armstrong-james·:
James sucked in a sharp breath, bracing himself for her question. He had spent hours with his case worker, rehearsing answers to pressing questions and accusations that were sure to come after returning from being gone for so long. For being gone under these circumstances. The Hamlin Group was under a microscope with the unveiling of the cure and it would be bad for business if they were exposed for their unethical practices. In all fairness to the Group, their lawyers had found enough loopholes for what they did, but they needed compliance from their test subjects. James was among the few paid handsomely for his silence or support– the two seemed one in the same at this point. When the opportunity was presented to him, it didn’t seem like much of a choice. He wondered if anyone refused to comply and where they were now. In his opinion, it was better to take the money and go home. Try and forget this ever happened.
But people couldn’t return from the dead without a few questions asked. That was part of the deal.
He stiffened when Alison talked about Kelsie, about the baby. It felt like a shard pierced through his heart. Those were the moments he wanted to be present for, to be the one who held Kelsie’s hand, who marvelled next to her at the first ultrasound and sonograms. He wanted to take Alison by the shoulders, grip her and tell her everything. That he didn’t want to be human again. That he wanted to be here but instead he was taken and tortured. But he bit his tongue, swallowing the bitter taste of lies, his integrity just a word and nothing put in practice anymore.
“Thank you for doing that. For being there for her,” he said, looking away and trying to keep his tone even. He was swarmed with regret, with guilt, with anger. But he couldn’t lose it over something like this. Then he wouldn’t be there for the birth of his child, he wouldn’t be able to take care of Kelsie. “I’m sorry it happened the way it did.” Was all he could manage to say before looking at Alison, his eyes pleading for her to not ask anything else. Those were his canned responses. Those were the Hamlin Group-approved things he could say and he couldn’t risk saying any more.
All of the fight drained out of her at once. She was left depleted and horrified that she’d unleashed five years of her own bullshit on him. It didn’t take a scholar to see the pain in his eyes, the pleading. She felt so much smaller now as she stood before him and shook her head. “I didn’t-- You don’t even know me. I’m sorry. That wasn’t... You didn’t deserve that. Not from me.”
Her eyes fell to her feet, gaze sweeping across the ground. It felt like a cop out to try and explain to him that she was taking her own experiences out on him. She had identified too closely with Kelsie that it was blurring the lines between reality and her perceived version of it. “I know what it’s like to lose someone you love, but I have no idea what it feels like to get them back. I’m sure it doesn’t require saying, but just don’t leave her again, okay? It’s hard enough to try and survive the first time.”












