Escape- A Mullaurette Fanfiction

"...we have a problem"

A/N: Sorry for the wait. And sorry about any grammatical errors in the French. I hope you enjoy.

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Lafayette's POV

Often times, a friend's problems were also the problems of Lafayette's. It was almost if he himself felt them.

A person that viewed Lafayette from afar would see him as a normal, very good looking, person. A friend of his would know that behind his good looks he was a very kind being that cared more about others than himself.

Lafayette had always seemed drawn to people in need, had felt as if their pain and sorrow and problems were his own as well.

He was an empath.

With empathy, came hardship.

But he had his friends. That always helped.

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"Hercules, nous avons un énorme problème," Lafayette spoke quickly into the phone. "Et je ne sais pas quoi faire." (Hercules, we have a huge problem. And I don't know what to do)

"Woah, woah, woah. Slow down, Laf," Hercules said from the other line. "First of all, you're talking too fast. And second of all, I don't speak French."

"My apologies," he said. "But... we have a problem. It's John. He locked himself in the bathroom after getting angry at me and.... and he won't come out. He said he isn't ok."

"He told you he wasn't ok?"

"Oui," Lafayette said. "He told me."

Hercules stayed quiet on the other line for so long, Lafayette assumed he had hung up. Until he spoke, "Well, at least he told you."

"How does that help? I don't know what he's doing in there! I've never seen him act like this, Hercules..."

"Hey, it's ok, Laf.... just calm down." Hercules said gently. "We'll figure this out."

Lafayette relaxed, yet his eyes filled with tears. "W-what should I do? qu'est-ce qu'on va faire, mon ami?" (What are we going to do, my friend?)

"Just.... try talking to him, ok? I'm already leaving the shop and am on my way." There was the sound of rustling and a bell, before there was a click. "I'm calling a cab."

Lafayette nodded, wiping a tear off his cheek. "A-alright. Call me when you arrive." He hung up, going to the bathrion door and knocking gently. "John? Are you alright, mon ami?"

No answer.

Lafayette knocked again. "John? Jackie? Please open up... please answer." He heard a sob. "John?" He tried the door knob. Locked.

"G-g-go a-a-awa-a-ay..." John sobbed from behind the door. "G-go awa-a-a-ay... I-I want to b-b-b-be alone..."

"I am not leaving you alone," he replied gently, sitting by the door. "You are upset."

"N-no shit," John hiccuped.

"Just keep talking to me, yes? I need to know that you are still ok."

Lafayette heard John mumble something, but he couldn't understand what. He then heard a drawer open. Then close. Then another. Open. Close. "John? What are you looking for?" The sound of the shower curtain. "John?" He got up, trying the knob again, though he knew it wouldn't open.

The shower turned on. The curtain closed again. Lafayette relaxed slightly. He is just taking a shower. He is fine.

He rested his ear against the door, listening.

The rustle of clothes. He must be undressing. The curtain opening again.

Lafayette could hear his heart beating. When will Hercules arrive?

The curtain didn't close again. Lafayette didn't hear it.

"John?" His heart beat faster. "What are you doing?"

Thump.

"John?" He knocked on the door. "John? Open the door!Mon ami, s'il vous plaît ouvrez la porte. Tume fais peur."

The only response was John crying. "I can't... I can't find them... I can't...."

"You can not find what? What is it John? Tell me," Lafayette begged.

Once again, there was no response. Lafayette's phone rang. He answered it.

"I'm on my way up. How is he?" Hercules asked on the other end.

"I am unsure.... He turned the shower on and now he is crying..."

"Just hold on. We'll figure this out together." Hercules hung up and there was soon a knock on the front door, which Lafayette immediately went to answer.

He watched as Hercules went straight to the door, knocking loudly.

Again, no answer.

He suddenly came up with an idea. The door is unlocked, so all I have to do is find the key and unlock it.

He went to the small kitchen, opening the drawer that was under where the toaster sat, and began to dig through the random objects that had been place in it. "Where is it?" He mumbled to himself.

He listened as Hercules continued talking through the door, speaking in a soft voice.

Hiis fingertips brushed a piece of metal and he pulled out a key. He didn't recognize it. Worth a try, he thought, rushing to the door. He let out a sigh of relief as the key went in easily.

Turning the key, he opened the door. His eyes widened and he swallowed a sob that tried to escape from his chest, covering his mouth.

"John..."

(W/C: 837)