It was absolutely, 100% completely stupid. 'Idiot' flashed as a warning in his head over and over again but the moment he saw her tumble down those steps and hit her head he knew he couldn't stay away.
So he carried an un-concious Alisha back to his flat and laid her in his bed. He checked the cut on her head and carefully removed her shoes and jacket before draping a blanket over her. He hoped that his sheets would smell like her when he went to bed that night.
He took a shower to provide a distraction. He needed to distract himself from the potential damage he would do when she wakes up and discovers who he is. He also needs to distract himself from her, in his bed, a sight he never thought he would see again. He adjusts the faucet so the water is frigid and focuses on the chill and discomfort so that he doesn't crawl into bed and kiss every patch of exposed skin on her body like the old days.
This Alisha didn't know him yet but he would still happily take a bullet for her... and he will soon.
He hasn't smiled this much in months, not since he was back in his time. But every time she does something familiar, like play with his ear lobe or calls him a prick in a tone that is far more affectionate that mean, he gets a rush of warmth and happiness because it feels like before he lost her if only for a moment.
He hates that he is so closed off to her about who he is and what he likes because she needs to get to know the him that he was.
He wants to tell her so many things, explain how all consuming and intense their love will be. He wonders if she realizes it already. After all he traveled back through time for her. However, He is certain that she will figure it out when the bullet hits him instead of her.
He wonders if it would matter. He could tell Alisha to go find the old him(or present him for her) and tell him what they will be. Tell her all about the perils of fame and the kid with the cheese power and the story of how he can touch her.
The future would be different but maybe for the better. He weighs the risk while she sleeps in his arms. He wonders if he'd lose his virginity to Alisha instead. He wonders if the person he was could handle the information. He wonders if Alisha would still fall in love with him.
In the end he decides it's too much to leave to chance. He will die and she will wait and he is sorry for that.
Watching her walk out the door when he knows it will be the last time he will see her (apart from his impending death) is sickening. His skin is crawling and every nerve in his body screams for him to stop her for one more moment or one more kiss or one more touch. But if he gives in just once he will never give her up.
He would take her away. Las Vegas, Paris or fucking Antarctica, he wouldn't care if she was with him. Instead, he takes the lone photo he brought and tacks it to the wall.
She wouldn't know just yet that it was taken on the best day of his life. He took her to Las Vegas for her 23rd birthday, a whole week so she had time to see everything she had always wanted. They eloped on the second day and honey-mooned the rest of the week away.
He had never been so happy, had so much fun or felt so care free but their time ran out too soon and he lost her. He became consumed with getting her back. He no longer worried whether he used his powers for good or bad. It was all irrelevant to him if it meant he could be with her.
She didn't know the lengths he went to to get back here, to work out the details of when to interfere and when to hide. He hopes she never will. He hopes that the him that exists now will never have to become quite like him, never know that heartache and desperation. He wants this version of him to live a long and happy life with her.
And it's that desire and the memory of how happy she made him when he was far from the man he is now that makes dying in her arms feel so perfect.