Waiting [AUs: JOKER - Fürs Team]
Titel: Waiting
Team: Weiß (Titanic)
Challenge: AUs: JOKER (Inspiration: Diese Geschichte von der_jemand) - Fürs Team
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG-13
Genre: SuperHeroAU, Preslash, angstish
Warnungen: None
Zusammenfassung: When Aaron comes home, Dave is already waiting...
Wörter: ~1050
Anmerkungen: Der Gedanke von einem Superhelden-AU zu Criminal Minds schwebt mir schon ewig vor. Also habe ich gedacht, ich probiere es einfach mal so ein bisschen aus. Ich bitte das Englisch zu entdchuldigen. Es war unerträglich heiß und Englisch ist nicht meine Muttersprache.
Waiting
Aaron fumbled to get his keys in the lock in his apartment door. It had nothing to do, with how much his fingers were shaking or how his vision blurred around the edges - or the fact that he was so tired he could hardly stand. It was a safety lock, that was all. Right, and just who exactly was he trying to kid here anyways? He could feel the dried blood flake of his upper arm with every movement. The wound had long since healed and without leaving a mark, but repairing bone deep cuts took a toll - even on his body.
Finally the key slid into the lock. He heard the bolts pull back one by one an the door sprang open. He was on full alert almost the same instance. Even after all this time he couldn’t really say how or why, a faint noise, a ghost of a smell maybe, but the moment the door opened, he just knew there was someone in his apartment. His claws slid out, almost without him realizing. He pressed his back to the near wall, inched his way into the apartment.
This just wasn’t right. His door was secured by no less than seven bolts, the windows were fitted with titanium bars and he had a state of the art alarm system, nobody should get in here. Nobody should even be able to try without creating a ruckus that would alert everybody and their distant cousin that something untoward was happening here. He held his breath as he moved forward. Out of the corner of his eye he could make out a brown paper bag on the kitchen counter. What kind of intruder would bring a bag of groceries to a break in?
“The friendly kind”, remarked a well known voice from the living room. “Now stop playing around and get in here, Aaron.”
Dave! Aaron relaxed. His claws retracted and his hyper focused sensed tuned down a few notches. Dave was save.
“That’s a rhyme and what rhymes is good.”
“Could you please not do that?”
Aaron walked into the living room and sat down on the couch next to Dave. He really loved and trusted Dave, but this whole mind reading thing still freaked him out at times. Like now. When he was tired and hurting and vulnerable. Dave lifted an eyebrow and shot him a questioning look.
“Don’t, please...”
“Sorry, you are broadcasting.”
“I’m tired. It was a long day ... night ... whatever.”
He closed his eyes, tried to reign in his thoughts. It wasn’t easy. He was exhausted. Working long days as federal prosecutor and even longer nights as masked vigilante drew on his reserves. He hadn’t slept in two days, not properly eaten in almost four. Add to that his latest run-in with the Reaper and it really was no surprise, his defences were down. Dave’s present sure didn’t made it easier. On the contrary. The warm feeling of trust in his guts made it even harder.
“I’m flattered”, stated Dave very matter-of-fact-ly.
“How did you even get in here?” Changing the topic might not save him from Dave, not in the long run, but it might buy him some time.
“Though the door, like any reasonable human being. You gave me the key yourself, remember?”
Dave dangled a small keychain with a single silver key in front of his eyes. Oh right. He had almost forgotten this little detail. That explained the bolts. It did not, however, explain why Dave had not triggered the alarm. The system was coined to his key and only his. There was only one explanation - and it was a bit frightening.
“You hacked my security system”, he accused Dave.
“Naw, not me. Penelope did.” Dave shrugged. “Your system’s good. But there is nothing digital in this world that withstands the magic of one Penelope Garcia.”
“Well, she didn’t manage it before.”
“She never tried. It was a silent agreement to leave you be until you felt ready to contact us.”
Aaron signed deeply an sank back into the cushions. He had always wondered, if his new identity really was that good or if his former colleagues had just never bothered to contact him. Not that he could blame them for not wanting to talk to him or even the him ever again. He had left them. Abandoned them, when they had needed him most.
“No!” Dave gabbed his hand. A wave of warm comfort flooded his mind. “No, Aaron, you didn’t abandon anybody.”
“But I left. The plane crashed. Gideon died. Spencer...”
His voice was hick with tears he had himself forbidden to cry. The picture of Spencer’s ghostly form came alive in his mind, lost and confused, desperately searching for his misplaced body. And Gideon’s dead eyes stared at him accusingly, never forgiving Aaron, that he had not been there for his protégé, when he himself couldn’t.
“I left”, he whispered.
It hadn’t been this hard to fight back the tears in a very long time. The hand was there again, grabbing his, pulling him back from his memories, guiding him towards reality again.
“The whole world broke down around us. You had a son to care about, to look out for. They ... we understand, why you had to go. We just wished, you had told us.” Dave pulled Aaron into a light, comforting hug. “Where is Jack now?”
“Hailey took him away. She found out what happened and decided he should not grow up around some freak.” He swallowed hard. “I haven’t seen him since.”
There was a hard lump in his throat. He stopped fighting the tears. They flowed down his cheeks, soaked Dave’s expensive Shirt. Dave just pulled him even tighter against his chest, stroked up an down his spine for comfort. It felt good. He suddenly felt so light an unburdened, for the first time in as many years. He had no idea if it was Dave or just the tears or both and he really didn’t care. If only it would never end.
“If that’s really what you wish...”
Dave left the sentence hanging in the air unfinished and Aaron couldn’t help but blush ever so slightly. A warm and a bit fuzzy feeling flowed though his body.
“But how about we start with you taking a long, hot shower and me conjuring up some very special Italian Magic in your kitchen?”
Team: Weiß (Titanic)
Challenge: AUs: JOKER (Inspiration: Diese Geschichte von der_jemand) - Fürs Team
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG-13
Genre: SuperHeroAU, Preslash, angstish
Warnungen: None
Zusammenfassung: When Aaron comes home, Dave is already waiting...
Wörter: ~1050
Anmerkungen: Der Gedanke von einem Superhelden-AU zu Criminal Minds schwebt mir schon ewig vor. Also habe ich gedacht, ich probiere es einfach mal so ein bisschen aus. Ich bitte das Englisch zu entdchuldigen. Es war unerträglich heiß und Englisch ist nicht meine Muttersprache.
Waiting
Aaron fumbled to get his keys in the lock in his apartment door. It had nothing to do, with how much his fingers were shaking or how his vision blurred around the edges - or the fact that he was so tired he could hardly stand. It was a safety lock, that was all. Right, and just who exactly was he trying to kid here anyways? He could feel the dried blood flake of his upper arm with every movement. The wound had long since healed and without leaving a mark, but repairing bone deep cuts took a toll - even on his body.
Finally the key slid into the lock. He heard the bolts pull back one by one an the door sprang open. He was on full alert almost the same instance. Even after all this time he couldn’t really say how or why, a faint noise, a ghost of a smell maybe, but the moment the door opened, he just knew there was someone in his apartment. His claws slid out, almost without him realizing. He pressed his back to the near wall, inched his way into the apartment.
This just wasn’t right. His door was secured by no less than seven bolts, the windows were fitted with titanium bars and he had a state of the art alarm system, nobody should get in here. Nobody should even be able to try without creating a ruckus that would alert everybody and their distant cousin that something untoward was happening here. He held his breath as he moved forward. Out of the corner of his eye he could make out a brown paper bag on the kitchen counter. What kind of intruder would bring a bag of groceries to a break in?
“The friendly kind”, remarked a well known voice from the living room. “Now stop playing around and get in here, Aaron.”
Dave! Aaron relaxed. His claws retracted and his hyper focused sensed tuned down a few notches. Dave was save.
“That’s a rhyme and what rhymes is good.”
“Could you please not do that?”
Aaron walked into the living room and sat down on the couch next to Dave. He really loved and trusted Dave, but this whole mind reading thing still freaked him out at times. Like now. When he was tired and hurting and vulnerable. Dave lifted an eyebrow and shot him a questioning look.
“Don’t, please...”
“Sorry, you are broadcasting.”
“I’m tired. It was a long day ... night ... whatever.”
He closed his eyes, tried to reign in his thoughts. It wasn’t easy. He was exhausted. Working long days as federal prosecutor and even longer nights as masked vigilante drew on his reserves. He hadn’t slept in two days, not properly eaten in almost four. Add to that his latest run-in with the Reaper and it really was no surprise, his defences were down. Dave’s present sure didn’t made it easier. On the contrary. The warm feeling of trust in his guts made it even harder.
“I’m flattered”, stated Dave very matter-of-fact-ly.
“How did you even get in here?” Changing the topic might not save him from Dave, not in the long run, but it might buy him some time.
“Though the door, like any reasonable human being. You gave me the key yourself, remember?”
Dave dangled a small keychain with a single silver key in front of his eyes. Oh right. He had almost forgotten this little detail. That explained the bolts. It did not, however, explain why Dave had not triggered the alarm. The system was coined to his key and only his. There was only one explanation - and it was a bit frightening.
“You hacked my security system”, he accused Dave.
“Naw, not me. Penelope did.” Dave shrugged. “Your system’s good. But there is nothing digital in this world that withstands the magic of one Penelope Garcia.”
“Well, she didn’t manage it before.”
“She never tried. It was a silent agreement to leave you be until you felt ready to contact us.”
Aaron signed deeply an sank back into the cushions. He had always wondered, if his new identity really was that good or if his former colleagues had just never bothered to contact him. Not that he could blame them for not wanting to talk to him or even the him ever again. He had left them. Abandoned them, when they had needed him most.
“No!” Dave gabbed his hand. A wave of warm comfort flooded his mind. “No, Aaron, you didn’t abandon anybody.”
“But I left. The plane crashed. Gideon died. Spencer...”
His voice was hick with tears he had himself forbidden to cry. The picture of Spencer’s ghostly form came alive in his mind, lost and confused, desperately searching for his misplaced body. And Gideon’s dead eyes stared at him accusingly, never forgiving Aaron, that he had not been there for his protégé, when he himself couldn’t.
“I left”, he whispered.
It hadn’t been this hard to fight back the tears in a very long time. The hand was there again, grabbing his, pulling him back from his memories, guiding him towards reality again.
“The whole world broke down around us. You had a son to care about, to look out for. They ... we understand, why you had to go. We just wished, you had told us.” Dave pulled Aaron into a light, comforting hug. “Where is Jack now?”
“Hailey took him away. She found out what happened and decided he should not grow up around some freak.” He swallowed hard. “I haven’t seen him since.”
There was a hard lump in his throat. He stopped fighting the tears. They flowed down his cheeks, soaked Dave’s expensive Shirt. Dave just pulled him even tighter against his chest, stroked up an down his spine for comfort. It felt good. He suddenly felt so light an unburdened, for the first time in as many years. He had no idea if it was Dave or just the tears or both and he really didn’t care. If only it would never end.
“If that’s really what you wish...”
Dave left the sentence hanging in the air unfinished and Aaron couldn’t help but blush ever so slightly. A warm and a bit fuzzy feeling flowed though his body.
“But how about we start with you taking a long, hot shower and me conjuring up some very special Italian Magic in your kitchen?”