Title: Out in the Rain
Rating: T
AU: Yes
Summary: What awaits us out in the rain…?
Spoilers: Maybe, but sense it's AU
Disclaimer: No.
It was raining. The sound of thunder reached her ears as the last streak of lightning left the sky, and the building shook with the force of the storm over it. Alex's fingers twitched against the bed sheets. He was out there. He could see her through the blankets, and he would find her. She needed-she needed to hide; to go away; to run. Her legs found a way out of the tangle of sheets. As her feet brushed the ground the thunder sounded again, and she stumbled from the bed. Her small body curled on impact with the cold floor. Her hands hit, and a small splinter of wood lodged into the flesh of her finger. Lightning flashed again, and she was up. Again, and Alex was brushing the door with her hands. Again, and she was turning the corner to leave the female ward. Again, and she was staring at Bobby's empty bed and vacated room. Again, and she fell forward onto his sheets.
Her body worked its way under the sheets until only the tips of her fingers would have been the only things seen had anyone been watching her trek to his room. Where was he-her protector? They had taken him. They had taken him, but he had-he had touched her. He had never done that. He wasn't supposed to do that, but he…
…The persistent hand brushed again at his shoulder. Bobby whimpered. The hand gripped his hand and squeezed. Where were they taking him now? Alex? Where they taking him farther away from Alex? His other hand tapped against the window. Bobby's body lurched as the SUV went over a bump and hit the ground. He groaned. The hand brushed against his temple, and he pulled his knees up to his chest. Why were they doing this-this small bit of comfort? Was it another trick? Why would they want to make him feel better when they were just taking him farther away from her? They couldn't be sorry. Bobby's finger's stopped.
They were protecting Alex. They were protecting her from him. Alex was letting them protect her? She didn't need him. Alex didn't need him. His muscles tightened and his heart contracted. The hand brushed through his hair again.
"It's all right, Bobby. We're taking you back to Alex. We know you didn't hurt her, and that you were protecting her. You didn't hurt her. We're taking you back to her."
Bobby looked up at Margaret Eames with wide, unbelieving eyes. They were taking him back? He hadn't hurt her? His eyes never met Margaret's, but she got the message.
"Bobby, it's all right. We're taking you back to her, Bobby. We're taking you back to Alex."
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Alex whimpered softly under the blankets. She couldn't let him find her. She couldn't let him know she was afraid. She had to be strong. She had to protect herself from him. Her fingers tightened on the blankets. She wanted Bobby; she wanted to feel his presence next to her. The sheets no longer carried his scent, and the room no longer had his spirit. There was dust on the window pane. Lightning flashed again, and Alex was drawn to the sprinkling of grey dust on the glass. No, that wasn't right. That shouldn't be there. Alex's fingers loosened and twisted the sheets again. Bobby wouldn't let that happen.
Then, it was all gone. The storm, the fear was no longer front in her mind. It was all Bobby. Bobby would never have left it like this, and she slid out of the bed gingerly-the fear there subconsciously. She padded over to window. Her feet caught in cloth and for a second her mind went in to panic mode. Her body tensed, and then she jumped to her feet in unbelievable speed. She turned, faced her attacker, and tripped yet again over a t-shirt that had been left on the ground. She stared at it. Lowering herself to her knees she cautiously picked up the dark grey shirt that she had known so well when Bobby had been here. He wouldn't have left it on the floor. Alex kneeled and pulled it to her face. She breathed in. Bobby; it was Bobby, and it was all she had left of him. She pulled it on over her shirt, and then returned to the window. The thunder hit the building again, but she went towards the window anyways. Her body tensed as the lightning flashed outside and illuminated a tree outside, but she reached out with her right hand. Her fingers traced small lines in the dust until she could see herself reflected in it. She stared into the glass and saw the lightning…
…Flashing in the background of the building that was a home that had offered a dreamy protection for Bobby. He watched the building as they approached, and Margaret continued on brushing her hand through his hair.
"See? We really are sending you back to her. You're her protector, right?" Bobby turned towards her, but kept his eyes cast downward. She sighed. "Bobby, you can look at me." He shook his head, and Margaret began to wonder what had happened to him to make him so submissive, yet guilty and protective. His child-like innocence was so acute and out there that she couldn't imagine what had frozen him in that mind set. She touched his hand again. "I trust that you'll protect her, Bobby. I really do. I'm glad that you were chosen one." His hands stilled for once, and she was again reminded of the barely restrained energy within his body. He nodded. She tightened her hand on his, and the soft, gentle squeeze she got back surprised her. She smiled. He kept his eyes down, but the small smile crossing his lips made her hope that maybe he was the answer to her daughter, and maybe her daughter was the answer to him.
The drive around the woods surrounding The Ridge took little more than two minutes, but for Bobby it was a lifetime and more. This was his Alex. He had to see her. She was there, and he was so close. The energy in his body was slowly bubbling to the top, but he was so close to her again. She had forgiven him. They had been the ones to say it, but they were being nice. Maybe they weren't so bad; maybe they wanted to help him, and they others were just the bad ones. He smiled-he was going back to Alex.
They led him through the halls of the building. So close…
…to the window that her breath was fogging up the glass. She continued to trace the window. Bobby would never have let the dust settle like this. She glanced around the room, and began to sink back into herself. Bobby-he was gone. She collapsed onto the sill and bent her head to her knees. She buried her nose into the collar of the shirt, and her eye lids fluttered. Bobby-she wanted him back, and she wanted him back now. She breathed his scent in again.
"Bobby…"
"Alex." Her head jerked up. There, in the doorway, Bobby stood with his head bowed, and his body still. His eyes widened, but he never broke eye contact with her. He stumbled to her with all of the energy leaping from his body. Bobby's body folded over itself, and he knelt before her. His knees hit the cold floor with no sound, and his hands ignored the layer of dust collecting of the tile. He stayed there with all the sense of a man bowing to royalty and begging for pardon.
Robert Goren was back.
TBC
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