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[#162] I'm Not Gonna Stand Here and Wait (Original)
Theme Prompt: #162 - Hero
Title: I’m Not Gonna Stand Here and Wait
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 632
Summary: Deirdre comes to Aaron for a favor.
Walking up to his office first thing in the morning and finding Deirdre on the doorstep is not how Aaron wants to start his day. Unfortunately for him, however, that’s how this one is starting. She looks shifty, bouncing from one foot to the other as she plays with the ends of her curly red hair. Aaron hasn’t known Deirdre as long as some, but he knows her well enough to know when things are going well, versus things going poorly.
This is going poorly.
“Dee.”
“Aaron.” She smiles as she reaches behind her and picks up a to-go cup from the stairs behind her. “I brought you a coffee.” She then pauses and pulls a wax paper to-go bag out of her pocket. “And a danish.”
Yep, things are definitely going poorly. Not going to stop him from taking her offerings, though.
“What did you do?”
“I need your help.”
“That’s not an answer to my question.” He lets them both into the office and once the door is closed, the desperation comes to play on her face.
“You’re my only hope.”
Aaron rubs his forehead in frustration. Because that? That is not what he wants to hear. Not from anyone, but certainly not from Deirdre, who last he checked is a full grown woman with her own magic and capabilities. If she’s coming to him saying that he’s her only hope of getting out of all of this intact, then she is weil and truly up shit’s creek.
“Me?”
“You, Obi-Wan. Now, are you going to help me or not?”
“What did you do?”
Deirdre looks offended. “Why do you assume I did this to myself?” Aaron just gives her a look in return and she huffs. “I didn’t! I was walking along, minding my own business, and trouble just fell into my lap.”
Aaron continues to level her with a look, letting the silence speak for itself. Give Deirdre enough silence and she’ll undo herself, but it takes time and patience. So he waits. And waits. And waits, until —
“Okay, so I might have picked a fight. Might. But it was a fight that was well deserved!”
“That’s what I thought. Let’s take this from the beginning. Again.”
“I was working in a bar last night, and this girl was getting aggressively manhandled by some dickwad, so I did something about it.”
“And by doing something about it, you mean?”
“I may have charmed him into picking a bar fight with someone else so I could get the girl out.”
“Okay.”
“I got the girl out and then I went home.”
“Sounds like everything went fine.”
“It did. Until the goon remembered I worked there, and today he showed up looking for me. Knows that I, and I quote, ‘fucked with his head’ and he says that he won’t out me to the rest of the world if I do some much less than legal things for him.”
“Does he know what you are?”
“Doubtful. He’s too dumb for that. But he knows enough that he could be dangerous.”
Aaron nods, because he doesn’t disagree. “Got a name for the guy?”
She nods, before fishing a business card out of her pocket. “I can’t have it getting out that I’m here, Aaron. The guy may not know the information he has, but if he says the wrong thing to the wrong person—”
“I know, Dee. I know.” Aaron takes the card from her. Name, number and address—everything he needs. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Thank you.” She leans in to pull him into a hug. “You’re my hero.”
He doesn’t think there’s anything really heroic about this, but he’ll take the accolades all the same. He just hopes he doesn’t wind up with more bruises than necessary.
Title: I’m Not Gonna Stand Here and Wait
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 632
Summary: Deirdre comes to Aaron for a favor.
Walking up to his office first thing in the morning and finding Deirdre on the doorstep is not how Aaron wants to start his day. Unfortunately for him, however, that’s how this one is starting. She looks shifty, bouncing from one foot to the other as she plays with the ends of her curly red hair. Aaron hasn’t known Deirdre as long as some, but he knows her well enough to know when things are going well, versus things going poorly.
This is going poorly.
“Dee.”
“Aaron.” She smiles as she reaches behind her and picks up a to-go cup from the stairs behind her. “I brought you a coffee.” She then pauses and pulls a wax paper to-go bag out of her pocket. “And a danish.”
Yep, things are definitely going poorly. Not going to stop him from taking her offerings, though.
“What did you do?”
“I need your help.”
“That’s not an answer to my question.” He lets them both into the office and once the door is closed, the desperation comes to play on her face.
“You’re my only hope.”
Aaron rubs his forehead in frustration. Because that? That is not what he wants to hear. Not from anyone, but certainly not from Deirdre, who last he checked is a full grown woman with her own magic and capabilities. If she’s coming to him saying that he’s her only hope of getting out of all of this intact, then she is weil and truly up shit’s creek.
“Me?”
“You, Obi-Wan. Now, are you going to help me or not?”
“What did you do?”
Deirdre looks offended. “Why do you assume I did this to myself?” Aaron just gives her a look in return and she huffs. “I didn’t! I was walking along, minding my own business, and trouble just fell into my lap.”
Aaron continues to level her with a look, letting the silence speak for itself. Give Deirdre enough silence and she’ll undo herself, but it takes time and patience. So he waits. And waits. And waits, until —
“Okay, so I might have picked a fight. Might. But it was a fight that was well deserved!”
“That’s what I thought. Let’s take this from the beginning. Again.”
“I was working in a bar last night, and this girl was getting aggressively manhandled by some dickwad, so I did something about it.”
“And by doing something about it, you mean?”
“I may have charmed him into picking a bar fight with someone else so I could get the girl out.”
“Okay.”
“I got the girl out and then I went home.”
“Sounds like everything went fine.”
“It did. Until the goon remembered I worked there, and today he showed up looking for me. Knows that I, and I quote, ‘fucked with his head’ and he says that he won’t out me to the rest of the world if I do some much less than legal things for him.”
“Does he know what you are?”
“Doubtful. He’s too dumb for that. But he knows enough that he could be dangerous.”
Aaron nods, because he doesn’t disagree. “Got a name for the guy?”
She nods, before fishing a business card out of her pocket. “I can’t have it getting out that I’m here, Aaron. The guy may not know the information he has, but if he says the wrong thing to the wrong person—”
“I know, Dee. I know.” Aaron takes the card from her. Name, number and address—everything he needs. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Thank you.” She leans in to pull him into a hug. “You’re my hero.”
He doesn’t think there’s anything really heroic about this, but he’ll take the accolades all the same. He just hopes he doesn’t wind up with more bruises than necessary.