This fic is written in two characters P.O.V; their names start the paragraphs so you know who it is :) enjoy, this is only my 2nd fan fic, and the first in the 'Cracked' category so please R&R, especially if you have ideas/ requests for this story or another.
Also this is just a one shot, probably written in 2-3 parts.
Daniella
She laid awake, stared at the ceiling and the childish glowing stars she had stuck around the skyline window. She picked up her phone from her bedside table (her alarm clock broke last week and she hadn't gotten around to finding a new one) 3:46am. She couldn't figure out why she couldn't sleep, it's not like she hadn't done anything all day, quite the opposite, chasing after a woman who'd they hadn't actually found, in the end they'd been told to go home at 11pm by Caligra. Daniella sighed and turned her back to her bedside table and stared at her bedroom door, wondering what the rest of the world was doing.
Aiden
His head turned to the alarm clock, 3:47am flashed red. "Still the same time" he thought to himself. He sighed rolled over and wondered about taking a shower. 'Nah, I might as well go for a run first'. He rolled over again, unsure of what to do with himself. The bed felt so lonely and empty, if only Liz was here then he could snuggle up with her, safe and happy- No not anymore, and never again he scolded himself. He felt so confused he thought he loved her but now he didn't just feel love towards her, he felt sad and resentful when he thought of her, he felt strung along, but a part of him still wanted to be with her anyway. He felt like something had broken between them, trust was like glass, the more cracks the more fragile it became you had to handle it with feather-light fingers.
He thought he had tried as hard as he could the relationship had been cracked even to his loving eyes, it wasn't that he didn't trust her, he just didn't trust himself, he was afraid that if he spoke to her, told her things then his soul would be revealed. That she'd see too much of him that he'd frighten her. He frightened himself sometimes. He didn't like to think of the things he'd done, he wanted to bear the burden alone, he didn't want someone else to have to share his guilt. He'd shot people, but just because he was the one with the badge, the one protecting people did that make it right? He closed his eyes now, hugging a pillow and wishing he wasn't so alone, left with the danger of only his thoughts for company.
Daniella
"I'm not Aiden, he's the one who never seems to sleep." Daniella whispered to herself, then smiled at the idea of him sleeping peacefully whilst she tossed and turned. She thought about sheep, counting them as they jumped over a moldy old gate, getting their wool caught occasionally. As her mind slipped into the in-between-state the next sheep that jumped over the gate changed. It had blood streaked across it's wool, it's baa-ing fearful. A wolf scampered up the gate behind it letting out a horrible howl then its eyes rested on her, a bloody grin spread across his face.
Daniella fought off the bed sheets she'd caught herself in, hair on the back of her neck still prickling. She sat with her legs over the side of her bed, the glow of city lights a friendly relief.
Until the howl of a wolf broke the quiet of her room, she jumped to her feet looking around desperately. No wolf, then a dramatic female scream and laughter pierced the air. The couple in the apartment next to her were having yet another movie marathon. She sighed, picking up a pair of jeans and making a decision.
Aiden
How many times had he rolled around now? What time was it? 3:49am. He blinked, the numbers danced, 4:00am. He lay on his front now, staring at his head board. He yawned, then rolled over, making his mind up about the jog. Pulling on sweat pants and a t-shirt he looked around for his jacket, pushing his leather work jacket, a pile of socks and some old shirts out of the way he eventually found it, gave it a whiff, cringed but then decided as he wasn't planing on stopping to speak anyone so it didn't matter. A minuet later he left his apartment, jogging down the three or four steps, this time in the morning was the quietest the city ever got. So he wouldn't have to worry about drunken idiots or the usual hustle and bustle. Following his usual route he soon found himself running by the water. Up ahead he sees his usual pause-for-a-stretch spot.
As he runs closer he sees the bench he sometimes leans on, only there's someone sitting on it, staring out across the water, a woman who he recognizes yet can't place. He stops, jogging on the spot wondering if it's Liz, but her hair is the wrong colour and length, he realizes who it is and subcontaneously smiles, jogging over.