Robert had just gotten home only mere seconds before. The night time staff had felt that they could take over and manage now, and they had also gotten additional very welcome relief from Sergio and Ana who were already good at managing their on way house, so they were equipped to manage a building full of children. Nigel was going to finish seeing to the children that were there, and then he planned on coming to the estate to get a bit of shut eye. it had been a damned long night, and everyone was drained. Robert himself had taken Dean to Hogwarts and begged forgiveness from Professor Wilson and gotten Dean excused with no penalties. And then, finally, he had gotten home and had only just then kicked off his shoes in the living room by his favorite chair and was thinking of reading an article or two in the paper before heading to bed.
Well, evidently bed wasn't happening yet. He sighed heavily as Yu now interrupted him again with more crap to take care of.
"I'll take care of it," Robert said. "Thank you. Why don't you head to bed and get some sleep? I'll check them over and most likely take them home." Yawning, he padded down to the basement in his stocking feet and to the sickbay. Marcus sat there, not knowing where he was or who these people were.
"Glad to have you home again," Robert told Marcus. "You gave us a bit of a charge. Do you know who I am?"
"Not a clue," Marcus replied.
"Hm. Okay. Well, so you know, my name's Robert, and I'm your boss and your friend. Let's see what's going on with that knock to the head you took." As Robert began to check him for injury, it only confused Marcus more.
"So am I a medical person, then?"
"No, 'fraid not. Sorry, I'm confusing you. I do a good many different things. Just to simplify things for the moment, you're...well, sort of a private investigator, and you work for me. This place is my daughter's estate--her and her husband's, and you live with Angus and his family for the time being. Angus's house is on the estate grounds. So, you are, for all practical purposes, home. You definitely have a concussion. That's what caused this memory issue. I think it really is just very temporary. I've seen it with other...well, investigators, like yourself. It happens. I'm wagering in a day or two, you'll be back to yourself again. I'll put you on leave, of course, until you have your memory back because when it comes back, you'll take yourself off the leave list. I won't need to do it."
"Who were those people?"
"The people who found you and Angus? Well, the girl was Angus's daughter. She's a seer, and she's bloody helpful, that one. Jack, the large man, he's a friend. He's a colleague of yours, and he's an investigator, like yourself, with a slightly different skill set. The blonde woman, Aria, is a former auror, and she's...well, she's your...well, girlfriend. That's perhaps the best word for it."
"I...sleep... with her?"
"Yes. You do."
"Oh. I see. We're not married? No. You divorced your wife several months ago. You were separated from your ex for twelve or thirteen years though. It was a very complicated situation."
"Sounds like it."
"I've removed some of the headache for tonight, but I'm not going to give you anything stronger than aspirin because I really want to be able to know what the symptoms are precisely. When we finish, I want you and Angus to go home and get some freaking sleep. I'll check on you both sometime in the morning I don't think you're hurt elsewhere except a hell of a lot of cuts and bruises. I'll see to those those and check Angus and take you both home."
Robert was as good as his word. He found Angus was far more asleep than awake. Robert didn't want to waste a lot of time lecturing him tonight. That could wait til tomorrow. When he was satisfied with them, he apparated them both to the front porch of the duplex and took them inside.
"Marcus," Robert said, pointing to the sofa "Sit." He helped Angus to his chair and sat him there. "And as for you, absolutely no moving from that chair until after breakfast in the morning. If you do, I swear I'll turn you over to Nigel and let him have at you for four or five days."
"Bastard," Angus scowled.
"Well, then this is your chance to avoid that."
"Who's Nigel?" Marcus asked.
"Medical Nazi," Angus scowled.
"What?"
"Pay no attention to him. He's full of shit," Robert told Marcus.
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