Getting it Together

Sleep Tight

TW: kidnapping, gun, watching someone sleep, cursing

written with @wittlevigilsanders on Tumblr

It was supposed to be more of a safety mechanism. He already had plenty of body guards, If he had anymore he would be in a fortress. Even so, it didn't feel like enough. So he made a stupid decision. Nothing would be safer than having fans following him everywhere, and they almost always figured out his schedule anyway. What would be the harm in making it more public. Patton wouldn't be stupid enough to kidnap him in broad daylight in front of so many people, would he?

Of course, everyone had to be alone at some point. The bathroom, the bedroom. No one could always have someone with them.

But Patton wouldn't possibly be stupid enough to go after all the same people. Sure, maybe he would go for similar people. The same family scheme maybe. But too much had changed in them, they wouldn't be the same as Patton wanted. They had more in their lives. Not to mention the extra police presence around them. It had all been offered.

But somewhere in the back of his head he knew Patton wouldn't settle. He would want his old 'family' back.

So it wasn't as surprising as you'd expect when he'd woken up in the middle of the night to Patton sitting in a chair across from his bed, a gun next to him and a book in his hand. Sure, it was terrifying, but not all that surprising.

Also pretty trippy. He could almost believe it was another nightmare, like all the others he'd been having every night since Patton had escaped. In fact, some of them were almost exactly this situation.

Sometimes when you have dreams and remember them, you nitpick every detail made. Why did I do that? Why didn't I do that? He could almost see himself nitpicking it in the morning, or when he woke up from a nap. Why didn't I scream? Why didn't I hit him with a book? Why did I follow him? Why did I get in his car?

Of course he didn't wake up from the dream. He didn't stop daydreaming in the chair in the middle of the boring meeting.

It was insane. All the extra security he had was for nothing. Patton got him out almost seamlessly.

No one even realized until morning.

And just like that he was gone again.

It didn't feel real. Not when the door closed in the back of the car. Or the window closed. Not when the gas came through the vents. Not when he came to with his hands tied. Or when Patton came in with breakfast. Not when he expressed his disappointment in Roman for his book. When he told Roman it felt like he was hurt by his word choice.

He started talking about his disappointment, and then it just went deeper, showing exactly how much he knew about their personal lives. The bakery Damien was working in. How Virgil had moved. Remus' baby.

They were all so fucking screwed.

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