"Too many questions that need an answer..." [ with cyclopticblasts ]

[worldwillendinfire]

The overwhelming emotion of the hour, at least on John's part, was anger. Anger to the point of blinding fury, and anyone that crossed him right now would probably find themselves on the receiving end of learning what it felt like to be the contents of an ashtray. Anyone, that was, except for Scott, because, while John felt he was completely within his rights to be furious with Scott for suggesting John had something to do with Warren's being hurt, he also knew that Scott, like him, would do anything in his power to keep Warren safe.

So he grudgingly had made his way to Scott's office, still angry, still surly and not in the mood for anything aside from sitting in the clinic wing of the mansion and waiting, hoping, and praying for Warren to wake up. But he'd talk to Scott, because at the end of the day, if there was a chance of helping Warren, John wouldn't want to be the reason they couldn't find it. He loved Warren too much to let himself destroy any chances they had of helping him... Even if he knew very little more than the names of the attackers, and what they'd done within the last moments before Warren went crashing over the edge physically, and John had done the same thing mentally.

He sat down on a chair across from where Scott was sitting behind his desk, arms crossed over his chest. "I didn't do it, Scott. I didn't hurt him. And Barry? Dude showed up and fucking did everything he could to help me save him. It was the Brotherhood. I could give you names if you wanted me to. I know who it was. But I don't think names will do any good at this point."

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Scott was unimpressed with the attitude. "If you don't like the values of the team and what we stand for you, you're welcome piss off again any time you please. Not one of our members is tethered here like some sort of prisoner of war. If you are the reason Warren was hurt, then I seriously have no goddamn idea why you're making it so difficult for any of us to get the information required. Can you blame any of us for thinking you're hiding something? Until you give us any information to the contrary, then yes, I'm pointing fingers. Warren nearly died, and it's your responsibility as his team mate, as his lover, to help us find out why the hell he was targeted. That is above and beyond any cause and effect. But if you want to be an insolent little brat about it, go ahead. Just don't let the tantrum obscure the rest of us from making sure no one else is targeted in the same way. This is about more than just you, you little pain in the ass. This is about Warren, and all of us collectively as a team. Warren means something to all of us. You don't have a monopoly on the emotions associated with him getting hurt."

He looked at John with a shake of his head. "Why the hell did you not take someone with you? Do you realise how, what you did, put Barry right in the firing line? Yes, I have been the vocal one, but I am certainly not the only member of the team searching for answers. You played right into their hands! You did exactly what they expected you to do, and last I like, the Brotherhood wasn't just four members. They are now going to have an entire goddamn team of vengeful Brotherhood members out for blood. Your blood, and possibly Barry's if it gets back to them that he was there too. We're trying to form alliances here, not make more enemies!" Yes, he was frustrated more than angry. He couldn't help it, he was trying to keep it together and failing miserably. Until they knew Warren would be okay, he couldn't ensure he wouldn't be in a constant bad mood.

[worldwillendinfire]

"The values of this team, I thought, were not to kill innocent people... not to watch one of our own be hurt and do nothing. Not to allow anyone to hurt a human being who's done no wrong. But what about the people who've done wrong?" John wasn't whining. Not at this point. He wasn't trying to give Scott attitude either. He was asking a genuine question that mattered to him. He wasn't trying to be specifically evasive so much as he just knew that what he had to say about what had happened wouldn't help Warren. In fact, all it was going to do was make Scott that much madder at him. "I can't tell you anything that's going to help Warren, because honestly, I know nothing about what they did to him except that they shot him. I know who did it. And I know why they did it. You think I had something to do with Warren being hurt? I did, but not because I wanted it to happen or was working with the Brotherhood. They hurt him because of me. Because I left and word got back to them that Warren was my lover. They were trying to punish me, and they knew that killing him would do that a million times more than anything they could've done directly to me."

"Because I didn't have time to think about that. I got a text saying that Warren had been kidnapped and was being held at that warehouse. I was with Remy at the club, but he'd already ducked off to fuck some chick or another, and I didn't have fucking time to wait for him. I needed to get to him... I needed to save him." He shoved himself back, his hands on the desk, the chair sliding back away and stood up, pacing back and forth in place in front of Scott's desk before he stopped and looked back at him with a pained expression on his face. "They're going to be out for my blood already, because I fucking killed them!" he cried, throwing his hands up in the air in a sort of lost frustration that he couldn't begin to explain even if he wanted to. "I lied, okay? I was there before Barry was. I was there on the rooftop and it was like... Like they were waiting on me. They wanted me to be sure to see Warren die. I didn't have even a goddamn lighter with me, but when they shot him... The spark from the gun... I burned them alive, and I watched them die and turn to ashes, and you know what? I didn't feel sorry. I still don't feel sorry. I have every intention of finding every member of the Brotherhood out there and making them pay for what they did to him right now, and I'll be damned if idealism costs us Warren or anybody else. Maybe you're right, Scott, and maybe I don't belong here, but I would kill for Warren. I did. I'll do it again."