Aidan Waite (nogarlic) wrote in reality_crisis, @ 2013-05-07 15:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, aidan waite, evey hammond, peter petrelli |
Met again (Evey, later Peter)
Aidan couldn't say exactly why he was in the ruins. Eric had not told him to be. Ever since he'd helped to destroy the wendigo, though, he'd felt the need to come back out. Perhaps he was looking to be a hero again, save somebody again, make sure that the citizens of New Troy didn't have anything more to worry about. This was the lie that he told himself. The reality, and he knew it, deep down he knew it, was that he was looking for Dean. He wanted to know if his friend was his friend again. He wanted to know if he could return to die Festung and start the process of rebuilding what he had broken.
If not Dean, then maybe he would see Sam. He could ask the taller Winchester about his brother, find out how he felt now. If the saving had done anything to lessen the anger that Dean felt about the betrayal. If maybe Dean were relaxing a bit more on his kill-on-sight stance, or if it had just been that day. If saving Sam had bought Aidan just that one day of peace and familiarity.
They were hunters. They couldn't stay in the city to kill off the things that they didn't want to see in this world. They would have to venture out. Aidan just hoped that they wouldn't be venturing out for him, specifically. He didn't think that Sam would do anything to help. He didn't think that Sam would even accompany Dean on a task like that. He didn't seem to want to, and Fred wouldn't want him to, either. That didn't mean that Dean wouldn't. He knew that. It made his heart ache to know, but lying to himself might just end up with one of them dead.
Out in the ruins, he could escape. He could run. He didn't have to risk Pam or Eric, or even John, seeing the confrontation and aiming to kill Dean because he'd attacked not only another vampire, but somebody they'd given their protection to. In the ruins, Dean would remain safe past his expressed anger. It would make Aidan sad to know that was how his friend still felt, it would crush him to see the backslide into the hurt and determination that had mixed in Dean that day in his apartment. But at least then, he would know.
He heard the sound of a pack of wild dogs, not having any fear of them for himself, just noting where they were so that he wouldn't have to deal with them. He didn't think there was anybody else out here. Not now. As much as he hoped to turn a corner and run into Dean again, Aidan didn't think that was going to happen today.