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120_minutenTitel: Falling
Team: Weiß (Titanic)
Challenge: Angst: Unerwarteter Rückfall – Fürs Team
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Slash, Angst, SuperHeroAU
Warnungen: Canontypical Violence
Zusammenfassung: Dave confronts Aaron…
Wörter: ~600
Anmerkungen: Weil ich ja auch noch nicht genug AUs habe, die irgendwas anderes werden wollen. Immerhin will das Criminal-Minds-SuperheldenAU tatsächlich auch ein AU bleiben und kriecht nicht in Richtung Original. Be thankful for small favors, oder wie war das? Egal. Gehört jedenfalls irgendwie zu „Waiting“, aber fragt mich jetzt bitte nicht, wie genau. Ich kann euch sagen, dass es danach spielt und man vermutlich „Waiting“ gelesen haben sollte, um es auch nur ansatzweise zu verstehen.
Falling
“What the hell were you thinking?”
Dave balls his fists, reigns in his mind reading abilities with all his might. Yes, he could just take the answer from Aaron thoughts, but that would be wrong on so many levels, he doesn’t even contemplate it for a second. He wants Aaron to tell him himself.
“I took a dangerous unsub down.”
Aaron seems completely unfazed as he strips out of his blood-soaked shirt. He is not. Dave knows it. The skin might look as good as new already, but healing an injury like this, takes a toll on Aaron’s body. He is even paler than usual, almost white, and his fingers are shaking.
“You took an unsub down?”, repeats Dave incredulously. “You faced a maniac with a gun head on! You took three damn bullets to the chest! You almost died out there.”
He hasn’t planned on losing it like this, but damned, the images have been torturing him for the last hours. The unsubs face, this bizarre mask of hate and terror, his bulging eyes, the wide open mouth, screaming without a sound, spittle flying everywhere. The weapon, that appears in his hand all of a sudden. Three shots, fired in quick succession. Three bullets, every single one of the hitting their target. Shoulder, ribs, abdomen. Aaron, jerked around in the grotesque imitation of a pirouette, three blood-red marks blooming on his chest, dropping to the ground in a lifeless heap.
“Why, Aaron?” It’s the only question that matters, even though Dave isn’t really sure what he is asking about.
“I was the only one who could, Dave. He was devolving, Dave, and fast. We had to do something.”
Aaron states this so matter-of-factly as he buttons up his new shirt, one could just believe him. But even without using his mindreading abilities Dave knows the other man better. There is more to this than just Aaron making a rational decision. Much more.
‘I was the only one who could!’
Aarons word are echoing in Dave’s head and suddenly he’s back in the past, months ago, when he decided it was time to try an get Aaron out of his self-imposed exile. When Aaron was working to much, eating to little, fighting to hard, consciously or unconsciously working himself to death. He asked him the same question back then, and his answers were eerily similar.
‘Because I can, Dave. I’ve failed so many. My family, my team, you. It’s the only way I can make amends.’
“What happened, Aaron?”
Aaron stops, what he is doing, looks up. His eyes narrow inquisitively, momentarily taken aback by the question. Were the situation differently, maybe Dave would have the energy the be angry at Aaron for still not trusting him, not to read his mind. But as it is, he just shakes his head mildly.
“I’ve known you for years Aaron. With or without mindreading, you are an open book to me.”
A small nod, that’s all the acknowledgement Dave gets. Aaron continues to button up his shirt, stuffs it into his trousers and fastens his belt. He grabs his jacket and just as Dave thinks here conversation is over, he finally answers.
“I met Jack the other day.”
His voice is so soft, it’s almost inaudible. The raw pain behind this word is crushing Dave even though he tuned out his abilities the best he could. He doesn’t have to ask how it went, but Aaron tells him anyhow.
“He said, he has a new father now. One who isn’t a monster.”
Team: Weiß (Titanic)
Challenge: Angst: Unerwarteter Rückfall – Fürs Team
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Slash, Angst, SuperHeroAU
Warnungen: Canontypical Violence
Zusammenfassung: Dave confronts Aaron…
Wörter: ~600
Anmerkungen: Weil ich ja auch noch nicht genug AUs habe, die irgendwas anderes werden wollen. Immerhin will das Criminal-Minds-SuperheldenAU tatsächlich auch ein AU bleiben und kriecht nicht in Richtung Original. Be thankful for small favors, oder wie war das? Egal. Gehört jedenfalls irgendwie zu „Waiting“, aber fragt mich jetzt bitte nicht, wie genau. Ich kann euch sagen, dass es danach spielt und man vermutlich „Waiting“ gelesen haben sollte, um es auch nur ansatzweise zu verstehen.
Falling
“What the hell were you thinking?”
Dave balls his fists, reigns in his mind reading abilities with all his might. Yes, he could just take the answer from Aaron thoughts, but that would be wrong on so many levels, he doesn’t even contemplate it for a second. He wants Aaron to tell him himself.
“I took a dangerous unsub down.”
Aaron seems completely unfazed as he strips out of his blood-soaked shirt. He is not. Dave knows it. The skin might look as good as new already, but healing an injury like this, takes a toll on Aaron’s body. He is even paler than usual, almost white, and his fingers are shaking.
“You took an unsub down?”, repeats Dave incredulously. “You faced a maniac with a gun head on! You took three damn bullets to the chest! You almost died out there.”
He hasn’t planned on losing it like this, but damned, the images have been torturing him for the last hours. The unsubs face, this bizarre mask of hate and terror, his bulging eyes, the wide open mouth, screaming without a sound, spittle flying everywhere. The weapon, that appears in his hand all of a sudden. Three shots, fired in quick succession. Three bullets, every single one of the hitting their target. Shoulder, ribs, abdomen. Aaron, jerked around in the grotesque imitation of a pirouette, three blood-red marks blooming on his chest, dropping to the ground in a lifeless heap.
“Why, Aaron?” It’s the only question that matters, even though Dave isn’t really sure what he is asking about.
“I was the only one who could, Dave. He was devolving, Dave, and fast. We had to do something.”
Aaron states this so matter-of-factly as he buttons up his new shirt, one could just believe him. But even without using his mindreading abilities Dave knows the other man better. There is more to this than just Aaron making a rational decision. Much more.
‘I was the only one who could!’
Aarons word are echoing in Dave’s head and suddenly he’s back in the past, months ago, when he decided it was time to try an get Aaron out of his self-imposed exile. When Aaron was working to much, eating to little, fighting to hard, consciously or unconsciously working himself to death. He asked him the same question back then, and his answers were eerily similar.
‘Because I can, Dave. I’ve failed so many. My family, my team, you. It’s the only way I can make amends.’
“What happened, Aaron?”
Aaron stops, what he is doing, looks up. His eyes narrow inquisitively, momentarily taken aback by the question. Were the situation differently, maybe Dave would have the energy the be angry at Aaron for still not trusting him, not to read his mind. But as it is, he just shakes his head mildly.
“I’ve known you for years Aaron. With or without mindreading, you are an open book to me.”
A small nod, that’s all the acknowledgement Dave gets. Aaron continues to button up his shirt, stuffs it into his trousers and fastens his belt. He grabs his jacket and just as Dave thinks here conversation is over, he finally answers.
“I met Jack the other day.”
His voice is so soft, it’s almost inaudible. The raw pain behind this word is crushing Dave even though he tuned out his abilities the best he could. He doesn’t have to ask how it went, but Aaron tells him anyhow.
“He said, he has a new father now. One who isn’t a monster.”
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