For What It’s Worth || Dash Family AU
Oliver didn’t hesitate to move, winding his arms tightly around his wife, pulling her to his chest. “He’s breathin’. I don’t give a fuck what you had to do - he’s breathin’. We’ll figure it out.” He knew neither of them could have handled losing their child, not at all, but especially not like this, not heartbroken and in such terrible pain. Ridding him of his memories wasn’t something Oliver felt good about, but his lungs were working and his heart was beating and he didn’t have to bury another child.
Hearing the front door open, Oliver paused as he looked over, seeing Lucas frozen, his hand still on the doorknob.
Did he know? Surely not. The boys didn’t get along, but Lucas knew that being rejected would condemn his brother to death.
He couldn’t say anything right now either. If he didn’t know, he would out his other son. If he did know… Oliver didn’t know how he would handle that knowledge.
“We’ll figure it out.” He repeated to his wife, voice soft, kissing the top of her head.
The next morning as Aidan showered, dressed, got ready for school, he couldn’t shake this ache in his chest and it was driving him crazy. He wasn’t used to lingering pain, to anything but that first blast before his powers worked to heal him instantly.
But even beneath that, there was an anger he couldn’t place either. But it was there, burning and hot and waiting to strike out. He’d always had a temper, sure, even if he tried not to. But this was different. This was almost overwhelming. And there was no reason for it.
Walking downstairs with his school bag, Aidan ignored the pairs of eyes on him as he plopped into his seat at the breakfast table, digging into the meal before him. Looking up, he noticed the way Lucas was watching him, almost hesitant, like he was waiting for him to erupt.
The sight of his brother alone was enough to make that fire burn hotter, the rage growing wild under his ribs, but he bit it back, only giving him a sneer. “What the hell are you looking at me like that for?” He snapped at him, clearly surprising everyone else at the table.
Laya held onto her husband for support, crying silently into his shoulder and he held her close.
This was too much for her and their baby right now. She had to get it together.
Laya had finished up making breakfast in the morning, doing her best to stop that dull ache that she could feel in her son, chosing to shield herself from it the best she could.
She watched as he came down and sat, seeming a bit like himself but something felt….off. The memories of Daniel were gone now so what would happen now?
She took a sip of her juice, practically choking on it at Aidan’s words. “Aidan! I know you two don’t get along but wasn’t that a little harsh!?”
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