Clash of Worlds

Chapter 9-Team Crafted

Jason staggered down the stairs and into the kitchen. Fumbling slightly, he managed to make himself a bowl of cereal. He picked it up and turned around, only to nearly drop it.

Ian leaned against the counter, chuckling.

"Dude!" Jason yelled. Ian held up his hands in defense. "Couldn't help myself. You didn't hear me come in."

Grinning, Ian pushed past Jason and made himself a bowl. Jason snorted and started walking outside to the patio, where he could see several of the other guys lounging around with their breakfast. He grinned as he plopped down in his seat. Ty leaned over and stole a piece of his cereal.

"Wakey wakey, Jason. How's the hangover?" Ty sang.

Jason laughed. "Probably not as bad as yours."

Quentin snorted. "You both got lucky. I got a killer headache."

"Oh yeah?" Ryan challenged. "Didn't hear you puking it up all night."

Ian, who had just walked out, whapped Ryan on the head with his spoon.

"TMI, Ryan. Go soak in your own misery somewhere else while we're all eating breakfast, would you?"

Ryan grumbled something and took an angry bite of his toast. Mitch imitated his angry bite on a banana, causing Jerome to snort.

"Speaking of all of us eating breakfast, anyone heard from Adam?" Quentin asked. They all shook their heads.

"He's normally up by now, no matter how late he stays up." Jason said.

"Yeah, he didn't even record with Bryce, remember?" Ty said.

Mitch frowned. "You think he's sick? Maybe he did have a seizure last night."

Jerome shrugged. "Call Alesa. She knows how to deal with him."

Ty shook his head. "No good. I tried last night after he passed out. Alesa's going to New York for two weeks. She flying right now."

Ryan groaned. "Course. Well, who wants to make sure Adam's not dead?"

In the end, it was decided that Ian got the job of making sure Adam hadn't had another seizure. Grumbling about his luck, he slowly made his way upstairs. Knocking quietly on the door, he called, "Dude, you alright?"

When there was no reply, he gently pushed open the door. He could just make out Adams form sprawled out on his bed and really, really hoped that he was just asleep. He shook his shoulder and cursed when there was no reply.

"Adam!" He called. There was a grunt and he let out a sigh of relief. The sigh was sucked in and Ian snatched his hand back. Heat poured off Adam in waves, and his skin felt burning to the touch. Ian cursed again.

"Adam, dude, wake up. You're burning up. Come on, you must dying."

Adam grunted again before curling up slightly. "Cold." He muttered. Ian rolled his eyes.

"Course you're cold, you have a fever."

A hazel eye opened and peered blankly at Ian. Then it closed.

"Do not." He muttered.

Ian sighed. "You do. Now, please. just get up and take something, would you?"

The eye opened again and Adam sighed. Shoving himself off the bed, he stumbled over to the bathroom. Figuring his work was done, Ian closed the door and walked back to the guys. As he sat down, he was bombarded with questions.

"He still asleep?"

"Is Adam alright?"

"Where is he?"

Ian sighed. "He's got a heck of a fever. I think he's sleeping again."

Mitch whistled. "He must be sick. Adam never sleeps past noon."

Ian glanced at his watch, surprised to see that it was already one o'clock.

Ty nodded. "Sucks. Well, Ryan, Jerome, we still on for hunger games?"

Ryan and Jerome nodded and joined Ty inside. After they left, Mitch stretched. "I'm gonna find someone to record with. Anybody up?"

Ian muttered something in agreement and the two walked inside.

Jason and Quentin looked at each other. Then Jason shrugged. "Mini-game?"

Quentin nodded. "Sure. I've got to record with Jordan at three though."

Jason shrugged. "Whatever. I've got editing to do if you don't feel like it."

"Eh, whatever." Quentin said. Jason slowly stood up and stretched, then walked inside. As he was putting his bowl back, he heard the others starting their intros and a scream. He hoped Adam could sleep with all the noise.

As he was starting up the stairs, the doorbells rang.

Was anybody coming over today? It couldn't be mail, they had all mail go to their PO boxes.

Frowning, Jason inched open the door. Three men stood there, all dressed in suits, ties, and a..... trench coat?

Jason bit his lip. "Um, can I help you?"

The taller one with long brown hair nodded. "Yes, does an Adam Dahlberg live here? We need to speak with him."

Jason bit his lip harder and was rewarded with the taste of blood.

"Sorry, He's not available at the moment. Come back tomorrow, maybe." Jason said, and attempted to close the door. He didn't know what it was, but something about these guys were really freaking him out.

The shorter one with short, blind hair stopped the door from closing with his foot.

"What're you doing?" Jason growled.

"Look, we just need to talk to your friend for a few minutes. It won't take long." He said. Jason shook his head. Adam probably couldn't wake up, much less hold a conversation.

"I told you, he's not available. Now please, leave." Jason said, trying to keep his voice free from all emotion. Upstairs, there was a scream and Jason swore as all the men's eyes darted up the staircase.

"That's-that's normal." He stuttered.

"Normal?" The short one asked. "Really?"

Jason nodded. "Yes. Now, go away."

He heard the sound of a door opening and almost cheered with relief as he heard someone walking down the stairs. "Jason? Who's this?" Quentin asked.

Jason shot a look at the men. "I don't know. They haven't introduced themselves."

The man with the long hair pulled out a small book and flipped it open. The blond hair and black haired men did the same. "Forgive us. I'm Agent Perry, and these are my partners Agent Tyler and Agent Young."

Jason and Quentin stared at the FBI badges for a moment before they put them away. Then Jason looked up at the men. "What the hell does the FBI want with Adam?"

Quentin gasped. "You're after Adam?"

The black haired one slipped his badge back into his trench coat. "That's for us and Adam to know. Now, may we speak to him?"

Quentin shook his head. "Sorry, but Adam's sick."