Before Dawn FA
Title: Before Dawn
Author: Jen
Pairing: Flack/Aiden
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: All for Season Two. This is a tad bit AU- Aiden survives Pratt's attempt. I'll go more into this theory a little later. This just came to me before I went to bed.
Words: 518
A/N: Kinda nervous about this. :x And I don't know why. XD
She runs to the street, her head tilted to the sky as lips part to feel the cool rush of the rain, her body giving in to the heavens as a way to wash the death from her aching flesh. The thunder rolls, the lighting flashes and she feels her veins electrify inside, a sense of high awakening her.
He stands a couple feet away, hidden beneath the comfort of the umbrella as he watches her with inquisitive interest. He notices how this is suddenly becoming a new phenomenon with her – small dances in circles filled with the reassurance of fate – as he keeps chained to earth in his small corner under the umbrella.
It's well past midnight but as they both know, New York never sleeps. He begins to wonder the last time that the two of them were both able to fall asleep peacefully – he blames that on the city while she confides that it's all because of Pratt– and even though he knows the two of them are at a peaceful bliss in the rain, he can not help but wonder what is to come once they step back inside.
She turns her delicate features to him, full lips curved into a perfect and peaceful smile as she outstretches an open palm to him, commanding and demanding that he too joins her. It's a special gift they share – communicating through actions – and he just offers her a sad and small smile, indicating that her peaceful bliss is not that of the immortality that she dreams of.
"Baby," he says gently, guiding her back to him, "let's call it a night, 'kay? You're drenching wet and if you stay out here too long, you're gonna catch a cold."
It only causes her smirk to widen as she reaches to the hem of her shirt and pulls it over and off her head, revealing the small white tank top that she wore underneath. "It feels nice, Don." She assures him, throwing her head back so that damped brown hair could easily fall down the bare skin of her back. "If you would step out from that god damned umbrella, you would know what I'm talkin' about."
The thunder roars above them and the lighting flashes just enough so that he can see the wide smirk lingering across her face.
"Aiden…"
"Don."
Another flash of lighting and now she's laughing, brown hair sticking to the sides of her face as she twirls around, arms spread out as if she was a bird in her own small and secured world.
He takes a step backwards so that he's resting himself against the brick wall, the sound of heavy rain pounding against his ears mixed with her serene laughter. If this was what love felt like, then he'd take it over anything any day.
FIN.
