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Mistakes Were Made
Cya was happier. Every time Leo had started wondering what the hell he'd been thinking, he reminded himself of that: not dealing with Apollo had made a visible difference in her. That's why he volunteered to take Apollo off her hands, and it'd worked. Having to live with a confused and still resentful teenage Kept for ten months was a small price to pay for helping Cya.
Leo sighed, resisting the urge to put his head down on his desk as the first few students for his last class started wandering in. He'd known the kid was going to be a pain. He'd known he was reckless and stupid and full of himself in that way his fellow cy'Luca graduates specialized in.
He hadn't realized how little Apollo knew. The only things Addergoole'd taught him were from his Keeper (whoever she'd been). Leo'd disagreed when Luke said he'd "failed" Apollo when he'd come by to check on him, but now... Well, he was feeling a lot less sure about that.
Not that he was complaining about the situation. Leo flipped through his notebooks, looking for the one with today's lesson. Apollo wasn't outright rebelling or anything. He hadn't trashed the house or tried to run away or refused to come home or started sabotaging things or... well, Leo could think of a lot of ways to be a deliberately bad Kept, and so far Apollo hadn't done any of them. And it was nice having someone around the house besides Sayuri (his cat). Even if that someone was still too annoyed about the situation to be much good for conversation.
It had only been a week. Apollo'd been months with Cya before he started even trying to cooperate; he wasn't going to get used to being Kept by Leo in just one week. Leo could give him at least a month for things to settle down; maybe even two. The last thing he wanted to do at this point was make Apollo hate being Kept even more than--
The sound of a throat clearing caught his attention and he looked at the door. To his surprise, a young woman with metallic flower-like patterns on her skin and wearing the city guard uniform was standing there at attention. Frowning, Leo stood and gestured for her to come over, searching his memory for her name.
"Sondra, right? What's going on? Did something happen?" He kept his voice low, though the students had probably already started rumors about this...
"Not to the city, sir. I recognized him from your description," she added, just barely loud enough for him to make out. "Says his name's Apollo. We're holding him at the hospital until you get there."
The hospital.
He nodded curtly. "Thank you. I'll be there shortly; I need to let sa'Doomsday know."
"Glad to help, sa'Lightning-Blade." Sondra inclined her head and left.
Leo's jaw clenched and he flipped the notebook back shut. So much for giving the kid a generous adjustment period. Now, now he was annoyed.
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Leo strode into the hospital room, his normal cheerful demeanor completely absent, and turned to the nurse, completely ignoring Apollo. "Can he walk?"
"I wouldn't--"
"Is he physically capable of walking?" Leo said, cutting off her reply.
The nurse frowned chastisingly back. "Yes, but it'll cause more damage. His ribs--"
"Thank you." He paused, took a deep breath, and smiled apologetically at her. "Really, thanks, I appreciate the advice. I can take care of him from here on."
She sniffed, looked over the discharge papers, and shrugged. "Not my business what you crazy faeries get up to, I suppose."
Leo watched her leave the room, closing the door behind her. "Apollo." He didn't turn, still facing the door with his back to his Kept.
"I didn't--"
"Shut up," Leo snapped, finally turning and glaring at him. The boy was sitting on the edge of the hospital cot, bandaged all over, his arm in a splint, and his skin several shades paler than it had been that morning. "Get up, we're going home."
Apollo did as he was told - he didn't have a choice, after all - and tried to hide the grimace of pain from getting to his feet.
I should heal him first, Leo thought as he led the way down the hall and out of the building. I'm supposed to be responsible for his well-being.
He thought back to the guard showing up at his classroom door. No; it wouldn't kill Apollo to suffer a little bit more. Maybe he'd think twice before letting this happen again. (Leo doubted it.)
Finally, they were back home, and Leo turned to Apollo and pointed at the sofa.
Looking a bit grey, the latter obediently sat down but said nothing - still muted by Leo's earlier command.
Leo looked at him for a minute, letting him stew, then pulled a chair over in front of the sofa and sat down.
"Okay, Apollo," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "We need to talk."
Leo sighed, resisting the urge to put his head down on his desk as the first few students for his last class started wandering in. He'd known the kid was going to be a pain. He'd known he was reckless and stupid and full of himself in that way his fellow cy'Luca graduates specialized in.
He hadn't realized how little Apollo knew. The only things Addergoole'd taught him were from his Keeper (whoever she'd been). Leo'd disagreed when Luke said he'd "failed" Apollo when he'd come by to check on him, but now... Well, he was feeling a lot less sure about that.
Not that he was complaining about the situation. Leo flipped through his notebooks, looking for the one with today's lesson. Apollo wasn't outright rebelling or anything. He hadn't trashed the house or tried to run away or refused to come home or started sabotaging things or... well, Leo could think of a lot of ways to be a deliberately bad Kept, and so far Apollo hadn't done any of them. And it was nice having someone around the house besides Sayuri (his cat). Even if that someone was still too annoyed about the situation to be much good for conversation.
It had only been a week. Apollo'd been months with Cya before he started even trying to cooperate; he wasn't going to get used to being Kept by Leo in just one week. Leo could give him at least a month for things to settle down; maybe even two. The last thing he wanted to do at this point was make Apollo hate being Kept even more than--
The sound of a throat clearing caught his attention and he looked at the door. To his surprise, a young woman with metallic flower-like patterns on her skin and wearing the city guard uniform was standing there at attention. Frowning, Leo stood and gestured for her to come over, searching his memory for her name.
"Sondra, right? What's going on? Did something happen?" He kept his voice low, though the students had probably already started rumors about this...
"Not to the city, sir. I recognized him from your description," she added, just barely loud enough for him to make out. "Says his name's Apollo. We're holding him at the hospital until you get there."
The hospital.
He nodded curtly. "Thank you. I'll be there shortly; I need to let sa'Doomsday know."
"Glad to help, sa'Lightning-Blade." Sondra inclined her head and left.
Leo's jaw clenched and he flipped the notebook back shut. So much for giving the kid a generous adjustment period. Now, now he was annoyed.
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Leo strode into the hospital room, his normal cheerful demeanor completely absent, and turned to the nurse, completely ignoring Apollo. "Can he walk?"
"I wouldn't--"
"Is he physically capable of walking?" Leo said, cutting off her reply.
The nurse frowned chastisingly back. "Yes, but it'll cause more damage. His ribs--"
"Thank you." He paused, took a deep breath, and smiled apologetically at her. "Really, thanks, I appreciate the advice. I can take care of him from here on."
She sniffed, looked over the discharge papers, and shrugged. "Not my business what you crazy faeries get up to, I suppose."
Leo watched her leave the room, closing the door behind her. "Apollo." He didn't turn, still facing the door with his back to his Kept.
"I didn't--"
"Shut up," Leo snapped, finally turning and glaring at him. The boy was sitting on the edge of the hospital cot, bandaged all over, his arm in a splint, and his skin several shades paler than it had been that morning. "Get up, we're going home."
Apollo did as he was told - he didn't have a choice, after all - and tried to hide the grimace of pain from getting to his feet.
I should heal him first, Leo thought as he led the way down the hall and out of the building. I'm supposed to be responsible for his well-being.
He thought back to the guard showing up at his classroom door. No; it wouldn't kill Apollo to suffer a little bit more. Maybe he'd think twice before letting this happen again. (Leo doubted it.)
Finally, they were back home, and Leo turned to Apollo and pointed at the sofa.
Looking a bit grey, the latter obediently sat down but said nothing - still muted by Leo's earlier command.
Leo looked at him for a minute, letting him stew, then pulled a chair over in front of the sofa and sat down.
"Okay, Apollo," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "We need to talk."
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