I Promise. (Nateiplier)

"You think he's good enough?"

Nate leaned up as he awoke, tiredly kissing all over Mark's face. 

Mark looked at Nate with sleepy eyes. "Yes, darling?" He says groggily. Nate paused, noticing the note on the bedside table. He glanced at Mark, pointing at it.

Mark rolled to the note and squinted, trying to make out the words with his blurry eyes. "It's from Matt, " he tried to explain, "Sean and he are going somewhere.. Steph is back at her home with Oliver... So basically we're home alone." 

Nate nodded, laying down worriedly. He didn't like the idea of being alone. Not after everything that had happened. He liked when everyone was in the house, and having plenty of people around. He hugged Mark's waist tightly, resting on his chest. 

He takes Nate's plate and places it on the bed, as well as taking his and putting it on his lap. "Go brush your teeth, baby. I'm gonna call Sean and ask where they are now." 

Nate nodded, slowly moving off the bed. He wasn't sure if he was able to walk yet, but he wanted to try. He slowly pushed himself off, smiling as he stayed up for a second or two. Already an improvement. Though he then collapsed, falling onto the floor. 

Mark winced as he sees his boyfriend fall. He then helps him up to the doorway of the bathroom. "Here ya go." He smiles, and gets out his phone from the table, dialing Sean.

Sean's phone could be heard ringing in the living room. He decided to leave it home, to avoid things like this. If nothing else, Matt still had his phone. 

Nate smiled, gripping the doorway tightly. He slowly made his way into the bathroom, gripping the counter as he rested against it.

Mark looked out at the living room and heard Sean's ringtone. "Must've forgotten his phone.." He ends the call and walks over to the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

Nate was clearly struggling. He reached for his toothbrush, though he quickly lost his balance, gripping the counter once again. 

Mark giggled and pulled up one of the foldable chairs from the storage room, and sat him down. Though Nate could only see his hair reflected, he could brush in peace now. Nate smiled in thanks, grabbing Mark's hand and kissing it gently. He reached for his toothbrush, finally grabbing it. 

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Sean soon reached the hideout, parking the car. He sighed as he glanced at the building, memories flooding his brain. He made sure his earplugs were in and hidden, feeling for the pepper spray and blinding flashlight in his pocket, going over the plan in his mind once more. 'Go in. Act evil, bring Matt. Find family. Take them and run.' It was a simple plan. It couldn't go wrong, right? He picked up the unconscious Matt, getting out of the car and walking into the building. 

Carl grinned as he looked out the window, seeing Sean carrying an unconscious Matt. Sean walked into the building, trying his bed to act numb, and evil. He gripped Matt tightly, looking around.

Carl met him at the end of the hallway. "Sean! What a great surprise. I haven't seen you in a while!" Sean turned his head as he heard Carl, nodding with a blank expression. "I was out getting more prisoners, to make up for the ones we lost." He nodded his head towards Matt, holding him tightly.

Carl nodded. "What about our original ones? You know, the slave and the organ donor?" Sean shook his head. "Long gone. Must've skipped town. I searched all over, couldn't find them anywhere. Had to settle for this." He lied, hoping it would get Carl off of their trail.

Carl rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Those were good money... If it wasn't for those lousy doctors letting them escape, can you imagine what would go on?" He slammed his fist against the wall, making it shake slightly. 

Sean flinched, though he shook his head. "Trust me, they weren't that good. I've seen far better. If we sold prisoners like them, we'd simply be making a bad name for ourselves. We can do far better." Carl nodded, looking over at Matt. "You think he's good enough?"