Author's Notes – Still hate the new account layout.

Summary - Tommy. Zedd. Rain. Musings.…yep that's pretty much all there is to it.

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Embracing the Storm

Zedd

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Waiting for him to come and face me as I know he will, I watch as the children leave the building and grounds. Some hurrying through the storm to their cars, others darting between trees, most hiding under coats and umbrellas, but all doing their best to avoid the natural chaos around them. All cowering, all recoiling, all trying to elude the storm, all that is except him.

Watching as the man steps outside, eyes focused souly on me, Mother Nature's fury doing nothing to faze him, I stay where I am waiting patiently as he crosses the grounds separating us. Shielded by nothing but his own clothing, his spiked locks mating due to the water and his glass now safely tucked away, he moves slowly but steadily to me, the power coursing through him and even despite our still present distance sparking against my own.

Stopping no more then a foot or two away he studies me closely before finally speaking. "Why are you here?"

Smiling slightly at his question, not truly surprised it's not one of concern over who I am, or what I want, most likely because who I am makes no matter to him, nor does wants, it's information about my mission he's after, assuming I have one that is.

"Same reason as you. I can't stop."

Raising a brow in surprise, but otherwise giving no indication that I've taken him off guard, he is fast to recover. "I'm not in the mood for games."

"You never were. It's been a long time Thomas, too long."

Brain locking onto who I am now, as he places the use of the true version of his name with the feel of my power, he gives a soft snort, though doesn't back down. "Zedd."

Bowing slightly in greeting, I mimic his calm demeanor. "Thomas."

"Why now?"

Taking the question at face value, I answer with a shrug. "I wanted to see you."

"Why?"

"You know why." And he does too, he carries the same demons unresolved problems that I do, the kind that can only be held back of dealt with when able to face them with another like yourself.

"It's not a good time Zedd." Relaxing a bit, but still wisely on guard for any false moves, he really has become quite intelligent in his later years.

"It never is. Not for people like us."

"People like us." Mouth quirking into a half smirk, he looks at me curiously once more. "And just what sort of people are we?"

"You're not a child anymore Thomas, you learned the answer to that a long time ago." When he doesn't respond or give any indication that he agrees or not, I lean forward enough so that my breath is against his ear. "The ones that are lost."

Staying where he is, his response is just as quiet, but no less stern. "I'm not lost."

"You are, you always have been. We both have. But we don't have to be." Breathing him in, that combination of power and pain that makes my head swim, I move to press a kiss to his lips only to have him place a strong hand on my chest, pushing me back slowly but firmly.

"No."

"Why?" My voice betraying me ever so slightly, I mentally curse myself as I can see he is attuned enough to notice.

"Two wrongs don't make a right."

Barking out a laugh at his comment, I shake my head as a very unpleasant feeling wells up in my chest. "Says who?"

"I can't give you what you need now Zedd. Maybe if you'd said something sooner, before it got to this point. Before I got to this point." Turning to leave, he pauses before heaving a soft sigh and looking back at me. "You say I'm lost, I'm not lost, I've just got no desire to be found anymore. I'm sorry. Good bye Zedd."

Watching him leave, my vision blurry from water that I know isn't from the storm, I wait until he's out of site before moving away myself. He's grown up, and unfortunately now that he's become the man I want, I'm not the one he needs.

The End