Tall, Dark & Heartless (Pyte/Sentinel 3)

God, he was so scared. He didn't know what to do, but he couldn't leave them like this. He just couldn't. His eyes strayed to the grand staircase and he knew that he shouldn't do this, but he didn't have any other choice. Joshua was supposed to be a doctor. He was smart and would know how to handle this. No matter what anyone said he knew his brother loved them and was still there. He'd let Joshua go and make him promise to help and he would and this would snap him out of his shock and he'd have his brother back.

It would work out. Everything would be okay, he told himself as he held the baby tighter against him as he walked up the stairs, careful not to go too fast and risk falling with the baby in his arms.

"Shhh, Jessica," he said, not knowing what else to do. "Everything will be okay."

On shaky legs he walked down the hall to the room they set up for Joshua. He shifted the crying baby in his arms and grabbed the keys to unlock the door and set Joshua free. It took a few tries, but he managed to get the door unlocked and opened it.

Joshua sat on the edge of the double bed, looking the same as he had in the Boston Compound cell. He just sat there, not moving or saying anything, but Marc knew that he could hear everything that was going on. It was impossible to miss the sounds of a screaming infant and two women.

"Joshua?" he said, trying not to sound too scared. "I know that you're not happy about what happened to you and I'm sorry," because it was his fault, "but I need your help. Mom and Izzy are in labor and Jessica got hurt and I don't know what to do so I'm," he took a deep breath, "I'm going to let you go and you're going to help them."

When Joshua didn't say anything or react in any way he decided to take that as an agreement. He carefully laid Jessica on floor against the wall and removed his bloody tee shirt away from her face so that she wouldn't think that he just left her. Once that was done he gripped the key tightly in his hand and approached Joshua, looking for any sign that his brother wasn't going to help him. Joshua didn't say anything or even look at him so as fast as he could he unlocked his leg shackles and then the ones attached to his arms. When the last one hit the floor he jumped back and nervously gestured for Joshua to go help.

"Okay, let's go," he said, trying to sound firm as he gestured again to the door.

Slowly, Joshua looked up at him through dull blue eyes that used to light up when he smiled or laughed. A pang of grief shot through him at the loss of the man Joshua used to be. He really missed his brother, he thought as Joshua stood up without a word and headed for the door.

"Wait!" he cried out as he ran over to the crying baby and picked her up. He rushed after his brother and knew that everything was going to be okay. Joshua was going to take care of everything, he thought with a shaky sigh as he carefully walked down the stairs.

He opened his mouth to tell his mother and Izzy that everything would be alright when Joshua walked past the women without so much as a glance and kept going until he was ripping the large front door off its hinges and letting it fly back, not caring where it landed. Seconds later it slammed Izzy in the hip, causing her to scream out in pain, before it slammed into the wall and came to a halt.

"Oh, no," he muttered as he watched the man that used to be his brother walk off and he knew that he'd just made everything worse.

*******

"Is she still bleeding?" she heard someone shout.

"Yes!" came the answer as scents and sounds finally managed to filter through her head as she struggled to open her eyes.

The scent of human, Sentinel and Pyte blood teased her senses as she opened her eyes and wondered if she was dreaming. For a moment she simply lay there and watched as Caine and the other Pyte male crouched down near a beautiful woman, with jet black hair and a flawless tan who was obviously pregnant and obviously in labor, scream as she gripped her stomach. She allowed her eyes to move over to the Sentinel, who only managed to kick her ass because she'd been weak at the moment, crouch by another, a much smaller, woman along with Kale Quinn, who looked ready to pull out his own hair as the small blonde beauty screamed. A much different cry caught her attention and she looked over to find a little boy, maybe twelve years old, holding a crying baby in his arms while he helplessly looked on.

One look around told her that they were in a very large, expensive home with the front door missing.

"I'm going to f**king kill him!" the Sentinel, was his name Chris? shouted as he looked over the blonde woman's side. She didn't have to ask to know that the woman was a Sentinel and probably his mate or that she was bleeding pretty badly.

"It hurts!" the woman cried out and Danni had no doubt that it did. She was still very new at this, but she was pretty sure that she could smell bone marrow. Something had done a lot of damage to the pregnant woman and judging by the look on Chris' face that someone was going to die a horrific death very shortly.

"He's dead," Kale growled out as he peered over Chris' shoulder to see the damage. His eyes flashed an intense silver as he forced a grim smile for the small woman and took her trembling hand into his.

"I'm sorry....I'm so sorry," the boy choked out as he held the crying baby against him.

Deciding that she'd lounged around for long enough, she gave her head a good shake and rolled over, surprised that nothing hurt, but then again she could taste a faint taste of blood in her mouth and knew that Caine had fed her. That was good, it meant that she had enough energy to get this situation under control.

She got to her feet as she kept her eyes on the chaos in front of her. Honestly, people really needed to have contingency plans for this kind of thing, she thought as she stretched her back.

"Kid?" she said, startling the little boy, but thankfully getting his attention and giving him the distraction that he needed. "Are there any beds set up yet?" she asked, already noting a lack of personal effects, which meant that they either weren't into decor or they'd just moved in.

"Y-yes," he answered nervously, which was understandable since her shirt seemed to be covered in Caine's dried blood. Speaking of Caine, she looked over and met his worried eyes. Before she did something stupid like run over to him and throw herself into his arms and kiss him she focused her attention back on the boy who looked seconds away from crying.

"Good, you're my assistant," she said in a firm tone. "Give me the baby and go make sure there are clean sheets on the bed and then find me a first aid kit, clean towels and some needle and thread. When he didn't make any moves to listen to her she snapped at him. "Now!"