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Reed de Févin



"You were my everything."

Reed strode through the doors that opened automatically and moved aside for Alan to walk through, his face grim. He waited for the scientist to come in, waiting for him to go to his father's resting room or to at least find it. He wasn't sure if he was wanted for company, it was a personal moment, after all. Then again, maybe Alan needed someone by his side through something like this.

"Your music will live on."

 

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Alan rushed into the hospital, walking quickly past the musician and straight to the reception desk. He set his hands on the counter, waiting for a nurse's attention. "My name's Alan Brandt, I'm here to see my father, Aldrich," he said, nodding once she told him where his father was. Glancing back once to Reed in a silent question for him to follow, he ran down the hall, eyes frantically searching for his father's room. Finally finding it, he hesitated before opening the room, then took a deep breath and walked in.
He immediately wished that he was just having a nightmare.
Laying on a bed was a half-asleep, heavily drugged Aldrich, an IV connected to his unbandaged hand and wavering in and out of consciousness. He looked over to the door, smiling a little at his son. "Bobojan," he breathed, watching his son walk over and sit beside him, tears in his eyes. "Why're you crying?"
"Because you're hurt, Papa," he said, using the name he'd called his father as a child. "I can't stand seeing you hurt."
He chuckled hoarsely. "I'll be fine, Alan," he tried to soothe, reaching his uninjured hand up to stroke the younger man's cheek. "Don't cry anymore. I'll be alright."
Alan shook his head, holding hand against this father's as his tears fell rapidly down his face. "I'm so sorry, Papa. I should've been there, I shouldn't have shut you out!"
Aldrich shook his head, tugging gently as he pulled Alan to his chest, hugging him lightly. "Hush, Bobojan. It's alright." His eyes, matching the man in his arms, glanced over to the door to see who was there. Who had his son brought with him?

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Reed de Févin



"You were my everything."

Had the circumstances not have been so bad he would have laughed at how silly the names sounded. Instead, Reed stood at the doorway and watched the two speak. He observed the patient while Alan spoke to the patient. There were two main bandages by the way he saw them, one on the hand and the other holding the leg up. Whoever attacked him looked like they were just trying to stop him from something instead of actually killing him.
It took Reed a while to realize that there were eyes on him. He looked down and tensed up when he saw Aldrich staring at him. "Uh... Hi." he greeted with a halfhearted wave. "My name's Reed. I'm, uh, a close friend of your son's." he said, not sure whether Alan wanted to introduce him like "that" or not.

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Aldrich patted his son's back, then gently pushed him away so he could move the bed and sit upright. Once he was sitting up, more or less, he held out a hand, for the teacher to shake. "I'm Aldrich Brandt, his father. Are you trying to sleep with my son?" he asked bluntly, hard eyes on the musician.
The scrawny scientist lightly smacked Aldrich's shoulder, enough to smart, but not to harm. "Father! How could you ask such a thing?"
"I told you what all men are after, Alan. This one looks like a Shupa soutpeel." Aldrich winced as he was struck again.
"Don't call him that! Reed's a nice man." He glanced over at Reed, unable to help the tiny blush he felt warm him cheeks.
Catching it, Aldrich frowned. "Oh, so you like him?" He glared over at Reed. "Take responsibility!"
"Father!"
"What, I can't look out for you?"
"I'm a grown man, I don't need my father to babysit me and the men I'm with."
"So you're with him? I knew it!"
"Yes!" He gasped, covering his mouth. Looking up to the clock, Alan kissed Aldrich's cheek then started for the door. "Visiting hours are over, see you tomorrow, Papa, goodbye!" Grabbing Reed's arm, Alan tugged him out of the room and back into the hall, waving goodbye and shutting the door before leaning on the wall and closing his eyes. "Well, that was nightmarish," he said, raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

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Reed de Févin



"You were my everything."

Reed reached a hand out to shake Aldrich's when he heard the question, immediately freezing in mid-shake. He wasn't ready for such a blunt question, so he probably gave it away. No wait, Alan did. Good going, guy.
Before Reed could say anything at all, he was outside of the room, looking down at the embarrassed scientist. He looked back at the closed room, thinking of the father again. For someone who was hurt, he seemed awfully okay, at least enough to still be a strict parent.
"At least he's doing okay." Reed said then looked down at Alan and smiled teasingly. "I never thought I'd go through that "Meet the Parents" ordeal so soon, or like this. You two are a lot alike."

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☸ Alan Brandt ☸

"The science of it all is simple."

"don't say that," sighed Alan, standing upright and setting his hands on his hips, trying hard to calm his rapidly beating heart. "I'm nothing like my father. He's rude, conceited, obnoxious, has absolutely no care for anyone else's feelings, and thinks that no one alive is good enough for me. You should've seen him when I was still in college." He shivered at the memory, then, in a rare case of PDA, wrapped his arms around Reed's waist and leaned his head on his chest, closing his eyes and breathing slowly in and out. "I'm glad we got it over with, though," he said, voice muffled by Reed's shirt.

"The numbers never lie."

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Reed de Févin



"You were my everything."

Rude, conceited, and obnoxious. Now, which of these was supposed to not relate to Alan? Of course, Reed only thought that. He'd be single in a heartbreak if he told any date that.
The band director hesitated when Alan hugged him, surprised by the sudden affection. He didn't know Alan could be so sweet! Smiling at how cute the scientist was, he put his arms around him and rested his chin on top of his head. "So what exactly happened to your dad? Do you know?" he asked quietly. He wasn't even sure if Alan would want to talk about that so soon.

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☸ Alan Brandt ☸

"The science of it all is simple."

He shook his head a little, so as to not move Reed's chin off of his head. "He got shot. That's the extent of my knowledge. Apparently, he's not saying anything about it, probably wants to get revenge on his own terms." He inhaled deeply the scent of Reed's shirt, then turned his head to exhale into the free air. "But when I find out who did this, I'm going to kill them myself." His voice, unmuffled now, was clear as a bell and steady. "Even if it means my downfall, I will get them back, and I won't miss."

"The numbers never lie."

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Reed de Févin



"You were my everything."

You know, you'd think seeing such a childish scientist announce that he was going to kill someone would be adorable, or silly, but for some reason, Reed didn't like it. All he did was give Alan a serious frown. "... Why don't you sleep for the night?" he suggested. "You're talking out of exhaustion and anger. That kind of revenge, killing someone, it's not something you can handle."

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☸ Alan Brandt ☸

"The science of it all is simple."

"How do you know what I can handle?" he asked forcefully, removing his arms from Reed and pushing away from him. "What, you think you can hang out with me for a couple months, kiss me all of two times, then presume to know what I can handle? If my father can make it through two civil wars, then I can take revenge on the ones who tried to hurt him." He shook his head, taking another step back. "I'll take a cab home." Alan turned on his heel, starting down the hall and to the entrance. He didn't really want to talk to Reed anymore, much less go back to his place, eat pizza, then pass out on the couch.

"The numbers never lie."

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Reed de Févin



"You were my everything."

"I do more than just teach music, Alan." Reed said when Alan took a few steps away. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed his mouth, deciding to not give away his personal information. "What I've done makes me know people's limits. Have you even fired a gun before?"

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☸ Alan Brandt ☸

"The science of it all is simple."

Alan only huffed, refusing to look back at Reed. "What does it matter? You aren't going to help me no matter what I say, anyway!" He kept walking, not wanting to stay with the musician for much longer. He was beginning to really lose his temper.

"The numbers never lie."

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Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

After receiving directions to the room, Fredrich found himself entering the hospital room Ethan was occupying. It was high up and was decently sized, bigger than the simple overnight rooms on the lower levels. Ethan was on the bed, sleeping lightly as the heart monitor besides him beeped at a regular pace. His entire left hand and forearm were swallowed by a cast that held his reattached limb together, and by the strength of it, that cast would be staying on for some time.
Fredrich's eyes flashed with pity and sadness as he saw the usually vibrant Texan now a pale, weakened victim. He certainly had awful luck. The detective moved his eyes to see if Lock was around.

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Ellery walked close behind Fredrich, feeling a bit of unrest from being inside another hospital room. He shook his head at the sight, then turned as Lock reentered the room. He looked haggard, as if he hadn't slept in days, his hair tangled and dark circles under his eyes adding years to his appearance. He ran a hand over his hair and face, a small patch of blonde hair attached to his face in a small, but visible shadow. "Lock, you look terrible," he said bluntly.
The blonde moved closer, wrapping his arms around Ellery and hugging the slender songwriter to his stronger body. He closed his eyes, bowing his head onto the man's shoulder. "I'm so glad you're here," he murmured as Ellery hugged him back. "I'm so glad you're here, Ellery."
The brunette rubbed the younger's man's back, holding him in his arms and attempting to comfort him. It almost looked as though he were trying to comfort Daniel.

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Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich turned when he heard voices, his expression softening at the sad sight. It was Lock, Ellery confirmed it and the blood lust was considerably lower than before. The poor guy looked like he hadn't slept in ages, or even left this room. He wasn't one to talk, he was the same way when Ellery was attacked by Liam.
"Lock," he said softly then hesitated. He wanted to comfort him somewhat, but didn't know what exactly to say. "How is he?" he decided to ask.

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