Authors Note: Just a quick one-shot to get this idea out of my head. This series was the inspiration for Devil Inside :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Chasing Yesterday. Robin Wasserman does.
I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue
I'm sorry about all things I said to you
And I know, I cant take it back
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby, the way you make my world go round
And I just wanted to say, I'm sorry
-Buckcherry, Sorry
Crouched behind one of the many cars in the parking lot of a seemingly normal shopping center, Daniel waited. He knew she was in there. He knew she was in trouble, but all he could do was stay put. He started to think back, back to when he first met her in The Center. She had been the only one who didn't torment him. He tried so hard to ignore her, to pretend that she was invisible, that the fact that she actually gave a damn didn't matter. Only it did. It mattered more than anything. Still, he tried to go about his day normally,as feigning ignorance to everyone around him. She wouldn't have that. She pushed her way into his life, not leaving any room for protest. She stuck with him, and he found that he enjoyed her company. Then it all got shot to hell. They came. They told her that her name was Alexa. They told her that she had a family, that she was safe. They lied. Her name wasn't Alexa. She, as far as they knew didn't have a family. She wasn't even close to being safe as long as they were around. She was taken away and the last time he saw her, she had been drugged and almost kidnapped. Just before that, they made a plan. He was going to help her get answers. He was going to help her escape. He was going to help her get her life back. Daniel was jolted out of his thoughts when the back door to Dr. Styron's office opened. His heart froze in his chest. She was lying, unconscious, on a gurney that was being wheeled into the back of a white van. Did he mention she was wearing a straight jacket? He watched, trying to swallow the anger that was building along with the bile in the back of his throat, as that woman, the woman who dared call herself her mother, taunted her as she began to wake up. Then she had a tranq gun held to her head, and that was when he snapped. He pushed the woman aside just as she pulled the trigger, causing the shot to sound with a loud crack. It was worth it to see her eyes fill with relief, to see her disbelieving look as he fumbled with the buckles on the straight jacket.
"Daniel, what--"
"Don't talk, just run."
They two of them sat on the train in silence. The tension between them was thick, her feeling ashamed and him feeling guilty for making her feel ashamed.
"Why did you come back for me?" She whispered so low that he almost didn't hear it.
He didn't answer. Wasn't it obvious? He would do anything for her. He'd follow her anywhere as long as it meant she would be safe.
"Daniel?"
His answer was leaning over and kissing her softly. He expected her to pull away. She didn't. They continued to kiss until oxygen became an issue. They both pulled back, blushing furiously.
"I'm sorry, JD." He said sincerely.
She smiled gratefully at him a light blush still coloring her cheeks.
"Me too."