It was half past midnight. Michael and Robert had intended to be home before this, but it had all gone to hell in a handbasket. It should have been simple, shouldn't have been messy or complicated. Well, shit. That just hadn't happened.
Silent and concerned, Michael looked at Robert, who was now starting to look like he might live, but he wasn't looking like that had been by much. Near as Michael could figure, they were in the back room of Slugs and Jiggers, in Lorcan D'Eath's potions lab. The Death Eater potionsmaster had brought Robert there, with Michael snatching tight to Robert to not be left behind.
It had all happened much too fast. Michael had joined Robert, who had been working late, for a pint and some fish and chips. Audriana Swan, a fellow Order member, had bought Robert a pint, making a bit of friendly chatter as she delivered the pint herself. Robert had thanked her, but after only a drink from the pint glass, Robert seemed to become immediately ill. Lorcan D'Eath had swiftly snatched the pint, sniffed it, snatched up Robert by the arm, and, with Michael latching on at the last moment, had apparated them all to the potions lab.
Once at the lab, Lorcan had deposited a very limp Robert into the nearest chair and then the Death Eater had swiftly fetched a bottle of potion from a shelf and had fed a dose of it to Robert, who had no strength and not enough consciousness to fight him.
"What the hell..." Michael had begun.
"Poison," D'Eath said quietly, snatching up a mortar and pestle and starting to grind ingredients together. "We may have caught it in time. Give him a moment."
Ever suspicious, Michael asked. "The pint or you?" D'Eath paused and looked up and then rolled his eyes sarcastically. He picked up the pint and thrust it under Michael's nose.
"Smell it--carefully. Then decide if you want to try it," D'Eath had said, going back to his work. Michael didn't smell anything at first, but then, he caught a slight odor of something off. It was an afternote, but it was foul. He glanced at Robert, who appeared to only be semi conscious. Already, Robert's skin looked frighteningly gray and deathlike, and he was in a cold sweat.
"He doesn't look good," Michael had said.
"He's not," Lorcan replied automatically. "The antidote needs a little time. If he survives the next few moments, you'll be able to take him home...."
"If he survives?" Michael scowled.
"I am not a healer. I am, though, quite a good potionsmaster." Lorcan bottled up what he'd been working on in the mortar. It looked like swill to Michael. Lorcan labeled it quickly, bottled a well labeled sample of the tainted ale, selected five other potions and packaged them all up in a brown paper package. Michael had been watching him when he heard Robert start to gasp for air and start to cough. It actually sounded promising. It got Lorcan's attention too.
"Better?" D'Eath asked Robert. Robert nodded, still coughing. He was clearly confused as to where they were or how they got there. He looked at Michael and was obviously relieved to see him.
"I'm here, Mate," Michael said, resting a hand on Robert's arm.
"You're lucky to be alive," Lorcan told him. "A lesser man your age would be dead by now. You were poisoned. I presumed you want a sample of it for yourself, so I'm sending it with you...."
"Who..." Robert tried to ask.
"Swan. I saw her put it in your ale before she gave it to you, but I couldn't rpress through the crowd in time. My apologies," Lorcan said. "It seems you shouldn't trust your fellow Order members. You need better protection, Minister." Robert shook his head. He wasn't about to start using a bodyguard. Lorcan looked at Michael, handing him the package. "Take him home. The bottles are self explanatory. He needs to rest. I will handle Swan--with great pleasure."
"Why are you doing all this?" Michael frowned, putting his arm under Robert's shoulder.
"He is the Minister, is he not? Do I need another reason? Our leader needs to remain safe, and I will do whatever I can to help." Lorcan helped him get Robert to his feet, but Robert was more laying on Michael than standing. "Now--Good evening."
Holding the package in one hand and Robert in the other, Michael ported himself and Robert back to Khaat's house. He expected to find just whoever was on the night shift awake.
"Oi!" he called as he ported in. "Where are you?"