Characters: Alexander Aaron, John Aaron/Ares Setting: Central Park Content: Father/Son meeting/reunion of sorts Summary: Set after this, backdated to 4/1/2011
Ares was not a happy camper, but then again, when was he? Standing over here by some carousel feeling like a complete fool. It did not help that after the conversation with his own son last night, he really wondered if Alex would show. Why did he care for these people that were apparently his captures so much? What had they done to him? Was it something they did to his mind, or somehow that they tricked him, or worse? Because it had taken so long for him to find him? But this line of thinking was not going to help him. This would only make things worse. Make him second guess everything. No, right now he needed to be firm and prepared for anything that was to come. For all he knew, this was a trap.
So, of course, Ares had been there a few hours before six in order to scope the place out and double check many things in order to make sure that it was what he believed to be safe. For all he knew, Alex would not show and it would be someone else in his place and then some fight would ring out. And if Alex was there, and some battle did happen? Well then he needed a good escape plan. Alex was going to go home with him and these people would have to go through him to get him again. He was not about to let his son because someone else's puppet yet again.
But this is what Ares did. War was his specialty. How would he not have checked and double-checked all of these possibilities. It only made sense and he wanted Alex back. But at six, he waited as patiently as he ever did, only to keep his eyes peeled as he found himself searching for any blond children he could catch in his line of vision. It didn't help that it made him think of simpler times, but once again. Not time for nostalgia either. Alex was what mattered and Alex was what he would get.