Ian && Yassen
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Slowly, the taller man folded the papers and gently put it back in the envelope. Ian was watching him intently. His letter was longer, but Yassen read his twice, to make sure ha had not missed anything.
"He'd be safer with you."
Ian nodded his head, for lack of anything to say.
"Or at least you'll be able to raise him in a better environment. I would not want him to be around the likes of my people."
Ian frowned, "Your people? Mind you, we're living in the same world. Besides, even if I gave him to you, you would not allow that. You'd probably lock him in a warehouse until he turns of age."
Yassen cracked a small smile, but he soon turned grim again.
"He is better off with you – I would not be able to show him the same affections that John had for his own son, unlike you. I do not have enough time."
Yassen did not need further explanations, as Ian completely understood him. The Russian was only trying to convince himself that this was the better choice, that Ian was the better choice.
"Protect him."
Ian nodded, his expression turning serious again.
"Love him."
Ian maintained the eye contact with Yassen. He knew that after this, they could not risk another meeting for quite a while.
"Raise him how you think John and Helen would have."
"Of course."
"And don't let him ever forget how brave his parents were, and how much they loved him."
"Never. And what about you?"
"He does not need my presence in his life. If he ever will, then I will be there. As of now, leave me out of it."
"Do I tell him... about everything?"
"He is your charge, and that is your decision to make, Ian. If you think the time is right, then maybe you should."
Ian stood up and stretched, bones popping. "I can't believe I'm asking parenting advice from a contract killer. This just proves how my superb skills as a parent will be. Maybe... "
Yassen looked at him with all seriousness. "John chose you for a reason, Ian. Don't let him down. Don't let Alex down.
I know you grew up with John taking care of you, but he has told me that how through your teenage years he has already seen you as a man. He was so proud that you took care of yourself as if you were your own person. If you could handle yourself, then raising a little Rider demon would be no problem."
Ian gave a soft smile, already imagining what kind of hell Alex would raise in his quiet abode. Thank God he decided to get a two-floor house. If Alex was going to be the same boy he and John were in their childhood, then all hell would surely break loose, and maybe a little more.
"So..." Ian trailed off, but it was never an awkward silence between Yassen and him. Even the first time John had left them together they had gotten well on. Their personalities were almost polar opposites, but it was as if they cancelled each other out, balancing them.
Yassen met Ian's eyes under his lashes. They did not need words to be exchanged for this moment of mutual peace. They still had a long day until they would have to separate, and they wanted to spend it like the old days, minus a member of the trio. It was their first time together since John's death, but he was still united and present in his letters that he left for the two, younger men.
At the same time, they stood up and headed for the living room. Yes, just like the old days, because they both knew that once this day was over, there would be no telling what could happen as promises are kept and broken. Today, though, promises were just made, and they would not dwell on the past or the future. This moment was theirs to live.
End.
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It's a one shot that was supposed to be part of my spy_fest entry. But then I changed it. It was a series of one shots that I never completed. I might add some of the other one shots that I've finished. I felt sad for just leaving this in my folder for around 3 months.
Also, it's only slash if you want it to be.