TW-Panic, mentions of violence.
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Patton woke to the sound of knocking on his door, lifting his head from his plump white pillow. He waited in apprehension as the knob slowly opened and Virgil entered the room.
"Oh, sorry Dad, I was, uh..."
"Hi kiddo," Patton smiled. He sat up with a yawn, stretching his arms above his head. "Are you okay?"
Virgil nodded, running a hand through his hand. "Yeah, uh, can we talk?"
Patton's features fell slightly, their previous interaction surfacing in his mind. He couldn't help but swallow as he nodded, gripping his glasses from the side of his bed and sliding them onto his face.
Virgil pulled out the desk stool from the corner of the room, dragging it beside Patton and sitting down. The knot in his stomaching tightened as he reached out his hand and grasped Patton's wrist, digging his fingers into his radial artery. Patton cocked his head at the odd gesture before beginning to talk.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left without telling you last night." Patton apologised, sheepishly glancing down. Virgil could feel his dad's pulse in his fingers, beating fast for someone who only just woke up. "I just wanted to make sure he wasn't hurt."
Virgil spoke. "Was he hurt?"
Patton lifted his gaze, taking a deep breath. "His lip was swollen from when he tackled Thomas, and his fingers were bruised."
Virgil did his best to ignore his own anxiety, pressing on. "Okay. Did he hurt you at all?"
"No."
He inhaled a sharp fearful breath, feeling Patton's pulse rise. One glance into his flickering eyes and Virgil was trembling. "Dad, please tell me."
"You have to believe me, it didn't hurt," Patton stammered.
"What did he do?" Virgil's voice wavered.
Patton wished he could just lie, but dishonestly was wrong, he didn't want to trick Virgil. "He... pushed me into the wall, and... wrapped a hand around my neck."
Virgil was panicking. "Oh my god, Dad-"
"It's okay I promise," Patton spoke quickly. "He let me go, and didn't actually hurt me, I'm fine!"
Virgil released his wrist, fear seizing him. He didn't hear Patton's rebuttal, only his internal panic. I let Patton get hurt, Father is going to hurt him, he's going to hurt Remus, he's going to hurt me. Go to Roman go to Roman!!!
Virgil hastily rose up into the imagination palace.
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True Deceit
FanfictionWith Logan imprisoned in the dark side, Janus can finally serve a malicious revenge. His victory is inevitable; until Patton slithers past his defences. Can still outwit his enemies, or will his weaknesses rob him of Virgil once more?
