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Dendera stepped through the automated doors, entering the room that was warmer than the weather outside. It was a cold day and the weather report that morning forcasted it dropping down low enough that it may snow again, regardless of the fact that it was mid February and by the umbreon's logic it should be warmer than it was. The cold gushed forth through the open doors as he made his entrance, zipping his hoodie up tighter before readjusting the strap of the bag that hung over his shoulder - stopping at his hips. He took his place in the fairly short line that led towards the bank teller that he usually dealt with, she had a friendly smile that made the umbreon prefer her, as well as the familiarity from frequent trips to deposit and withdraw cash.

In the bag that hung at his hip was an assortment of parts that he planned on using for his latest projects - both commissions and personal work. It was heavy and made the messenger bag seem mis-shappen or lumpy. His plans were to deposit the money, which came from a client he'd just that morning delivered to and then to visit a certain vaporeon and 'kidnap' him. It had been a couple of days too long since Silas had decided on his own to come over for a visit and Dendera was ready to insist upon it.

It took only a few moments for the line to shorten and soon Dendera was at the front of it. "Good afternoon Mr. Eboni, what can we help you with today?" the familiar teller said in usual cheerful tone as the umbreon pulled his bag up, ready to supply the money to deposit. "I just need to make a quick deposit then I'll be out of your hair." he said with an equally friendly smile as he fished through the bag to locate his cash.

Dendera didn't notice at first the entrance made by the vaporeon, now that he was searching through his bag he was blocking out that instinctual habit to look to see who was coming and going. His black hair, which was tucked up into a long ponytail, slipped down over his shoulder as he peered into the large bag. Once he found what he was looking for he push his hair back again and produced the cash amount to the teller. "I'm not sure how much it is, but I want all of it deposited." he told the woman as he slid the bills across to her. He didn't know the exact amount because he knew that the man had generously tipped him for his craftsmanship and personal delivery of the special weaponry, the customer had been very pleased which was always nice though really the umbreon aimed to please himself more than the customers. After all, if there was something wrong or something he could have done to make it better, Dendera would notice well before any customer of his would.

As the woman counted the bills that had been passed to her, Dendera let his eyes roam, a small friendly smile still on his lips for any stranger that gave a second look, and this was when he caught sight of that all too familiar tuft of blue hair, and, to his surprise, a pair of blue eyes that had already caught sight of him. Just as he began to ponder why Silas would be at his bank, of all places (and just so happen to be there at the same time as him), his mouth came up with a playful answer to the questions in his head, "Have you been following me?" he asked with a grin in an almost sing-song tone, proud to for once not be the one in the 'stalker-esque' position. "I didn't know you came here..do you have an account here?" he asked curiously, letting his previous comment go without an answer from Silas, already having some idea of what his answer might have been anyway.

At some point in his discovery of the vaporeon's presence, Dendera hadn't taken note of the door sounding the entrance of more 'patrons', and it wasn't until he heard "Everyone on the ground!" in a loud rough tone that he noticed them. Three men in black clothing and ski masks, as though straight out of a tv show robbing, were all pointing hand guns around (sloppily, Dendera ofcourse noted), and commanding all patrons to the floors. That thing in his head clicked, the one that made him take risks and want to dispose of jerks like those guys but then he caught a flash of blue in his peripheral and remembered who else was there. He knew if it became a struggle, there was the possibility of gun fire, and he didn't know where that would lead, he just knew that he wasn't willing to risk it, not with Silas there. So with his teeth grinding at the thought, he grabbed hold of the vaporeon and pulled him to the ground, into a crouched position, with both arms tight around him.

"I want all the money in these bags!" called out the obvious ring leader of the group, as the other two tossed bags onto the counters of two nearby tellers. "Nobody move and nobody gets hurt!" Dendera could hear the continued barking of commands coming from the men and it burned him to just sit by while it happened but he still managed to whisper to the vaporeon that was in his embrace, "Don't worry, it'll be ok." he said it more than once he was sure, repeating it, though he wasn't really sure how many times as his mind wasn't on what he was saying, he was racing to decide what he was going to do, and what he couldn't do.

Dendera was angry, somewhere in him though it wasn't apparent, he would be happy to put an end to the ignorant robbery (and improper use of weaponry) and teach the brutes a lesson - but those thoughts weren't the kind that he would allow himself to have during a crisis. Revenge and anger were no basis to form actions on, he could always assure himself, without ever needing to give it thought. But he couldn't just sit there.

Within a couple of minutes the decision was made for him, he could hear the blaring of sirens outside and he was sure that the robbers heard it too. "s**t man!" one of the cohorts said, obviously getting scared, and the umbreon assumed that that one must not have been too keen to the idea in the first place. The ring leader of the dark-clad villains soon adopted a less 'pleasant' attitude, his temper flaring up as he began to yell at the workers that had been shoving bank notes into his bag. He'd apparently singled out one (most likely without any evidence or cause to blame her other than just him being angry at the situation), and began to shove his gun in her face, "I said no cops!" he yelled at her as she cried that she wasn't the one that did it.

Apparently though, someone had hit the button under their desk to signal the police of the robbery. No one could judge how many were outside but soon the authorities were calling to the robbers from outside and it was freaking the men out. When it looked like the leader was ready to blow the tellers brains on the back wall was when Dendera decided he just couldn't stand it any longer, he swiftly rose to his feet, hands raised, "If you shoot her it'll just be worse, just relax." he tried to calm the man but the guy was too far gone. He was startled by the risen hostage and turned swiftly, pointing the gun in Dendera's direction and then without a moments thought, and barely a moments time, in swift movements the Egyptians guns were both drawn and a shot was fired. It was certainly a bullseye, right between the man's eyes - a quick reaction of self-defense that the umbreon could scarcely have controlled, and the other hand gun was aimed at one of the cohorts as a warning.

But he wasn't quick enough with any words of warning he'd planned because soon he felt a bullet rip through his back. He'd been shot before, that was for sure, and he knew what it was - the third robber had shot him, moments after he shot their friend. Dendera inhaled sharply, feeling the sting of the wound and the bullet that was surely lodged inside him. His head was throbbing now, and he barely heard the other man shouting "Oh ******** you shot him! What the ******** man?!" he reached up with a dark hand, clutching his chest, and looking up at the two with fire in his eyes though now he could scarce see them as his vision was going foggy. "Shut up man I'm getting out of here!" the other responded though it sounded only a murmur in his ears as the blurred figures ran for the door, only to be caught by the police moments later as they tried to make a run for the getaway vehicle.

Somewhere in it all Dendera had fallen to his knees, though his thoughts were fading with his senses so he couldn't really keep a straight time-line of things. At some point he was sure he muttered again telling Silas that it would be ok, also an assurance to himself that it would. Had he been in his right mind he probably would have followed that up with some logic and reminded himself not to sleep in this situation, but given the stress of it all and the fact that he'd been shot possibly somewhere fatal - he didn't think, couldn't think, but just drifted off, only waking when he was surrounded by white light - a hospital room.

Dendera's eyes slipped open, for the first time since being hauled off in the back of the ambulance that had brought him to this hospital. At first look, all he could see was the blurred vision of the all too bright white light above him. It made him wince, shutting his eyes tightly, a hand instinctively shot up to block the light from his eyelids but the minute he moved that arm the pain shot up through his torso. Without thinking about it, he'd moved the arm on the side that had been shot, and he'd moved it pretty quickly. "Nng.." he cringed, letting that arm slide back down to its place on the hospital bed, moving slowly trying to ignore the strain. This time when he opened his eyes his vision was returning to him and he was becoming much more aware of where he was, remembering what had happened.

He vaguely heard the chair skidding over the floor but it didn't really register in his mind until the vaporeon took a place beside the bed. "Silas.." his voice was rough but he wore a gentle smile on his lips now as he realized that his companion had started to cry. "Why are you crying?" he asked quietly before trying to sit up. He visibly cringed from the pain that stung through him from the attempt, eyes clenching shut for a moment before it became easier to tolerate. His breaths weren't steady, but his red eyes were now steadily on the vaporeon, having propped himself up into a seated position now. He reached out a hand, the one that would be less likely to upset his wound, to push away the hair that often dropped into the younger male's face. "I'm not that easy to get rid of you know." he joked in a hushed tone, an attempt to rid the other of his tears, but he continued, "I'm not going anywhere, Silas." he stated firmly, despite his currently scratchy voice.

He knew that once the officials learned that he was awake they would want a statement, and he was also sure that if they already gotten other statements they would know that he'd fired a weapon and would want to see his weapon permits. He wasn't sure where his possessions had been taken but the permit was in his bag. It seemed like the umbreon got himself into these kinds of situations far too often, at least too often for his liking. He was sure that he'd terrified Silas, and he would probably get chewed out for getting himself shot. But at least everything had worked out, well he hoped everything had worked out.

Dendera's red eyes didn't veer away from the vaporeon for a moment since waking. He could tell that the other was trying so hard to regain composure, trying to act like he wasn't as upset as the umbreon already knew that he was. His smile faded into a small frown as he watched Silas try to stop himself from crying. Moments later, the boy had pulled away and began speaking about what had happened, but to Dendera he wasn't saying the important parts. "Did they catch them?" he asked abruptly, unable to wait much longer for the answer, wanting to know that at least it had all meant something.

He caught his own jacket, it was stiff from all of the dried blood and almost immediately made his eyes fall to it. How many times had he seen a sight like it? Countless, undoubtedly, but if he hadn't done something then he would have risked it being someone else in a hospital bed right now and he just couldn't live with that knowing that he could have done something to stop it. But still, he had to feel bad for his companion. He hoped that the vaporeon would recover from the situation without too much bother. "I'm sorry, Silas." he said quietly, his voice still rough enough to sound weird to his own ears.

After a short pause he continued, wanting to get this over with and get home, and attempt to calm the vaporeon before he got the energy to attempt being angry, "Can you please tell them that I'm ready to talk to them now?" he requested, situating himself as comfortably as he could in a seated position. "Oh, and could you let them know that my weapon permits are in the bag that I had with me?" he added, figuring that it would be their first question and knowing that the bag wasn't with him right now.

Dendera groaned a bit when he heard that news, finding displeasure in the fact that any of the offenders had made an escape. But he was at least consoled in the fact that there was ample recording of the mans voice and though he was masked, a lot of people had seen his eyes, there should be enough evidence to find him - at least the umbreon had to believe this to keep himself from wanting to search for himself.

He could tell that Silas wanted to be angry with him, and he could understand that, no one wants to see their loved ones taking risks but really Dendera couldn't see himself changing that part of him no matter how much he cared for the younger male. Really all he could do was try to reassure him, "It'll be ok, Silas," he spoke quietly before Silas could leave to get the men, then having to answer all of their questions - and they sure did have a lot of questions.

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The dark-skinned man kept a hand over the shoulder that still had that vague aching feeling, even through the medication he'd been given that dull pain was making itself known. At least it wasn't a new feeling. His red eyes had found themselves resting on the vaporeon's pale hands, just something to keep his focus on during the quiet ride. He wasn't used to being driven anywhere, and he wasn't a very big fan of it. It wasn't that he didn't trust Silas to be careful with his car, it was just that he didn't like feeling helpless - he wasn't used to needing or having anyone. His eyes trailed up to see fierce blue ones for a moment before lazily falling back onto those pale hands, he could tell that Silas wasn't in a good mood at all and normally he would try to say something to sooth that temper but the medication had really taken it out of him, the gun shot wound probably didn't help either.

When they, quite abruptly, pulled into the drive way, Dendera got out of the car, opening the door to his home with Silas not far behind. He wasted no time with sliding his shoes from his feet, dropping his bag beside his couch, just letting it fall to the floor as he fell back into the seat with a sigh. It was so good to be home after the whole ordeal. His eyes slid closed, at least for a moment before he heard Silas mumbling. He peered at the younger male from his current relaxed position, a warm smile slipping across his lips. "One bullet isn't going to leave me helpless," he assured his company, really hoping the remark would at least somewhat make Silas feel better. But, if Silas was offering, he could think of at least one thing to ask for. "Stay here tonight, with me." he said quietly, letting himself sink back into the couch more.

Dendera couldn't help but to grin to himself when Silas agreed to stay, he felt quite content knowing how reluctant the vaporeon could be, though he was less than pleased with the usual distance that the younger male was keeping. He made a pout, sure that Silas would know why if he caught sight of it, but he didn't push the matter. Honestly, there was still a part of him that was dealing with the shock of the events that had happened but he was keeping that part pushed back in his head, he was never very good with coping with the bad thoughts. Any troubling situation was usually handled very logically and rationally by him, putting any emotions he might have on the back burner, refusing to let a crisis situation break his composure. But the one thing that did really bother him about it all was that Silas had been there. What if he'd been hurt? And what about how it might affect the boy having seen that kind of thing. He knew that the vaporeon had been in less than bright circumstances before, but he also knew that it was really hard to get him to open up to anyone and he knew that he'd accomplished this.

He let out a sigh, trying to force his thoughts out with it though there they remained at the back of his head. When he caught up to his surroundings he realized what was on the television, having vaguely been aware of Silas turning it on. A smirk ran across his lips, 'How cute,' he thought to himself as his eyes found their place on one blushing young man. He really hadn't yet figured out what to think of the boy, sometimes he was so complex and just impossible to read but then other times, he was an open book, and Dendera's very favorite at that. One thing he was sure of though was that he really couldn't deal with being without him anymore, he would be so lonely to not have that nagging, that reluctance, that adorable boy that was all too obviously falling for him as well.

He wasn't going to put up with this distance though, and he'd like to believe that Silas didn't really want it either. He sat himself up, adjusting so that he could scoot just close enough to the younger boy to be able to rest his head on the vaporeon's lap. He cringed for a moment, the pressure of his shoulder against the couch causing a moment of discomfort, but soon after the smile returned to his lips, ever so hopeful that he wouldn't be pushed away this time as he stared up into blue eyes from his new-found comfy position. "I wish you'd just stay here all of the time." he suggested, though it was really more of a request disguised as a suggestion.