This has been in my head for a while, but I was away, so I couldn't post it. Interesting story - while away, I was on a plane. And I was sitting down, waiting for my plane to board and I happened to look at my boarding pass. And the flight number? 627.
There were few moments in his life when Walter Bishop's son truly, deeply, and completely hated himself. This was one of them.
There were always moments when he hated certain things. Whenever he was with her, for instance, he hated the fact that every one of his instincts was screaming at him to run, because he was staying too long. And he hated that he had broken the law more times than he could count, and that he planned to continue doing it. Most times, he was ok with that, but not near her. Still, those were just parts of himself that he hated – he liked how he made her smile. How she would tell him things that hurt her, and that he made her feel better about them. He liked that she wanted him with her – that she needed him. And standing next to her, he even liked that he was Walter's son, because if he hadn't been, he never would have met her.
But right at this moment, he hated every single bit of himself. If he could, he would throw himself off the bridge he was standing on – but he couldn't even do that. Because there were thirty some odd feet and hundreds of people between him and that, and if he did, he wouldn't be sure she was safe. So he just stood there, behind the "yellow line" of safety barricades, hating himself with every fiber of his being.
Yes, it was true, that because of who he was, and the connections he had made in the past, he had managed to get information out of certain people. Information that had been vital in finding her. And because of who he was he was able to beat that man's face to a bloody pulp and not have to deal with the accusations of police brutality. So yes, his criminal background and lowly status had helped them find her. But that was just the point. They had found her – not him. Charlie got to rush in on his white horse and be the prince saving the princess, while Peter Bishop, civilian consultant to the FBI, watched from afar, covered in the grime of the streets.
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