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The Misadventures of Jonny Quest	By : RoseOSharon Category: +M through R > New Adventures of Jonny Quest, The Views: 2466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The King’s Palace – Bangalore, Maine

Dr. Quest put down his fork, and smiled at the three people who had greeted him warmly as he entered, and then, without ceremony, had led him to the kitchen for something to eat. No one had wanted to disturb the servants before their appointed rising time, and the four of them wanted some private time together.

“That was really good,” he finally said as he smiled at them, and watched as Jesse cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. “Thank you.”

"It was no trouble, Dr. Quest,” Hadji said, and Jesse shrugged.

“Like I said, we were up anyway.”

“But now, Doc, don’t you think this would be a good time for you to tell us what this is about?” Race asked as he sat at the table, and Benton sighed.

“I got a visitor at the compound last night,” he said, and bowed his head sadly. “And I’ve learned some things that I really should have known a long time ago. This was among some of the things she gave me . . .” He held up the bag with the camera in it, and they looked at its condition, confused.

“Geeze, Ben,” Race frowned, and shook his head. “Thing looks like it was in a fire . . .”

“It was actually an explosion,” Benton said sadly, and sighed. “There’s film in it too, but I didn’t want to touch the camera until I’d had Hadji hold it. And to tell you the truth, I don’t even know if the film’s still any good. To my knowledge, this thing’s only been touched by three people, Hadji, and I need you to find one of those people . . . can you do that for me?”

“It should be fairly easy,” the handsome man said as he frowned at the camera. “But it would be much easier if I knew who, exactly, I was searching for . . .”

“I wish I could tell you that Hadji,” Benton said quietly, and half-smiled. “But for the moment, will you trust me?”

“Of course, Dr. Quest,” Hadji said with no trace of doubt, and he smiled. “I shall place myself in a trance, and we can get this started.”

“I just want to warn you, Hadji,” Benton said as he swallowed. “There’s going to be a lot of strong emotions . . .”

“Dr. Quest, the camera has been in an, as you said, ‘explosion’, and there is blood on it . . . quite a lot of blood. I am making the proper preparations, I promise you,” Hadji assured the man with a small, calm smile, and a moment later, climbed onto the wooden table top, crossed his legs, calmed himself as completely as he could, and held his hands out.

“I am ready. Hand me the camera,” he said, his voice even, and Dr. Quest opened the baggie. Without touching the camera, he put it into Hadji’s hands.

Hadji raised his head and focused unseeing eyes on the ceiling. Slowly, serenely, he opened his third eye. “I am seeing,” he half whispered. Colors and sound swirled around him, and he took a deep breath as the colors started taking shape, and the sounds made sense.

“Three hands touched this,” he said in his mind, and a young woman’s face formed. She was in a bridal gown, and she was happy, smiling, and taking pictures of what appeared to be her own wedding. “You are joy,” he smiled, and she suddenly faded, to be replaced by a raging woman’s face, and Hadji shuddered. “You are hatred,” he whispered in his head, and his hands trembled as he shied away from the woman’s voice as she screamed venom, angrily gathered things from various surfaces in a bedroom, and threw them into a box without even looking at them.

And then Hadji jumped as a different kind of scream filled his head. He almost jerked out of the trance, but took a shuddering breath, and let it out slowly. “You are agony,” he whispered, and suddenly, Jonny’s face, bleeding profusely, his blue eyes pouring tears down his face as he gazed at his blood-covered hands and torso, filled his head, and he jerked his mind away.

“Dr. Quest,” Hadji said, and his voice quaked, and Benton swallowed. “It is Jonny I am looking for.”

“Yes, Hadji,” Dr. Quest said, his voice infinitely sad.

“He was in the explosion. He was injured . . .” Hadji’s voice trembled, and Jesse stared at him.

“What!?” She demanded. “Jonny was in what explosion, and why didn’t we hear about it!?”

“Is he all right?” Race asked, and Hadji swallowed.

“I do not know . . . to either question. He screamed as if his soul was being torn in two, and I am sorry, Dr. Quest, but there was much blood on him . . .”

“Now you know why this is so important, Hadji,” Dr. Quest said, and the strain of the last two days, and indeed, the last five years, began to show. “I . . . I need to find my son, please. Can you . . .”

“I . . . I will try, Dr. Quest,” he said, and forced himself to calm once more. He took another deep breath and tried to enter into his meditative state, but the picture of Jonny’s injured face, the sound of his mental devastation, kept breaking in, and still, as if it were a song one could not forget no matter how one tried, from the very back of his mind, he heard Jonny’s declaration of wanting him physically.

Never had he been so disturbed during his meditation, and yet, he wanted, no needed to help Dr. Quest . . . and, if truth had to be told, he needed to know what had happened to his brother as well. But there was that damned refrain, “I was more than just attracted. I wanted to jump every bone you had so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week!”

Hadji finally sighed, and opened his eyes. “Dr. Quest,” he said, his voice sad, and he looked down at the floor, ashamed. “There . . . there are things I’ve never dealt with, and I’m sure you know what I am referring to. They are interfering with my reception and my calm. I . . . I do not know if I can do this. I . . . I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry to have had to ask this of you,” Benton looked down at the floor and took the camera from Hadji’s hands. “I understand, and its okay. Really, Hadji, it is. I’ll try some more . . . conventional means to find him. I just thought this would be faster.”

Hadji narrowed his lips, and frowned with his determination. “This will be, Dr. Quest,” he said firmly. “I will try again.” He gritted his teeth, inhaled deeply several more times, and once again, finally found the calm he sought. He stopped concentrating on the past, and forced himself to think about the future. He had found other people this way. He had saved lives. He had made people happy. He had even helped the police find criminals . . . criminals who had done much worse than admit to a sexual attraction to their best friend and one whom he had thought of as a brother, even if they weren’t by blood.
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