[OPEN] Like father like son.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony stared at him, tears falling down his cheeks as he was pulled from the shock of actually doing what he had done. But watching Marcus walk off hurt the most. "Marc.." He choked, dropping the rag. He grabbed for him, arms wrapping around the much larger male's waist to keep him from walking any further. "I'm sorry," He cried into his back. "I pretty much killed him, all I could see was her dying, o-..or losing anyone else I love... I was scared..I'm sorry..." He hugged him tighter, glancing at Zoey as she curled up on the couch.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc sighed, but he couldn't stay mad when Tony was so upset. "I know it's scary, okay? I almost killed him for putting Nevada in a fucking closet." He turned around, kissing his nose gently. "You're not going to lose anyone, okay? We're all here, and we're here for good. Now how about you go and take a /warm/ shower, and I'll clean up, okay?" He suggested, heard Bandit crying and let out a sigh of relief. "See? She's okay. She wouldn't be if you hadn't gotten to her." He ran a hand gently through his hair.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony bit his lip, dropping his arms. He wandered to Bandit and Deacon though, instead of heading for the shower. He had never been fond of Deacon since he had shoved him down on the cement and purposefully made him dizzy. But seeing him so broken hurt. He ran a gentle hand through Bandit's hair, watching her.

[deacon reid rudman]

Bandit jumped when Tony touched her, obviously terrified it would be Nixon. She reached up, touching his cheek lovingly as she looked up at him, slowly tracing her fingers over his jaw.

"Thanks, Tony.. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to her.. A-and Connor would have died.. I really owe you.." Deacon said quietly, fixing the blanket around Bandit. She tried to move her legs so she could sit up, but they wouldn't budge. She started crying again, pulling on Tony's hand. "Daddy fix it.. T'ny fix it.." She pleaded.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony bit his lip, nodding slowly. He was still in shock. Frowning as she tried to move and began to cry, he swallowed, touched her cheek. "It's okay...you're gonnabe fine.." He whispered brokenly, only hoped it was true. Maybe he could take her to Zeus and see if he could fix her up. Maybe she would heal on her own and get new wings another time. His hands shook, and he felt dizzy from brushing against Deacon to long, pulled away some.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon sat her up carefully, and she wobbled but stayed straight. "See? All better." He said quietly, even if it killed him to know she would have to walk all over again, learn how to get control of her legs again. She held her arms up to Tony before she started screaming again, holding her shoulder. "F-fix it." She cried, holding her arm closely.

All Deacon could thing was he didn't want to have to pop her arm back. "If you can make her let go of it, I can pop it back.." He looked up as Marc came over, the sight of blood obviously bothering him.

"She okay now?"

"No, her shoulder's out of place.. And it's bad enough Connor's gonna flip she can't walk now but if I bring her home like this, he's gonna be really really hurt and I can't see him hurt like that.."

[tony angel martyn]

Tony patted Deacon's shoulder gently, glanced up as the door knob rattled and somebody pounded on it.
"You're not gonna have to wait til you get home..." He murmured as Connor peered in the window.

He got up, moving to unlock the door and try and get Connor to leave, go home and wait. But he shoved past him, gagged. "Oh, G-God..."

"Connor-"

"Bandit b-baby...." He dropped down next to them brokenly, tears falling down his cheeks.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon looked up, felt Bandit tugging on the wedding band around his finger. "No, Bandit. You can't take that off." He said, gently pulling her hand away. She looked up at him, then over at Connor and her face lit up.

"DERE DADDY!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms up. But it was followed by a scream, and she dropped her arms, holding one to her chest. Deacon bit his lip, trying not to cry. While Bandit was trying to move over to Connor, Marc reached over and pulled her into his lap.

"Bandit, who's that?"

"Das daddy."

"You love daddy?"

"Yuh. 'n Kissy."

"What did you do today?" He said, gently rubbing her shoulder.

"We go a d'doctor n we see Zoo-ey's beebee n- OW!" She started to cry again as Marc popped her arm back into place. He scooted her back across the floor, and she reached for Connor again, sniffling.

"Daddy, fix it."

"She can't walk.." Deacon mumbled brokenly.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony let out a slow breath as he watched Connor forcing a smile her way to distract her. Connor winced when she screamed, and reached to pick her up, hugging her close, protectively against her chest. "It's ok-kay baby..you're g-gonna be fine.." He stroked her hair, tears falling down his cheeks. Getting his wings stipped and replaced had been painful, hard to get over. He couldn't imagine having them just plain torn out.

Tony looked towards Zoey who was curled up on the couch asleep, hugging Jack and clinging loosely to Britton's shirt.
Then he stooped to kiss Marcus and hug Connor and Deacon before slinking upstairs to mop up his mother's bathroom.

[deacon reid rudman]

Marc kissed him softly, watching him as he bit his lip. Deacon hugged him gently, not wanting to hurt him before he let him go. Bandit waved at him as he walked upstairs, then laid against Connor's chest, holding tightly to his shirt. Deacon moved over to Connor, kissing the side of his head gently. But their baby was broken, and that killed Deacon. And he knew Connor was hurt by it.

"Daddy, we see Zoo-ey's beebee. Is dis little." She said, squishing her fingers together.

"You was that little once." He said, reaching over to stroke her hair.

"Yeah. When you taked me home. Why Zoo-ey can't take her beebee out?"

Deacon bit his lip, not sure how to tell her she'd never actually been born, that Zoey's baby wasn't like her. "Uh.. Zoey can't hold a teeny tiny baby. She might lose it. So she's keeping it in there until she can hold it and not lose it." He mumbled. "Right daddy?"