Prompt: 'Virgil getting kidnapped'

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I'm so sorrryyyyyy!!
This took forever!!!
It was supposed to be out a long time ago, I swear!

The prompt is very to the point. So I took creative license in the making of this chapter.
Anywho, there'll be violence,
A bit of drugging,
And not to comfy positions and handling and all that jazz.

Oh, cursing as well.

And lots of worry and panic too.

Oh,
And Thomas and Remy play a big part in this chapter.
Hopefully yalls like it!!!
It's gunna be very cringy.

A soft knock on Virgil's door prompted him to quickly finish changing into his pajamas before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Come in." He said as he pulled a comb through his hair, getting out the tangles from the day.

His door opened and a servant stepped into the room with a large mug in his hands.

"Here is the tea you requested, your highness." The servant said, as he set the mug down on the bedside table. "Chamomile, and I'd suggest drinking it while it's still warm." He added.

"Thank you.... I'm sorry I don't know you name." Virgil said with an apologetic smile.

"White," the guard said, "John White."

"Well thank you Mr.White." Virgil said, "hopefully I'll get to sleep at a reasonable time tonight."

"I'm sure it won't be a problem tonight." john said, before bowing and leaving Virgil's room.

Virgil quickly continued getting ready for bed, drinking his tea while it was still warm, before heading off to the bathroom to finish up.

He brushed his teeth and drained the water from the bath he'd taken earlier before leaving the bathroom and moving around the room to turn off the lights.

As he turned to his bed to finally go to sleep he was struck with a bout of dizziness and quickly reached out to steady himself against the wall.
Had he turned too fast?

But the dizziness didn't go away like it would have if he'd just turned, in fact it got worse, and Virgil found himself leaning heavily against the wall from his seat on the floor.
When had he sat down?

He groaned softly as tried to push himself to stand up, but none of his limbs moved, except for a small twitch in his fingers. He blinked slowly, his eyelids feeling heavy. He felt like he should be panicking, or calling for help from the guards, but he was just calm. His tongue sad numbly in his mouth and all he found himself able to do was blink and lazily glance around. But that was okay, he actually felt kinda relaxed, and a bit fuzzy inside. It was nice, a bit concerning, but nice...

He glanced over when he heard the door open, and watched as a guard walked into the room. Maybe they'd be able to help him? Although he didn't know if he really wanted help -it felt like he was floating, and it wasn't that bad.

The guard knelt down in front of him and gently grabbed Virgil's chin, tilting his head from side to side and watching as it lolled limply.

"Ah, looks like it finally kicked in." The guard said with a smile, "bet you feel nice right now, your highness," he continued as he reached into a bag Virgil had realized he was carrying, "You just keep feeling nice and calm and let me do my work." He added, before pulling Virgil's mouth open and pushing a rag inside, which he then secured into Virgil's mouth with a rope he tied around his head. Then he tied Virgil's wrists together, followed by his knees and ankles.

Virgil felt like he should be protesting, or struggling, or something- but just couldn't work up the strength to do it. He just watched the man with half-lidded eyes. He felt too calm, too relaxed to even move.

"Ah Jonny, got our ride?" The guard asked as he stood up and turned to look at the other side of the room.

Virgil glanced over and saw the servant from earlier with one of the large laundry basket carts next to him.

"Yup, where's your guard partner?" Jonny, or John, asked as he walked further into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Was sent to go get more tea for the prince," The guard said with a dismissive wave of his hand, "she'll be back in a few minutes, so we need to finish up here."

John nodded and moved to kneel next to Virgil while the guard got up.

"I know your still floating in there somewhere, your highness," The man said with a smirk, "you'll get us a pretty penny from your parents to get you back." He said as he looked into Virgil's hazy eyes, before laughing when Virgil didn't respond with anything but a slow blink.

"Yeah he's pretty drugged up," The guard said from where he'd been taking sheets out of the laundry basket. "Makes it much easier for us to transport him though." He added as he walked back over to them.

"True," John said, "now help me get him up and into the basket."

The two scooped Virgil up, the guard holding him from his armpits, while John help him from his shins and knees.

The hoisted him up and began to lower him into the basket, only to freeze when the door opened.

"Your highness I brought you some more-" the guard -a female Virgil duly noted- cut herself off when she saw the two men lowering Virgil's limp, gagged, and bound body into a laundry cart.

She dropped the tea, the cup shattering on the floor as she took an offensive stance. "What are you doing with the prince!" She demanded in a stern voice, "Put him down and get on the ground before I call back up."

In the blink of an eye the guard holding Virgil dropped him into the basket and dashed forwards to attack the guard, but Virgil couldn't see their fight, since John began to quickly pile the sheets on top of him, hiding him from any outside eyes.

He heard a couple of grunts and then the sound of someone collapsing. Then dragging and the slamming of a door.

"Okay, She should be out for a few hours at least, let's get out of here." The muffled voice of the guard said above him, and then the cart was moving.

Virgil didn't know how much time had passed, he'd zoned out after a bit, but the next thing he knew he was being taken out of the laundry cart.

He blinked a few times and noticed they were outside, and there was a carriage with a horse hitched to the front.

He was quickly put inside the carriage, and the guard, although Virgil wasn't really sure if he was a guard or not, followed him inside before closing the door.

He was laid out on one of the benches and his head lolled to the side as he sluggishly look around the carriage.

"Time for bed your highness," he said, and then Virgil felt a sharp pain, his eyes rolled back into his head and he slipped into darkness.

-

Patton sat on Virgil's bed, hugging one of his boyfriend's pillows to his chest. It had been three hours since everyone had realized Virgil was missing. They didn't know when he had gone missing, but that morning he had been nowhere to be found, and didn't turn up when guards were sent to look for him in the castle and around town.

Of course there was the possibility Virgil had snuck out again to go out into town on his own, but Patton, Logan and Roman couldn't think of any reasons why he would right now, and Virgil had told them that he would leave a note or something if he decided to do something like that again.

Roman was sitting on the bed next to him, a gentle arm draped across Patton's shoulders.

Logan was pacing in front of them, muttering to himself quietly. Patton didn't know what he was saying, but he'd heard Virgil's name a few times.

"I don't understand why we can't help look for him with the guards." Roman said, "it's not like we're less likely to find him."

"It's most likely because if Virgil is in trouble they'd rather have guards find him than us." Logan said, pausing from his muttering to cast a glance over at the two of them.

"But Patton and I have guard training, sure we're not fully trained or anything, but we can still fight." Roman defended with a huff.

"I know that, but the king and queen told us no, so we need to listen," Logan said, "Virgil's probably-"

Logan was cut off by the wardrobe bursting open and a guard tumbling out onto the floor in front of them with a small gasp.

Both Patton and Roman shot up from the bed and took fighting stances in front of Logan protectively, and watched as the guard quickly scrambled to her feet.

"T-the prince!" She said as she stood and looked around wildly before spotting the trio and quickly rushing over, "the prince was taken!"

-

Roman, Logan and Patton quickly took the still disoriented guard, who they found was named Jessie, to the queen and king.

She immediately dropped to a knee, and apologized for failing them.

"I am sorry your majesties for my inability to protect the prince, I was taken by surprise and over powered-" she was quickly cut off by the king standing up and walking to her.

"All is forgiven," The king said dismissively as he gestured for her to stand, "just tell us everything you know."

Jessie quickly began to spill the story of how her partner had told her to go collect more tea for the prince, who had apparently asked for some since he was having trouble sleeping.
She said when she came back she had found her guard partner, a man named Alec, and a servant she didn't recognize putting a bound and potentially unconscious or at least incapacitated Virgil into a laundry cart.
She then engaged in a fight with the other guard, and was knocked out and stuffed into the wardrobe.

The king and queen immediately doubled the guards searching, and sent a few trusted servants to go find the laundry cart and the cook that had made the tea for Jessie to check her story.

Both the laundry cart and the cook were located easily and Jessie's story was proven true so far.

"I want every trusted guard we have searching for him, if anyone does anything suspicious then report it to the Captain of the guard who was ordered to look into it discreetly.

"Your majesties," Roman began after they'd finished issuing their orders to the staff, "may we please help with the search?" He asked, "Virgil means so much to us, I- we can't just sit here and do nothing." He said as he looked at them pleadingly.

The king and queen glanced at each other, and seemed to have a silent conversation for several seconds, before turning to look back at the trio.

The king opened his mouth, only to be interrupted before evening starting by the door bursting open.

"I apologize for the abrupt intrusion your majesties," a guard said as he dropped down into a kneel. "But we have news on the prince."

The guard quickly pulled out a sheet of paper, "we found this nailed to the wall in the stables."

"Read it." The queen said, all though it was more of a command, her tone serious and giving no room for objection.

" 'King and Queen. You have most likely noticed the lack of presence your son has in the castle.
We have taken him and if you do not provide us with a ship and a third of the castles riches you will never see him again.
I won't promise no harm will come to him, he'll be punished if he disobeys, but hurt is better than dead, don't you think?
You have two days to complete our demands or we'll off him'." The guard read, before looking up at them, "It isn't signed." He added.

"Was there anything else that could lead us to where he was taken?" The queen asked.

"We round an unconscious staff member locked in a supply closet in the stables, but nothing other than that." The guard said as he shook his head.

The king nodded, "continue your searches then," he said, "and tell us if the staff member has any knowledge about what happen when they wake up." He added.

The guard nodded and got up to bow one last time before quickly leaving the room.

The king and queen turned to look at the trio now, and they all stood quietly, waiting for their decision.

"You may join the search," The king began, "I know you'd eventually go looking for him even if we told you no, but just remember that if you find anything it's better to tell us and get back-up before doing anything on your own." He said as he gave them a stern look.

The three of them quickly nodded and thanked them for allowing them to help before hurrying off to get started.

They decided to go look around the stables where the guard had said they'd found the message.
There were a few guards there when they arrived, two of them sitting with a disoriented Bailey.

"Are you okay?" Patton asked, his voice soft as he kneeled in front of them.

Bailey opened their eyes and tilted their head up to looked at Patton, wincing lightly, "just a bit dizzy, and a small headache." They admitted. "But nothing too bad." They added.

"Well I'm glad you're okay," Patton said, giving them a kind smile. "Can you tell us what happened?"

Bailey nodded. "Last night I was finishing up cleaning the stables, and had stopped to give Maple, one of the horses, a few treats and a bit of brushing since she'd done so well yesterday." They began, "then two guys, a guard and a servant, went to the loading side -where they keep the carriages they hitch the horses to. They had once of the laundry carts with them, I had walked over to try and ask them what they were doing, but then the guard saw me and just charged and... and... wait let me think- it's a bit fuzzy..." they admitted as their face scrunched up.

"Don't try to force it, it's okay if you don't remember." Roman said as he knelt next to them. The two guards had left to go inform the king and queen that bailey had woken up.

"No no I think I do," bailey said reassuringly, "he -the guard, charged me, and I think he bashed my head against one of the wooden support-beams, I think he did it a few times? I can't quite remember -I was pretty dazed after the first hit." They admitted, "I think he shoved me into the supply closet and locked it then, but I don't remember even hitting the ground, it's all nothing after that until I woke up a few minutes ago." They finished.

"I'm so sorry you got hurt," Patton said, "Can I give you a hug?" He asked.

Bailey gave him a small smile. "I'd like that." They said.

Patton quickly pulled them into a comforting yet gentle hug, and smiled when bailey leaned into it.

"I think I heard a bit of screeching too? But not human, something else." Bailey added with a shrug. "I don't know what."

"What animals were in the stable at the time?" Logan asked.

"Just the horses, our new mother goat Sally and her two kids -but the screeching didn't sound anything like them." Bailey said as they pulled away from Patton's hug.

"Thank you for telling us," Roman said, "but you should probably head to the infirmary to get your head checked out." He said.

"Yeah I probably should." Bailey said, and smiled when Parton quickly helped them stand up.

"Do you want one of us to go with you?" Patton asked.

"No, you three keep trying to find the prince, I'm sure one of the guards can take me, or I can take myself." They said as they gave the trio a smile, before moving to a group of guards not too far away.

"Okay, let's start looking for anything that could lead to were they are, or anything at all really." Roman said.

"Well, I doubt we'll find anything on where they are," Logan began, "but we could try to find tracks to see were they went." He suggested. "I doubt they took the main roads."

The three of them quickly split up and began to try and find any form of carriage tracks that were remotely fresh.

That is until they were interrupted by a tired and pissed off raven.

"So you're saying he just hopped up to you?" Logan asked as he looked at the raven cradled in Patton's arms.

"Yeah, his wing is all busted so I don't think he can fly." Patton said as he gently scratched the top of Remy's head.

Logan hummed softly. "His wing looks broken, we should probably take him to Molly." He said, before something caught his eye.

Clutched tightly in the Ravens foot was a scrap of silky lavender fabric. It was a bit dirty from the probably being dragged on the ground, but they could still tell the color.

He carefully pulled the fabric from the Remy's foot, and turned the cloth over in his hands.

"...that's the color of Virgil's pajama shirt right?" Roman said, his voice soft as he looked at the fabric.

"You don't think..." Patton trailed off as he looked up at the two of them in realization.

Roman suddenly smacked his palm into his forehead. "Guys we are so stupid." He said. "Finding Virgil is easy."

-several hours before-

How curious. A new shiny man in the stables.
And with a basket, how big how large. What could be inside?
Shiny?
Going into the box perhaps?
Oooh another person, and it's not shiny!
How curious how curious.
Ooooh is that my boy?
That doesn't look comfortable...my boy knows better than this.
What they doing with my boy? That's my boy, fuck you.
Why my boy covered in ropes??
The fuck they done-doing with my boy???
Inside the box??
Not my boy, fucking nope.
Where they going?
Gotta follow the box.
Follow the box.
Follow my boy.
-
Hey that's my boy.
You can't bring him in there. Fuck.
He's mine, my shiny boy. Not yours.
Get away from my boy. He's mine.
Excuse you! Who the fuck you think you swinging at? That's my boy, m i n e.
My boy you fuc-
-
...
Where's my boy?
Where the fuck they take my boy?
Ow...
Nope.
Can't do that no more.
Looks like I gotta walk.
Fuck that man.
Fuck him and the shiny suit man.
They took my boy, my boy.
He's my boy and they can't have my boy.
I gotta go to those other guys, my boys' boys.
They can get my boy.
Just gotta keep hopping.
Fuck pain.
Wait no.
Can't fuck pain.
Pain wins.
Hopping it is.
Just hop.
Get my boys' boys.

-present time-

Virgil groaned softly as he slowly opened his eyes. What happened? Did the tea work?? He felt really tired and kinda numb.

He blinked his eyes a couple of times, and looked around the room he was in. It was cold, the walls dark and barren from anything except for a few shelves, and there was only a lamp in the corner, that provided a soft transparent glow across the room. There were no windows, no furniture, only a few stacks of boxes in some corners and a single door off to the side. This isn't his room? What? How did he get here?

Virgil tried to move, but found his limbs bound tightly by sturdy ropes that held him to a chair. Then his mouth registered the cloth and rope that was stuffed between his teeth as a gag, and he made a small muffled sound of surprise.

A shot of panic went through him and he quickly began to try and wiggle out of the ropes, but his body was still a bit sluggish for some reason, and wasn't responding well.

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd wake up." A voice said from the other side of the room. "I was worried we'd given you too heavy of a dose the first time."

A man with dark brown hair and olive skin sat on a chair across the room from him, dressed in the servants uniform from the castle. He looked familiar, but Virgil couldn't quite put his finger on how.

"I'm sure you're confused," The man continued as he stood up and began to walk across the room to Virgil, "the drug has an effect on your memory, so you probably don't remember much from after you drank your tea and continued getting ready for bed." He said, and Virgil's breathing quickened a bit as the man stopped directly in front of him.

"Sadly you probably won't be remembering any of this, I have to give you another dose to keep you nice and compliant." He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vile full of pills, "not that I think you'd be much trouble as you are, but I'd just rather not take any chances." He said as he reached forwards and began to untie the gag. "You'd better not say a word when this is off, or you'll be in trouble." The man said, before pulling the gag out of Virgil's mouth.

Virgil didn't say anything, just took a sharp shaking gasp of air, since his panicked breathing through his nose hadn't really given his body much oxygen and his lungs were eager for the air, despite it been dusty and stale.

"This would be enough to keep you out for the rest of the day," The man said as he took out a few of the pills, "they'll kick in in a few minutes, but you'll actually pass out maybe ten minutes after that, since this a stronger dose than the one you took earlier," he explained, before reaching up and forcing his thumb into Virgil's mouth, who instinctively tried to pull away and spit his finger out.

But the man quickly tightened his grip and forced Virgil's mouth open, "swallow these like the good prince you are." He said, before pushing the pills into Virgil's mouth and forcing his mouth closed, covering it as well so that Virgil couldn't spit them out.

But Virgil tried to shimmy away to spit them out, not wanting to take them.

The man just sighed and moved his other hand up to pinch Virgil's nose closed. "If you don't swallow them then I'll let you suffocate." He said, his voice steady.

The burn in his lungs started several seconds later, his mind being consumed by more and more panic and begging for more air as he struggled a bit more before stopping and forcing himself to sit still.

But the man didn't move his hands and just cocked an eyebrow at him.

Virgil quickly caught on and reluctantly swallowed the pills.

"Did you swallow?"

Virgil nodded as best he could in his tight hold.

"All of them?" Another nod.

Only them did he move his hands away and let Virgil suck in a releasing breath. Letting him pant for a couple of seconds before forcing the gag back into his mouth.

"Now I might as well explain what's happening before you drift off." The man said as he moved to sit back in his chair, leaving Virgil to stare after him.

"Basically me and my brother want money, and who has more money than the royal family? I'm sure you have some to spare," The man began. "My brother infiltrated the guard just a month after your return home, and I only went in a few days ago." He continued. "We've been waiting for the right time, and decided that this was the best time to take action."

"In order for you to return safely, your parents will need to abide to our demands before our deadline, if not than we'll either off you or sell you to the highest bidder at the ports or over seas." He said with a smirk that made Virgil shudder. "Let's hope, for your sake, that they listen."

-

"You think this'll work?" Patton asked as he glanced over at Logan and Roman.

"He was able to track us down pretty well, I don't see why he wouldn't be able to track down Virgil." Roman said with a shrug, before walking towards the horse.

It had taken a while to find him, since he hadn't been in the stable at the time, and since they'd needed to take Remy to Molly to fix his wing.

"Hey Thomas," Roman began, "I'm sure you've heard of Virgil's kidnapping." He said.

Thomas turned and gave Roman a look, and if horses had eyebrows then one of them would have probably been cocked.

"Well we got this," He continued as he held up the scrap of fabric, "think you can track him down for us?" He asked.

Thomas stepped forwards and sniffed at the fabric for a few seconds, before pulling back with a determined look and nodding.

A grin split across Romans face and he turned to Logan and Patton, who were both smiling and looked relieved.

"You can carry us all at once right?" Roman asked as he turned back to Thomas, who nodded again.

The three of them quickly climbed onto Thomas's back, and set off, the horse sniffing at the ground and the air every now and then, following a trail only he could sense.

-

"Is this the place?" Roman asked, cocking an eyebrow.

It was a medium sized building at the edges of the kingdom near the docks. It was made out of sturdy stones, yet looked a little unkept and a bit empty.

Thomas made a small huff sound, and even though he couldn't see it, Roman was sure the horse had rolled his eyes.

"It's at least worth looking into." Logan said as he slid off of Thomas's back before also helping Patton off.

The three of them moved to try and find a place to look inside, but all the windows were covered by curtains or boarded up.

"We have to find a way inside that isn't the front door," Roman said, "it's too dangerous."

"Shouldn't we call in some of the guards to come help as well?" Patton said, "like the king told us to?"

"I don't want to wait for them to get here," Roman said, "but sending a message to them wouldn't hurt." He added, before turning to Thomas. "Think you could go get some guards?" He asked.

Thomas seemed reluctant, but nodded before quickly leaving to go back to the castle.

"Okay, now we break in and start looking around?"

The three of them soon found an unlocked window that was big enough for them to fit through, and slipped inside the building.

It was fairly empty, with only a few bits of furniture and such, but Logan pointed out the lack of dust that there should have been in the supposedly abandoned house.

The quietly went about searching the rooms, trying to not make a lot of noise as they searched for anything useful or that would prove that Virgil was, or had been, there.

"Guys!" Patton whisper yelled, "I found something."

Tucked on one of the shelves inside a hall closet was a set of neatly folded and stacked golden armor, the iconic gold and sun engraved designs that screamed it to be Coronian armor from the royal guard.

"Well, I'm sure we can assume that the people who took Virgil have been here," Logan said, "one of them was posing as a guard if I can recall correctly."

"But where are they now?" Roman asked, "this is where Virgil's scent lead Thomas, so he has to be here somewhere right?"

"Maybe..." Logan trailed off as he began to chew on his lip thoughtfully, trying to think of an answer.

"Oh! Maybe there's a secret room or something!" Patton suggested, "hidden in the walls or something like that."

"I don't know about a secret room," Logan said, "but a cellar or basement wouldn't be too far fetched for a house like this..."

"Or the attic," Roman chimed in, "we could split up, two of us could look in one place and one in the other."

"Or we could split up entirely and have someone continue searching the main floor." Logan suggested.

"I think we have the main floor covered," Roman said, "and please don't be offended or anything, but Patton and I have combat training and I'd feel more comfortable if one of us was with you." He admitted sheepishly.

Logan sighed softly, "I guess I can't fault you for that." He said, "fine I suppose, Patton and I can check the attic while you check the basement? But if you find anything don't engage on your own."

"As long as you guys don't either." Roman said, before moving to press quick kisses to each of their cheeks. "Be safe." He added

"You be safe too," Patton said as he gave Roman a kiss on the cheek in return.

The three of them split up again after that, with Patton and Logan heading to the small stairwell that lead up to the attic, while Roman move to the small trapdoor that lead down to the basement/cellar.

Roman opened the door as quietly as he could, before peering down inside.
A rickety set of stairs went down a couple of yards until they hit stone floor, which spread out and into the shadows that engulfed most of the area bellow.

He couldn't see anything or hear anything that would hint to people being down there, but he decided to still go down anyways, not wanting to look anything over that could be important.

He carefully creeped down the stairs, trying to avoid the spots that looked like they'd creek loudly on his way down, a small relived sigh slipping from his lips when he finally got onto the ground.

He could see the area a bit better now that he was actually inside of it and not above.

The walls were lined with dusty crates and shelves, and a small hallway lead off into the darkness on one side of the room.

He moved towards the hallway, and saw a large wooden door at the end, cracked open with a faint beam of light peeking out.

He quietly moved down the hall, making sure to watch his step while also keeping his eyes and ears open and sharp, looking and listening for anything.

He stopped in front of the door and positioned himself so he could look into the room through the crack in the door, peering inside.

Around the walls of the room were boxes and crates, a few shelves, and a singular lamp in the corner, which was the only source of light in the room.

But what quickly drew his eye, was a singular chair towards the far wall of the room, where a person with short dark chocolate brown hair, fair skin, and lavender pajamas sat tied up and unconscious. Virgil.

He quickly scanned the room for anyone else, before opening the door and rushing inside to him, pausing for just a second before reaching forwards to check for a pulse, which he luckily found, before trying to wake him up.

"Virgil," he whispered loudly, only going as loud as he dared in case someone was actually there and hadn't noticed him yet, "Virgil, can you hear me?" He gently shook his shoulders, but the only response he got was Virgil's head lolling forwards.

Changing plans, Roman began to untie his bindings, which was a bit difficult, it was some pretty good knot work.
He'd managed to get his arms and chest free when he heard footsteps behind him.

He quickly whirled around and took a defensive stance, only to relax when he saw that it was Logan and Patton.

"Oh my goodness you found him!" Patton whisper yelled as he quickly rushed over and cupped Virgil's face, who's lips were red and slightly swollen, and who's cheeks had little indents and were red from the rope gag. "Is he okay? Has he woken up at all?" He quickly asked.

"No he hasn't woken up at all yet, and I was working in untying him so I could check over him for injuries." Roman said as he gestured to the small pile of ropes next to the chair.

"You two go look around for anything that could help us, I'll continue to untie him." Logan said as he stepped closer. "I'll be able to identify his injuries much faster as well."

Both Patton and Roman nodded, and the former pressed a kiss to Virgil's forehead before leaving to go look around with Roman.

Logan knelt down and worked on untying Virgil's legs from the chair. They were tied at his thighs, his shins, and his ankles, so it would take a while, especially since the knots were much tighter and complex than Logan had expected.

He managed to get them all untied though, but ended up freezing before he could call to the others that he was done.

Someone was coming. He could hear the footsteps coming down the creaky set of stairs, and it sounded like more then one person.

He moved to look at Roman and Patton, who were also frozen, so he assumed they had heard the footsteps as well.

He locked eyes with Roman, who nodded towards Virgil, and Logan quickly nodded back.

If the people were a threat, then Roman and Patton could deal with them while Logan kept Virgil safe. He felt a bit useless being unable to help with the fight, but quickly pushed that feeling away by telling himself that keeping Virgil safe was more important than helping with the fight.

He quickly picked Virgil up bridal style, holding him close as he turned to face the door, both Patton and Roman shifting to stand in front of them.

The door slowly creaked open, and there stood two men. One was slightly shorter than the other, with a pair of thin glasses, and short dark brown hair with a couple grey strands, olive skin, and a scruffy beard. The other had slightly longer dark brown hair that went to his jaw line and had more grey strands, and had a scruffy but slightly longer beard as well.

"What a surprise." The shorter one began, "we weren't expecting guests today." He said as he eyed them carefully, the light flickering across his glasses. "Although guests should stay in the main room instead of snooping around." He added.

"Its a good thing we were just leaving then," Roman said as he took a step to cover more of Logan and Virgil.

"Well, it would be rude of us to not provide our guests with a little hospitality before they left, don't you think?" The man said as he turned to glance up at the other man.

"Yeah, it would be pretty rude of us not to." The other man said with a smirk as he stepped forward.

Both Roman and Patton took defensive positions, taking a step back closer to where Logan and Virgil were.

"Keep him safe." Roman said, before moving to intercept the taller man as he rushed forwards, while Patton when to deal with the man with the glasses.

Logan cradled Virgil against his chest, holding him tightly as he quickly moved the two of them away from the fighting.

Virgil still wasn't responding, but he was still breathing and his heart was still beating so Logan tried to push his worry away for now and think rationally.

Thomas would be back with more guards soon, so if they could just stand their ground for a bit longer, then they should be fine for when backup arrives. But, there wasn't any guarantee that Roman and Patton would be able to last however long it took for them to get here.

He carried Virgil over to the farthest corner of the room, and gently set him down after ducking behind a couple of boxes before beginning to give him a thorough check over for any obvious injuries. He wouldn't be able to do much to help with them at the moment, but it would give him a better understanding of his condition.

He found several bruises, a few scrapes and bits of rope burn, and the skin on his wrists was torn away a bit, but not bleeding.

He still wasn't responding though, which was concerning, but he hoped it didn't mean anything too bad.

He jumped slightly and quickly moved in front of Virgil when someone was shoved against the boxes the two of them were hiding behind with a sharp bang, the person grunting before getting up and getting back into the fight.

Logan's attention was quickly pulled away by the sound of heavy footsteps rushing towards them from down the hall, accompanied by the clanging of metal and yelling.

He heard the door burst open, followed by more shouting, and then what sounded like more fighting, followed by several orders to 'restrain them' and to 'take them into custody', it wasn't until Roman came around the edge of the boxes with a smile that Logan got up to see what exactly had happened.

Both Patton and Roman had several bruises and a few cuts, but the two men from earlier had it off much worse than the two of them injury wise, not that Logan cared.

Said men were bound by ropes and being held by a few guards, and one of which who wasn't holding onto the men stepped forwards towards him.

"We must get his highness back to the castle and the infirmary at once." The guard said, quickly leading them out of the room and back down the hall.

"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be up and healing as soon as we get him back to the castle." He added.

-

Virgil groaned softly as he slowly blinked his eyes open, before immediately shutting them due to the bright light that burned them.

He eventually peeled them back open, carefully this time. His vision swam a little bit, but he assume it was from just waking up, sometimes that happened.

"Virgil!" Someone exclaimed from next to him, and he slowly turned his head to where the voice had come from, and saw three people at his bedside. Two of them were still sleeping, but one was wide awake, and quickly jumped out of his chair, jostling the other two and waking them.

"Virgil, oh my goodness you're awake!" The person said as he quickly picked up one of his hands and squeezed it tightly.

"Patton?" Virgil muttered softly as he looked up at him.

Both Logan and Roman, now wide awake, quickly moved to the edge of the bed, relief painted across their faces.

"Hey Virgil." Patton said with a fond smile on his face, "how are you feeling?" He asked.

Virgil blinked up at him, before registering a hand on his cheek, and he glanced over to see Roman there, "tired." He said softly as he leaned into the touch.

"You've been asleep for a while, so that's not surprising." Logan said softly, "are you feeling sick? Disoriented? Or dizzy? Anything like that?" He asked.

"Hmm, the second one." Virgil said as he closed his eyes again and nuzzled into Romans palm lazily.

"Disoriented?" Logan asked, and Virgil nodded in response. "Can you tell me how so?"

"Confused," Virgil said as he opened an eye to look up at him, "what happened?" He asked.

He watched as Logan and Patton glanced at each other, before looking back at him.

"Can you tell us what you remember?" Logan asked, "then we can fill in the blanks."

"Remember?" Virgil asked, his face scrunching up in concentration. "I...don't know," he said slowly, "I remember getting ready for bed? And I had a cup of tea, chamomile I think? To help me sleep," he explained, "but...I can't.....nothing after that, until waking up now." He admitted with a frown, before trying to sit up, Roman quickly moving to help him, carefully propping him up on pillows. "Something happened though, right?" He asked as he shifted slightly and looked at them.

Logan sighed softly before nodding.

"The castle was apparently infiltrated by two men, John and Alec White, a month before your return, and they recently decided to set their focus on you instead of your parents." Logan began, "so they drugged your tea that night and took you while everyone was asleep, or knocked out anyone that crossed their path," he continued, "we can probably assume that your lack of memory is either because of the drug, or because you were unconscious for all of it." He added.

"Why'd they take me?" Virgil asked.

"They were holding you for ransom," Roman said as he gently ran his fingers through Virgil's hair, "they wanted money and if your parents didn't give it to them they said they'd either kill you are sell you." He continued with a frown.

"They didn't give them the money did they?" Virgil asked with a worried frown.

"No, we found you and rescued you, but the money was our last resort plan." Logan said as Patton moved to sit on the bed next to Virgil.

"Oh good," Virgil said with a relieved sigh, "sorry for worrying you guys." He added.

"Hey it's not your fault," Roman said, "so don't apologize."

Virgil hummed softly, "Okay," he said with a small yawn.

"Don't go back to sleep yet," Logan said, "the doctors wanted us to get them when you woke up so they could accurately assess your condition." He added.

Virgil frowned but nodded, "Can I sleep after?" He asked.

"If the doctors tell you that you can, then yes." Logan said with a nod, "I'll go get them." He added, before pressing a kiss to All three of their foreheads and leaving the room.

Turns out that Virgil was pretty okay, with only minor injuries. The doctors assumed his lack of memory from the event was from whatever they used to drug him, and warned him that those lost memories, if there even were any, may return in the next few weeks or even months, most likely in dreams. They also said that he might have some residing tiredness and sleepiness for a while, and that it was okay for him to sleep.

After he was fully looked over his parents came to talk with him, but they couldn't stay long, so it was soon just the four of them left together in Virgil's room.

They told him what all had exactly happened, or what they knew at least, and had comforted him about Remy, telling him that Molly had everything under control and had said he'd be fine and heal nicely.

After that they decided that they didn't care if anyone came in, they just wanted to cuddle and be close to one another.

Virgil snuggled his way into Romans side, humming softly as he nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck, while smiling when he felt Patton's arms wrap around his waist, and could feel Logans right hand and Romans left hand resting on his hip, linked together.

"I can sleep now, right?" He asked softly.

"Yes you can," Logan said softly while Roman pressed a kiss to Virgil's temple.

"We'll be here when you wake up," Patton said, "don't worry about a thing." He added as he held Virgil tighter.

Virgil hummed again and nodded, before snuggling closer to Roman and closing his eyes.

"I love you." He said softly.

"Love you to." Roman said, Patton and Logan quickly agreeing.

Someone pulled the blanket over than all, but Virgil didn't know who since by then he was already half asleep and unaware to the world around him except for the arms that held him and the warmth that was all around.

Oh dear gosh this was horrid.

A) I'm sorry it's taken so long
B) I'm sorry it's shitty and cliche
C) I'm sorry it's so freaking long too

Hopefully it wasn't to bad? I don't really like it...

Anywho, the next chapter is done, and the one after that is easy to write, so I should have them out soon!!!

Again I'm so sorry it took so long!!!

Bye!!!