Of Lab Accidents and Wedding Jitters!

Chapter Eight: The Race to Find the Antidote
>Part 1<
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If one word could describe the atmosphere that was rampant about the warehouse after the boys’ sudden departure, it was “broken”. Yeah…that sums it up beautifully. Everything physical was broken, every heart in the place was broken, and the mood of vengeance was broken by the overall sadness.

Kozue had straightened up the living room, Mary and Porker-Ella had calmed down considerably, and Moria had sealed herself in her room. The authoress had flopped on a couch and sighed heavily, wondering what and how Heath and Marty could have done this to her beloved P-Chan and Mary-Sue. Sure, she didn’t approve of their sexual escapades, but she wanted them to be happy all the same. (Oh, Ko-Chan, you’re such a martyr… need some loving? Ow! I was kidding!)

Porker-Ella soon joined her mother on the couch. The pig-girl had a look of hurt and anger on her face. She turned to her mother.
“Mom….” She began, trying to hold back tears.
“P-Chan…” Kozue gasped as Porker-Ella flung herself in her mother’s arms, sobbing. Kozue hugged her tightly, whispering comforting words to her.
“Why did he do it? What did I do wrong? Where did I go wrong? Was I that bad of a girlfriend to make him turn to Marty for comfort?” the pig-girl said through a lot of oinking and crying.
“Well…we DID act like a bunch of sadists for two days…but we’ve acted worst in the past. Maybe we drove them to each other all along…” Kozue said, more to herself than Porker-Ella. She pulled her daughter away and stared into her eyes.
“Look, we had to fix this, honey. We need to find them and apologize to them for everything that happened. We have to respect the fact that if they truly love and care for each other, then it’s their decision.” Kozue offered, caressing her tear-stain face.
“I hate him so much right now …but I love him, Mom. I...still love him.”
“I know honey…I know.” Kozue whispered, bumping her head slightly with Porker-Ella’s. The pig-girl smiled sadly and left her mother’s embrace. She headed towards the kitchen to tell a grief-stricken Mary their next course of action. Kozue looked out the balcony window as the rain began to fall.

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Reye hadn’t even gotten dressed that morning when he heard the door knocking. Cursing himself, He loosened his long, jet-black hair and managed to put some underwear on. He stomped towards the door, intent on telling the pour soul on the other side to get lost. He took one peep through the peephole and gasped. Marty, dressed in a pair of black slacks and Heath cradled in his arms, wearing noting but a pair of jean shorts were standing outside his door, soaked from the rain and Heath was rather sickly looking. Reye didn’t even give the situation a second thought as he flew open the door and rushed them in.

“What in God’s Second Earth happened to you two?!” Reye asked as he helped Heath to the guest bedroom.
“We pissed off our girlfriends, scarred our creator, got kicked out of our house because we were facing a life-and-death situation there and it started to rain life a motherfucker.” Marty answered him, “You got any clothes for him? We said we were gonna get our crap later, and we left in a huff. You two look like you’re about the same weight.”
“Ah, yeah…but what about you,” Reye asked, “You’re just as sick as he is.”
“I’ll be fine. Just help Heath, please?” Marty pleaded looking over the coughing, soaked form sprawled over the bed.
Reye, thankfully, didn’t argue with Marty or have a smartass remark waiting for him. He left the room to get some extra sheets and some medicine, leaving Marty alone with Heath, yet again. (That happens a lot in this universe, I see…)

Marty simply sat on the bed and ran his hand through Heath’s matted locks.
“I’m sorry about everything, He-kun.” He whispered, placing a kiss in Heath’s warm forehead, “Hang in there, little piggy. Just hand in here.”
“I hope this helps—oh, I was interrupting.” Reye was holding the sheets and some spare clothes for Heath; he placed them on a chair near the dresser in the room and headed out.
Marty called after him, “Hey, human. It’s your house…thank you…for everything.”
Reye turned towards the Sayian, smiled and said “You’re welcome…and my name is Reye. I got some medicine for that fever of his…but we’ll have to take him to a real doctor. Being a pig hybrid, he’s more susceptible to colds than other furries. You know anyone that we can turn to on suck short notice?”

Marty thought about for a while. He said the first name he could trust.

“Togas; his name is Garfield Togas. He’s our chemistry teacher at Fic-Land U. He used to an intergalactic doctor before he came here to teach. We’re not his favorite, but he’s the only man we can trust that I’ll leave He-kun with.” Marty replied
“Do you know where he lives? Do you know how to reach him?” Reye began to ask, grabbing Marty and shaking him. Marty gently pushed away from the shaken human and replied, “Yeah, I know where he lives…I just hope he’s home….”

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The time was 9:07 as Garfield Togas slept in his bed that bleak Sunday morning. He was having his favorite wet dream when received a rather rude wake-up from his committed partner of ten years, Taylor Marwick. The dark-skinned man was dressed in a button-up blue shirt and khaki slacks and had his hair closely shaven to his head. He didn’t look a day over thirty, despite being forty-four years of age and an avid church-goer. His usually cheery face was scowling over the sleeping man.
“Gar, it’s nine in the morning and it’s a beautiful day to worship the lord. Will you please get out of bed?” The slightly younger man asked, tugging the sheets off of Garfield’s body. Mr. Togas sat up and halted the progress of his lover.
“Church is YOUR thing, Taye. Sleeping in bed is MY thing, and I need plenty of it after grading all those papers last night and you with your damn—“
“GAR!” Taylor warned him, “Goddamn, don’t start with *that* this morning!”
“Oh, come on; God’s seen it all. A few more gay men screwing had yet to bring about Armageddon …you didn’t think I was going to forget that, did you? I’m middle-aged, not senile. I’ve got twenty years before I can collect on Social Security.” Togas chuckled, running a hand through his graying brown hair.
“You don’t act like you’ve got twenty years.” Taylor snorted, sitting on the foot of the bed. “In fact you MOVE like you’re twenty!”
Garfield smirked, “You didn’t have any complaints last night, Taye.”
“You’re an ass, Togas.” Taylor murmured, staring into Togas’ grey eyes.
“Yes, but I’m a very good ass.” Togas responded, staring into his lover’s chocolate brown eyes.

Taylor rolled his eyes and got off the bed. Garfield stretched and got up as well. Taylor threw some clothes at him and ordered him to get dressed, in which Garfield promptly told him to go to Hell. As he was getting dressed, the other man went into the kitchen and warmed up their breakfast. Taylor was muttering to himself as he was working, wondering how he stayed with a man like Garfield Togas for so long and still loved him for the overworked, smart-allecky college professor he was. Just then, a knock on the door stirred him out of his thoughts. He answered it, surprised to see a familiar face.
“Reye, what brings you here? And who’s your friend?” Taylor asked, letting him and another youth in.
“Mr. Marwick…you live here? Nevermind, this is Marty-Stu and--” Reye began when Mr. Togas busted in the living room at the mention of Marty’s name. Marty jumped out of his seat and ran to Mr. Togas.
“Mr. Togas! Thank God! Look, we need your help. Heath’s sick and you’re the only one we trust and we’re kicked out of our house and we’re—“Marty was hyperventilating.
“Wait a moment, Marty…calm down and start from the beginning.” Mr. Togas offered, staring into Marty’s eyes.

The Sayian took a deep breath and recalled the events that led him to Togas’ home, beginning by confessing that it was him and Heath the blew up the lab in the process of finding the solution to the aphrodisiac lab. He also spoke of the actions between Heath and himself, leaving out the personal sexual encounters. Togas listened, fascinated at the explanation, never once bringing up the part about the explosion, but asked Marty a lot of questions about Marty’s personal behavior afterward. It freaked Marty out a little, but he answered him under the impression that Togas was going to help him.

“That was some two days you went through, Marty.” Togas commented as he was rooting for his doctor supplies, “But, I’ll do what I can for Heath. Where is he?”
“He’s in the car, where we left him. Please, Mr. Togas…help him.”
“Calm down, Marty, I’ll help him.”
“Arigato, Togas-san!” Marty said, hugging his instructor. Garfield turned towards Taylor for approval.
“I’m going to need some help.” Togas suggested.
“Did you really have to ask? Looks like I’m gonna miss church…again.” Taylor sighed as he presented Togas with his equipment.

Reye and Marty went to get Heath out the car as the other two men prepared a sick bed for Heath. With a storm raging outside and electrical energy limited, Garfield made sure that Heath was comfortable and treated to his sickness the best to his knowledge. Marty paced nervously outside the living room, Reye was quiet, and Taylor, himself being a furry general practitioner himself, was helping Togas with the procedure. It was two hours before Marty got an answer.

“Is he—“ Marty began to quiver as the prospect.
“No, he’s alright. He’ll be fully functional by morning. Thankfully his symptoms weren’t severe, but what startles me is that he was so brutally attacked. That’s was made Heath’s sickness severe. Take good care of him, okay?”
“…Sure thing, Mr. Togas. Thank you for everything…hey, I’ve got a question.”
“Shoot.”
“How come you didn’t let on that you had a boyfriend?”

Togas fell over. Taylor responded for his fallen lover.
“Well, Fic-Land University strictly prohibits teachers engaging in intimate relationships with rival colleges. I work for Normalcy University as a Furry Medical professor. I taught Reye when he was in my class, and I was his mentor throughout his term. Reye here introduced me to Togas ten years ago. “
“So basically, the schools and general public aren’t supposed to know that you two are living together, let alone being lovers.”
“Yes…”
“Okay, I just wanted to know,” Marty replied at he and Reye helped Heath to sit up.
“…You look like you could use some clothes, Marty” Taylor offered, giving him a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Marty took the clothes and was directed towards the bathroom. Mr. Togas had now recovered and was sitting down to breakfast. He invited the others to join him and Taylor. Marty, being an eating-machine 12 hours of the day, couldn’t resist and sat down with Reye, Taylor and Garfield after he got dressed.

After the meal, Heath was well enough to walk with some assistance, so Marty and Reye offered to help him. Garfield and Taylor looked on with admiration.
“We should be leaving soon. Thanks again for everything.” Marty said as he was getting ready to leave.
“No, don’t thank us. That’s what college professors are supposed to help out their students.” Togas offered.
“Do you two have a place to stay?” Taylor asked.
“Yeah, we’re crashing with Reye, until we can find a place of our own…preferably somewhere out of the country.” Marty responded, “But thank you all the same.”
“…Take care of yourselves, boys.” Mr. Togas offered as the boys left and got in the car outside. The deafening roar of a car was heard, and that was the end of the visit.
Taylor and Garfield cleaned up and decided, since it was a cold, rainy, day, it was better to head back to bed and…grade some thesis papers. (Okay, lame, but come on! They just saved a guy’s life. They needed it.). Just as they were well into their…grading session, the door knocked again.
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” Garfield breathed as he got up and got dressed. “Taye, stay there and be sexy for me until I get back.”
“Hell no, I’m getting up.” Taylor replied in a huff as he got up and got dressed as well.
“…It was worth a try.” Togas breathed as he went up to the door.

And there in the doorway, stood a drenched and upset Kozue. She had been running in the rain, and was about to pass out on the floor.
“I’m looking for Garfield Togas…it’s very important…it’s about…it’s about…”

That was all she managed to get out before she passed out.

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Kozue: Oooooh a cliffy!

The best way to end a chapter!

Kozue: For once, I agree with you!

About time! I was starting to wonder if you were EVER going to!

Kozue: A fluke, Anon-chan, a fluke.

Sure it was, Ko-chan…you know, I haven’t bee getting any “sexual escapades” since we parted three year ago…maybe you’d like to have one with me?

Kozue: Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart… Keep waiting and reading, minna!

Part 2 coming soon! ^_^

Kozue: -_-…That was my line…