A promise for everything you never found...

Mikey dropped the petri dish containing his blood. "Nick was an amazing person." He whispered to himself.

Mike grinned. "Yeah. Yeah, right." He held on tighter to Butcher. "While we're here being really intimate and all," he chuckled, "I wanted to ask...you don't hate me, do you? I mean, we're still friends?"

"No, I don't hate you. I'm just an Avian now. I belong here and not on your couch." Butcher winced and flew in silence awhile. "That sounded a little wrong."

He squinted. "I'm near-sighted now or is it far-sighted? Anyways I can't tell how to get back to that store. All those buildings look the same to me."

Mikey sighed, allowing himself a moment to think. He rubbed his sore eyes and sat down abruptly on the floor. He released all his breath, calming himself down.

"It's near," Mike confirmed. "I can walk from here." He paused. "I'll be Avian soon," he said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "My couch will be available for you whenever you feel like it."

"You sure?" Butcher put Mike down and squinted. "Well good luck. And I don't need your couch. I have a bed." he poked his tongue out at Mike and flew back up into the air, waving before turning to fly back.

Mikey moved to stand up. "Wait..." He gasped. He couldn't stand up!

Mike waved at him. He's still good ol' Butcher. With wings.

Butcher flapped his wings, amazed at how moving them at a different angle made everything feel better. He landed on the front steps and skidded into the door, squashing his happiness.

Mikey grabbed the edge of the table and forcibly pulled himself up. As soon as he let go, he was back on the floor. "Is this the next step?" He murmured, pulling himself up again. He clutched the table, shaking.

"Ow," Butcher went back inside and found his way back to the room Mikey was in. "Mikey? What are you doing?"

Mikey turned around in shock, and the next thing he knew he was back on the floor. "I can't stand up..." He whispered. "The serum... it's doing something..."

Butcher rushed over and wrapped his arms around Mikey to hoist him up. "Paralysis? That's weird."

"Oh, and eight year old wounds suddenly reopening again aren't?" Mikey snapped back, letting Butcher lift him up.

"Sorry it just doesn't seem like the two of them would be connected." Butcher left an arm wrapped around Mikey once he had the other man upright again. "No need to get snippy." You're scared. I'm scared too.

"I'm not..." Mikey's head lolled backwards. White liquid suddenly started oozing out of his mouth.

"Mikey?!" Butcher held him more carefully and stared at the liquid. "Mikey what should I do?" Can I heal this?

Mikey stared at it, eyes wide. Unused to the peculiar goings on, he fainted.

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Butcher gently put Mikey down and scratched his head. "What did Mikey say? Too much is a poison, too little an antidote...? I hope I can do this," He looked at the sample of Mike's blood and gulped.

Mikey remained silent, which was unusual for the smart talking Avian.

Butcher thought a moment. Hmmm I don't know how to mix things. I could make him worse. I don't see how giving him more of Mike's blood would help so... Maybe... He took a syringe and withdrew some of his own blood to see what would happen when he mixed with with some of Mikes.

Mikey made a peculiar sound and his eyes snapped open briefly, before closing again.

Butcher looked at Mikey and hurried. I can't tell with just my blood. I'll add some of Mikey's.

His head lolled on his shoulders, dark circles under his eyes.

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He checked the sample that Mikey had used to see if it was a serum in Mike's blood that was affecting him. It looks different... He hurriedly withdrew a large amount of blood from his arm, mixed it with a small amount of Mike's blood, and inserted it in one of Mikey's veins to see what would happen.

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