasn't getting out easy, he'd already been there for 2 days and he could barely get these guys to the point.
     "You know what we want!" The guy yelled at timothy,  making him grip the rope harder. To be truthful he wasn't to sure what the guy wanted, "you faked your death to hide your money, and then you used your mask and hand to hang around, and we want out!" Oh lord.. this was a tough one.
    "At the same time.. Jack, if that is your real name, we know how to tell if you're him anyway." Timothy tried to get out of the dudes hold, only to back up when he got shoved near the edge.
     "I'm not... I'm not jack..." Timothy decided honesty might help him somehow, but the captain dick-face only laughed.
     The lack-job who held Timothy's wrists dragged him over to CDF who smiled at timothy, who tried to stand his ground a bit. "Listen here jack, we already know your game. We know you Try the inverse reverse clever beverage psycho lucy," Timothy held back laughter as this bandit wannabe made him realize exactly why jack hated them. It's as simple as 'mind games' or saying 'psychology' but no. They're extra... not like jack tho,  in a bad... worse way. "We're gonna... run some tests to see if youre really jack."
    Timothy sighed with relief when he was brought away from the edge. He's been there for hours.. he was brought into a VIP room that had been refurbished he guessed, it had a few surgery tables, a scanner(?) And some cabinets. The mane attraction was the chair in the center which he was brought to and got to sit on. Finally, sitting was great- and there was a rope around his stomach,  great.
     He didn't remember much after until tubes were hooked to his arms and his head had a large metal tie around him, "Let... me go..." Timothy quietness but more blood was taken from his arm.
   "His dna is a match sir, only 1 more test. " CDF walked over with a smirk and slowly put the tips of his fingers under the rim of the jack mask. Tims eyes filled of tears and he quickly shot back in his chair,  fear holding him. The mask went a odd holographic transparent and immediately the guy was livid. 
    "Who are you?  What the fuck! " he was livid.. God no,  no no no,  Tim breathed heavily and tried to back up more in the chair but the guy grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slowly breathed,  "it's fine, we'll just... make you jack. Yeah, you have matching fingerprints,  mask,  dna,  we just gotta fix your face. " He let go of Timothy and poor Tim went wide eyed.
   What did they want to do? Surgery?  Sone sort of clay shaping? Timothy watched them talk and slowly felt the rope between his finders, he realized he could reach the not and immediately started undoing it. When they walked over they brought over the scanner thing and all Tim could hope was that it would be painless.
    Just as he thought this, he watched as the symbol that the eridian artifact was shaped as slowly appeared. Timothy tried to until the rope as fast as he could, but it wasn't fast enough, he leaned back in the chair but Captain Dick Face grabbed Timothy by his hair while lifting up the graph that was what he thought was a scanner. Timothy's hands shook but he could do this,  just a bit more rope.
     He smiled when he felt the rope part... he could do his wrists quickly and..
      Clizzzzz
   Timothy's face hit against the machine and he screamed,  a blood curling scream that held fear and sadness. It got held there for about 15 seconds but he finally got untangled. Timothy ran a son as he could out of the vip room but he was fastly tackled into a table.
    "Not so hasty there,  Jackie." Timothy scowled and tried not to focus on how much his salty tears hurt his face all the more. The CDF wasn't able to contain Timothy for long but they wrestled to next to the edge.  Timothy panicked and looked as scared as a puppy when a lacky shoved him off... to bad he was holding onto CPF.
     Captain Dick Face twisted them to have Timothy in front of him than...

(Also didn't edit this but I posted two parts for my other book I'll post 2 for this one as well. I'm nice sometimes, losers/lh)