I'd like to thank auraspirit157 for inspiring this one. Hopefully I'll do this idea some justice!

I threw in an extra character of mine because well, Defalt needs a friend to cry on. We all do.

Aiden groaned as rolled over, shoved his head under a pillow and softly cursed under his breath, damning the early risers of Chicago to a painful death. The sounds of horns and shouting were like nails on a chalkboard to the vigilante at the moment. He started to silently punish himself for letting himself be lured out to a bar by Jordi, Clara and T-Bone. There were no promises of anything and there wasn't a gun to his head, though Jordi could have easily had one hidden on him somewhere.

How much did I drink exactly? He mentally asked himself. Probably more than he should have. But they were insistent that he cut loose a little and have some fun. There was no need to always be so uptight and serious. So, they went a little bar located in Brandon Docks and had some drinks. Aiden didn't remember a damn thing.

Just...fuck all this. I'm never going to drink with them again. Next step, find my phone and hire a fixer to take them all out for doing this to me.

Aiden slowly rose up from the bed and rubbed his eyes. He looked over to his left and saw his phone sitting on the end table. He grabbed it and opened it up to see that he had a few missed calls and text messages from his sister, Clara and JB. The vigilante tilted his head as he brought up the text messages from his partner. A smile formed on his face.

From: JB
Aiden! I hope you have fun drinking! Lol It's about time you relaxed.
(Sent at 9:14 pm)

From: JB
Aiden... when are you coming home? The bed's cold.
(Sent at 1:56 am)

From: JB
Seriously... where are you? Did you stay with one of them?
(Sent at 8:49 am)

The last one was the one that got him because when he glanced at the clock on his phone. It was only 9:22 in the morning. If he wasn't at home with JB then where was he exactly? It confused the vigilante, even more so when the covers on the bed started to shift and he wasn't even moving. Aiden was almost afraid to look over.

Please, please tell me I didn't do what I think I did. He inwardly screamed at himself as he turned his head to the right and saw a mop of messy hair that was far too long to JB's. Panic and horror filled him as he realized that he had done what he didn't he want to do: He had betrayed his partner during his drunk state of mind.

How the hell could I do this? JB is going to kill me! I'm going to kill those assholes... slowly and painfully.

Just as he was about to get up an arm was thrown across his lap. He finally got a look at the face of the one he had slept with. It was a pretty attractive woman. There was a silly grin on her face. Aiden brought up her information on her profiler and saw that she was a night walker, a prostitute. He had cheated on his boyfriend with some cheap Chicago whore?

This is definitely not happening. It can't be! Aiden thought as he shoved the woman away and started to look around the dirty room for his clothes. He ignored her pleas to come back to the bed as he yanked on his pants then his shirt and jacket. They reeked of alcohol and cheap perfume. He grabbed his hat and his phone and fled out the door. Just as he made to the bottom of the stairs his phone went off again. He looked at it and saw that it was an unknown number.

From: Unknown
Aiden Pearce... you've betrayed my best friend. What you did is unforgivable and if you ever come near him again I'll do things to you that you didn't know were possible.
Attachment File: Pic
(Sent at 9:34 am)

When he opened the file and his eyes widened. The picture was of him and the woman that was still in the room he had just left. She was sitting in his lap with her arms around her neck and lips to his cheek. Aiden's hand was resting on her hip and there as a goofy, drunken grin on his face. Guilt washed over him.

How did JB see that? Who even took the picture? Let's see if I can figure this out on my own. Aiden concentrated hard on his phone as he started to trace the origin of the picture on his phone. A phone number and a familiar face came up. It was Jordi. Of course the fixer was behind it. Aiden groaned as he tucked his phone into his pocket and began to hunt down an abandoned vehicle he could borrow so he could get home and make things right with JB.

First, I need to make a stop.

Nicky was a bit surprised when her brother showed up on her doorstep. It was an unexpected visit but not unwelcome. Jacks had been so happy to see his uncle. The young boy practically charged at him. Aiden grinned and hugged his nephew tightly. They had seen each other last weekend but it felt like forever. Nicole patted her brother on the back and opened her arms, demanding a hug too.

"This is very unlike you, Aiden. You usually call or something." They broke apart and she looked at him suspiciously. He just grinned a bit though deep down he was hurting. "What brings you here? Is there anything wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong, I promise. I'm here because I'm looking for something. I know we brought it here when we made, you know, the big move." He was referring to their move from Ireland to Chicago. "I haven't seen it since-" His words died but Nicky knew he meant Lena's death.

"What are you looking, Uncle Aiden?" Jacks asked as he tugged on his uncle's sleeve. The vigilante smiled and crouched down to his nephew's size.

"Do you remember when you and Lena were both really little and how you couldn't sleep at night sometimes?" Jacks looked like he was struggling to remember but then he nodded his head. "Well, do you also remember how you got to sleep?"

"I think so, yeah. Mom used to call you up and ask you to come over and-" Jacks' eyes widened. "You're looking for your guitar! I know exactly where it is! Mom keeps it in her closet. She wanted to put it in storage but I told her no!" The kid bolted off down the hallway leaving his mother and his uncle in the living room.

"Aiden, you haven't played that thing in over a year. The last time you played it was at Lena's sixth birthday." Nicky had a sad smile on her face as she remembered when her brother played the instrument and Lena did her little dance for anyone who watched. "So, are you doing to tell me what's going on? Why do you need your guitar?"

"Look, Nik... I fucked up bad. I cheated on my partner," Aiden mumbled. Nicole's eyes widened. She was about to hit her brother for being such a pig but she saw the look on his face. It was heart breaking. "I want to make it up to h-her." He almost let it slip that he was dating a man.

"And where does the guitar come in?"

"She's always wanted to hear me play it but I've always denied her for whatever reason. The excuses aren't good enough. So I thought that maybe if I played it for her she'll forgive me," The vigilante whispered softly. "It's worth a shot, right?"

As those words left his mouth Jacks came running out with a black case. He held it out for his uncle with a smile. Aiden accepted it with a soft thank you and patted the boy on the head. He looked at Nicky once more. She smiled and hugged him tightly, whispering softly in his ear,

"He'll forgive you."

A kiss was pressed to his cheek and they broke apart. Aiden stared at his sister with shock. She had figured it out despite his attempts to cover it all up. The vigilante backed away slowly before walking out. Before the door closed he heard her voice again,

"Bring your partner around sometime! Jacks and I want to meet them!"

JB had left a friend's house not that long ago. Her name was Aleks and she was a fellow hacker as well as the bartender at Dot ConneXion. They were pretty close. He had run to her for comfort and showed her what he had found. She had promised to do bodily harm to Aiden but he begged her not to. She settled for a violent text message. The subject was dropped afterwards. They shared a cup of tea, played a few video games and even made a bit of music together. Then he left with a promise to give her a call later on in the week. Now he was sitting on the floor in his old apartment with his back pressed against the wall.

There was nothing left to it really except for a few holes where his DedSec poster used to hang and a few pieces of furniture covered in a thick layer of dust. The DJ sighed as he hugged his legs tightly and rested his forehead against his knees.

I was a fool to think that I could have had him for myself. I should have known that he'd want to do better than me eventually. I mean, he's the vigilante. Of course he'd want a beautiful woman. I'm just... a no good rat. Defalt hated thinking this way but it couldn't be helped. He thought that the relationship he had with Aiden was special, that they would actually last.

"I should have know better," He whispered to himself.

A few moments passed. The room was silent save for his soft breathing. Even his mind went quiet. There wasn't a thought floating around in his mind. He just sat there with his sadness as company. A few times he thought he was going to fall asleep and he had debated giving in. There was no way he going to go back to the apartment in the Mad Mile.

Even if all my stuff is there. God damn it, I at least need to get my- His thoughts were cut short by a strange sound. Is that, is that a guitar I hear?

JB slowly got to his feet and approached the window. He peered down and looked around but there was nothing to be seen. So, he opened it up and found the sound was actually a lot closer than he assumed. The DJ looked up.

Is it coming from the roof? Defalt didn't even bother with shutting the window as he walked out of the apartment and headed for the roof. When he reached the door he hesitated for just a second before grabbing the knob and tearing it open. He didn't have to go far. Sitting dead ahead was Aiden's familiar figure. The man was sitting with one leg crossed over the other and in his hands was an acoustic guitar. His fingers were manipulating the strings with such finesse. The sound was beautiful.

Aiden didn't even look up as JB approached him. The DJ sunk to his knees and listened to the music the vigilante created. He knew his partner could play but he didn't know it was this level of expertise. It was stunning. He could hear the apology in the notes. Was Aiden doing this because he was guilty? Was he asking for forgiveness through music? JB didn't know at the moment. His eyes were fixed on the way those fingers plucked the strings, it was almost too natural, like the way he handled his smartphone. There was no hesitation, no doubt, just confidence and talent. The music finally stopped and their eyes connected.

"JB, I'm-" Aiden was silenced by Defalt's fingertips.

"Don't say another word," Defalt whispered as he carefully took the guitar and set it aside. He straddled his partner's lap and wrapped his arms around the older man's neck tightly. "I forgive you."

"I still want to say-" His words were killed by a quick, passionate kiss.

"Don't say a word. Just keep playing for me," Defalt whispered as he re-positioned himself on Aiden's lap so he was sitting sideways. It allowed the vigilante to pick up the guitar and he began to play once more.