tampered | Log; ongoing

Log; ongoing

When; Monday 25th May
Rating; PG
Characters; Tony Foster (

darkest0knight ) and Chuck Bass (

basstardchuck )
Summary; Chuck is furious and Tony tries to do some damage control.
Log; Tony walked up the road to Chuck's place, rehearsing in his head various explanations and excuses he could use to soothe him. Not that any of them had seemed to work on Henry and Eden, but Tony thought maybe the third time was the charm?

Yes, he was sorry that people worried. No, he hadn't thought about the consequences of using the spell before he did it. No, he wouldn't do it again (because being invisible to everything and everyone had sucked hard and Tony wondered why Arra even had the stupid spell in the manual if she wasn't going to bother putting a counter-spell or release in with it.

Really, it wasn't his fault!

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Chuck was angry. He did not cope well with people making a fool out of him. And he could imagine the moment when he'd be telling the Police that Tony Foster is no longer missing. After he insulted some of the officers on the Force and made sure all possible resources were put into finding Tony.

Who wasn't even missing.

True, killing the man would be counter-productive. He did enjoy being friends with Tony. When the other man wasn't behaving like an idiot that he so clearly was. Even the overprotective teenage girl clingy act was better...

Chuck tighten his grip on the glass, it was a miracle the glass didn't crack.

To be fair, Tony couldn't have guessed that Chuck would have gone to the police. He didn't think anyone would be that concerned (except Henry and he wouldn't have counted on the police to find Tony).

He showed up and knocked tentively at the door, looking pale and winded from jogging over here.

"Chuck? It's me, let me in."

Chuck's first instinct was to open the door and punch Tony in the face. He forcefully put away the glass, spilling some of the scotch. His hands curled into fists as he opened the door. He managed to raise his fist, ready to hit the other man, but he stopped himself.

He was better than that. He forced himself to lower the hand and unclench the fingers.

"I'm tempted to leave you here and let you starve," he said gravely and moved to the side, letting Tony in.

Tony inched inside the door and out of range of Chuck's reach should he change his mind about punching him. Not that Tony couldn't understand the urge but he liked his face unbruised.

"Yeah but then you'd have a body on your front door and people would talk," he replied as he moved into the apartment and sank gratefully into a chair.

Keeping the Notice-Me-Not going for two days, even unwillingly, had taken more out of him than he thought.

He'd move the body down two floors, next to Humphrey's little lair. At least Chuck would get some entertainment while watching Brooklyn freak.

"At least then, the Police would know you were found," he said while he closed the door.

"Did I mentioned that?" he asked coldly while he crossed the room. "I had almost the entire Police force in the City looking for you. All my contacts and resources! Thank God, this isn't the Upper East Side and I didn't wasted my funds for this!" He raised his voice. He'd say it was because he moved to the kitchen and not because it made him feel better to yell at the idiot.

Tony blinked, surprised by the information as much as the change in volume.

"But I told you not to worry and that I was fine!" he protested. And then his lips twisted ruefully. "Which you couldn't hear because of the spell, but I tried. I didn't know it wouldn't wear off."

"And how was I supposed to know?! Apart from your obsession with a cherry cough syrup and Eden's need for blood, I know nothing about magic! Anybody who could tell me that it's alright and you'll come back eventually, chose not to inform me of that fact. All I knew was that my friend was missing, possible held in a cage!" He came back to the room and pushed a half empty pizza box into Tony's hands. "Eat something. I'm not done with you yet," he said, each sentence equally angry.

He turned and poured himself a healthy glass of scotch.

"Well I didn't know either!" Tony said, defensive.

He had to stop pouting in order to scarf down the pizza though. It seemed like the slices took only two bites to get through. The entire half a pizza was gone in five minutes. Possibly anyone except a wizard would have choked.

"I'd never done that spell before."

He turned back to face Tony. "Yes, because that's a very good argument. Even that vampire of yours couldn't sense you! Or... smell you," which was still disgusting, but helped make the point. "And I'm told it never happens!"

Idiot. Why was Chuck friends with him? There had to be a reason why he put up with all this. He took a deep breath and another sip of scotch. He could deal with it wthout violence. And if that approach wouldn't work, he'd find people willing to risk a wrath of a vampire. Faith, maybe.

Tony sighed and turned pleading eyes on Chuck. Obviously it was time for a different approach.

"I know, it was stupid. I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Chuck started with a somewhat evil smile."Sorry if how you're going to feel when you inform Roy Mustang and the Police, that you're no longer missing and the only reason why they've been wasting their time is because you're an idiot."

That idea made Chuck feel slightly better. He was able to take another deep breath to calm himself.

Ugh. Talking to cops. Tony usually tried to avoid that as much as possible.

"I wasn't the one that sent them on a wild goose chase."

"Well forgive me for bothering," he said, narrowing his eyes. "I promise not to make that mistake ever again."

He raised his glass in a silent toast and drank the rest of the scotch.

Tony rolled his eyes and hauled himself to his feet, though he really would have loved to stay sitting at the moment. He came over to where Chuck was and put a hand on the boy's arm.

"I'm sorry you were worried," he said, softer this time. "It scared the shit out of me too, honestly. I won't do it again."

Chuck glared at Tony, his jaw still clenched. He looked down at the hand on his arm. Proof Tony was there and alive. For now at least. But it was as good as it got. For now.

"Sit down before you fall over," he told the other man and moved away. There was no way he would be admitting he was worried. He wasn't. And even if he was... This was the closer Tony would ever get to hearing the words. "Or move to the kitchen before your stomach eats you from the inside."

"Is there anything in the kitchen I can have?" Tony asked hopefully, one hand going to his growling stomach.

He couldn't really muster up the energy to feel embarassed about the noises it was making. That pizza had helped though.

"I'm tempted to say no," Chuck informed him, still obviously holding a grudge. But he went to the kitchen, expecting Tony to follow at some point. Or fall down somewhere on his way. Chuck decided that he would be alright with either outcome.

He opened the fridge and moved away, so Tony could look inside.

"Blair had me taste test the food for the opening. You can have everything that's left," Chuck doubted that Tony would appreciate the salmon and the most delicate cheese. Tiny little sandwiches weren't something that would probably fed the wizard. Though the sheer amount of them, could help. "And whatever else you might find," he said and walked to the coffee maker. Coffee sounded like a good addition to the food.

Hey, Tony wasn't complaining about the kind of food that was placed in front of him. He only cared that there was food in the first place. Was being the operative word. It certainly didn't stay in front of Tony for long.

Sandwiches and cheeses and little crackers with something he couldn't identify but was probably very expensive were quickly packed away as Tony tucked in.

"Congrats on the opening," Tony said between bites. "Do I get an invite?"

Once again, he was tempted to say no. Just to make Tony aware of the fact that he did not forget easily. Then again, he wanted his friends to be there at the most important night. Opening of Victrola, it was a big deal for him. And he wanted to have other people around. Not only Blair, who wasn't acting like Blair, anyway.

"It would be too much trouble to take you off the guest list," he shrugged casually.

"Yeah." Tony smiled at Chuck, knowing he was still in the dog house but not in danger of losing a friend.

Which was good, because he'd never really had a lot of them over the years. Not ones who would send the entire police force out to look for him if he disappeared, anyway.

"You think you can keep yourself visible and uncaptured for the week?" he asked, just because otherwise he would risk smiling back. And he couln't. Letting Tony play him like that. Like he was Blair or Nate.

"You're still telling the Police you're found," he pointed out. Just to take his mind of things.

But he was so adorable, Chuck! And he had a smudge of salmon pâté on his nose.

Tony nodded, still smiling broadly. "I'll tell them, promise."

And then he would run very fast. Grumpy policemen were not his friends ~~unless they were Celluci and even then it was debatable~~.

He gave up the already lost fight and allowed himself a half smile. Tony should accept that as a victory. But it was really difficult to stay angry at someone with food on their nose. Did he even know how to eat?

Chuck rolled his eyes and threw a dishcloth at Tony, aiming for his face. "You're leaving food all over your face."

Tony caught the dishcloth but used his hand instead to swipe over his nose and chin, picking up the smudge. He blinked and then licked up the residue from his fingers with a satisfied smile.

"Thanks, almost missed out." Hey, every little crumb helped.

"Haven't you eaten at all, when you were missing?" Chuck asked with a frown, because this was getting riddiculous. Chuck thought he had an almost full fridge, now that he was looking inside, there was barely any food left...

"Sure," Tony said and shrugged. "I don't think nutrition noticed me either though. And the spell seemed to burn it off fast."

He felt and looked a lot better now, at least? Not so pale and likely to fall over.

He did look better now. Not that Chuck cared. Though now that the urge to kill him went away, Chuck would prefer if Tony didn't go anywhere just now. In case he disappears again. Or faints on his way home.

"You always have an apetite like that after stupid spells?"

"Dunno." Tony smiled and then moved back out of the kitchen to sit down on the livingroom couch. It still felt very good to sit.

"I've never done such a stupid spell before."

Hey, he could admit it.

"Obviously, there was a good reason not to use it..." Chuck muttered to himself and followed Tony back to the livingroom. He stopped in the doorway and leaned against the frame, watching Tony.

"I think somebody should keep an eye on you for the time being. To make sure you don't use any more brilliant spells you've never used before."

"Well it's not like I'd ever been held captive by carnies either," Tony pointed out with a yawn as he rested his head on the back of the couch.

"I won't do anymore Notice-Me-Nots, I promise."

"Not in this state, you won't," Chuck agreed with him quietly. He rolled his eyes and didn't move from his spot.

"You okay?" He asked carefully. Tony might've looked less pale and ready to fall over and die, but he still didn't look good. And if the yawn was any indication, the other man wasn't feeling up to his usual standards.

"'m fine," Tony mumbled, half asleep already. His body listed gently to the side as he melded further into the couch cushions.

"Little tired."

Chuck watched Tony fall asleep. For a brief moment he wanted to go the bedroom and bring the blanket, to cover Tony, but he pushed the thought away quickly.

Unlike Tony, he did not have any teenage girl tendencies. The man wanted to sleep on the not so comfortable couch, it was his choice. Chuck would show him what a great friend he is by not strangling him in his sleep, and actually allowing him to sleep. As opposed to waking him up and throwing him out. Which he deserved.

Chuck rolled his eyes and left Tony in the living room.

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