[OPEN] Like father like son.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey looked over at Deacon with Bandit and began to cry again. She managed a shaky nod, reached for a thick blanket as she stood, draping it over Deacon, mainly so she could hug him tight for a moment before letting go, and the other reason to offer something to soak up the blood. She wandered to the kitchen to bag some ice to try and wake Tony, but doubled over and finally sat down against the counter, buried her face in her hands.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon held Bandit close, gently stroking the top of her head. He looked up as Marc knocked then walked in, looking around quizically.

"What happened?"

"Long story.. Please wake To-"

"Oh God what's wrong with Bandit?" He asked, and Deacon started sobbing again, clinging to her.

Britt got up, walking shakily over to Zoey. He hugged her tightly rocking her gently. He didn't even know half of what was wrong; just that someone -probably Jason- was upstairs and that Bandit was bleeding horribly.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey cried softly into his chest, hands clinging to his shirt, not wishing to be let go as she hugged him tight. She looked up at Marc brokenly, managing to choke that he needed to wake Tony up. The she hid her face again, the sight of Deacon crying over Bandit making her sick. Not to mention she was terrified, didn't know if Jason was alive. And she had called Connor's cellphone, hoped now that he didn't get it. He didn't need to see Bandit like that..

[deacon reid rudman]

Britt hugged her close, not wanting to let her go. He was terrified the stress would make her miscarry. He rubbed her back gently, kissing the top of her head. "Just close your eyes and pretend it's just me and you.." He breathed.

"Tony, baby.." Marc mumbled, kneeling beside him. He turned him gently onto his back. He kissed him softly, pulling his head into his lap carefully. "Please wake up.. Please.. I love you, please wake up.." He breathed, gently playing with his hair.

Deacon heard movement upstairs and carried Bandit upstairs. There was a trail of blood, and then it just stopped. He knew Nixon had been pulled back to hell. And he had Bandit's wings.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey closed her eyes with a shaky breath, tears dripoing from her nose and jaw as she held onto him tightly, trembling. She tried calming down, thinking of anything else. The doctors appointment, his proposal.

Tony groaned softly, looking up at him, and instantly fresh tears sprang to life. He sat up so fast it made him dizzy again, tucked his wings close as he gazed over at Bandit and Deacon brokenly. "I tried.." He choked. "And then she screamed 'Daddy' and I got the door open and-" He began to cry harder, coughed. "'M sorry..."

[deacon reid rudman]

"I love you.." He said, gently stroking her hair. He kissed the top of her head, tipping her chin back to kiss her softly. "Everything's gonna be okay now."

Marc just held him close, rocking him slowly. "Okay.. You tried, okay? You tried.. She's gonna be okay, baby.. She's like you.. She's gonna be okay." He said, but he couldn't imagine what had happened to make her bleed so much. Everything was so confusing, everyone only knowing pieces of the story.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey gazed up at him, then just closed her eyes again to hide how scared she was. "He was gonna kill you..." She mumbled brokenly.

Tony shook his head. "That isn't okay!" He cried angrily, trying to claw Jason't blood from his hands. "He shouldn't have touched her...he shouldn't have taken her wings. I-...I didn't know what else to do...." He got up and moved for the kitchen sink, turning on the hit water and starting to scrub relentlessly as his hands, even after they were clean of any blood.

[deacon reid rudman]

"But he didn't." He said, gently stroking her cheek. "I think you need to lay down, babe.. Before you make yourself sick or something. Okay?" He gently took her hand, kissing her forehead softly.

Marc's face dropped. "H-he what?" He mumbled, looking over at Deacon, still crying over the little girl. He ran his fingers slowly through her hair, holding her close. "Tony.. Tony.." He gently pulled his hands out from under the water, only now aware of the horrible smell of blood around them, half demonic, half angelic. And Deacon. "I.." He bit his lip. But he didn't have any words to make it better. "Please.. Stop. You're gonna scrub your hands raw.."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"Okay.." She rasped, taking his hand and standing slowly, the other still draped protectively over her stomach. She swallowed, staring at the floor.

"I don't care!" Tony snapped, his blue eyes flashing. But he didn't pulled his hands away, crying and rubbing at his face angrily with his arm. "What good am I, Marc?! I can't even protect no other angel..." He coughed softly, gagging, grabbed a rag and ran it under the scorching water, despite how much it burned. He moved towards the stairs, trying to scrub up as much blood as possible, almost obsessive compulsive since he was the reason it was there, he was the one who used the knife. Not himself at all right now, to caught up in not doing good enough, and getting rid of any bloodshed he had caused. If given the time, he probably could have rubbed the carpet raw, too.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc's eyes flashed red and he pulled him up from the stairs, holding tightly to him. "Damnit, Tony. This isn't your fault! When you become psychic, then you can blame yourself for this! You wanna know what good you are? Huh?!" He let go of him, holding out what used to be scratched arms, words of hate and cries of help. "You helped ME. The most impossible person on Earth. And if you hadn't gotten to her when you did, she might be in a hundred little pieces instead of in her dad's arms! That sure beats the fuck out of watching Deacon pick his daughter up that way, doesn't it?! An angel can live without wings! But Deacon can't live without her and Connor! You saved half his entire world. Go ahead and mope and clean up the fucking floors. But don't ever think you're worthless because you've saved more lives than you think." And Marc walked off, clearly hurt.