Someday Maybe

A/N: Three chapters in a single day? Why yes, I do believe so. Wrote over five thousand words today? Yes, yes I did. Saved Ty from the evil guards? Yup. Developed Ty and Aiden's relationship? With style. Finally, finally, and oh-my-god-I-mean-it-took-you-fifteen-chapters-to-do-it kind of finally revealed the plot of this story? Yes. I did finally do that. And I was very, extremely proud of this chapter and especially proud of the dialogue and impressed myself with casually explaining to you the bizarre connotations Aiden has with some words.

Thank you to my reviewers and my Gaia readers for supporting me.

Lisa: Here you go, a whole new slew of chapters for you. I guess you get to find out some answers and I'm glad you find this as exciting as I attempt to make it.

Perkazy: I'm glad you like it and I hope these three chapters have lived up to your expectations.



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Things were pretty normal for a couple days even though they were still stuck overseas for another week. That was until Aiden had another unwanted, uninvited vision. It happened while he was sitting and playing a hand-held videogame. Ty might not have seen it but they were sitting side by side and he felt the way Aiden kind of tensed and turned into a wooden doll the moment it happened. Why was it happening again? He’d just had a vision not that long ago and before he’d gone without them for much longer, hadn’t he?

He set down his book and gently wrapped his arms around Aiden. He knew Aiden wouldn’t feel it now but as soon as he returned to the here and now he could be comforted. And that was important. He knew that was important even if it made him “gay.” Which was such a strange thing to think. He’d finally figured out, though, that according to Aiden’s logic “gay” didn’t mean someone who preferred other males sexually. “Gay” was someone who acted the way hollywood depicted how homosexuals acted whether they were actually sexually oriented that way or not. “Fag” was a little more confusing but Ty was pretty sure it meant that, typically, homosexual people would find you attractive whether you were actually homosexual or not. Aiden, of course, was neither a “fag” nor “gay” according to himself but he was clearly not unattractive in any way. Ty on the other hand was a “fag” and only rarely acted “gay” and always in private. Aiden never seemed to mind.

Aiden never bothered to define either of their sexualities. The porn he perpetually caught the younger male looking at was typically heterosexual but Ty assumed that was more due to his ability to get it for free than anything else. And Ty was pretty sure he himself found women sexually attractive as well. But he also liked Aiden. He wasn’t sure about other men because he’d never really bothered with porn and when almost anyone you met had a wide-open and often extremely dirty mind it was hard to gauge their attractiveness. And Aiden seemed to like him or at least that was the impression he got from the frequent sexual overtures he persisted with. He was also fairly certain they were in a relationship that was more than strictly friendly. He got that idea from all the touching and the way Cheryl acted toward the two of them. He didn’t think either of them was ever going to ask the other out on a real date or anything like that but he thought that if someone had asked Aiden then the blue-haired boy would say “Yes, Ty is my boyfriend.” Ty wasn’t sure what he would have said. He probably would have been curious about why they had asked and maybe waited for Aiden to rescue him with his own answer.

The younger male drew in a shuddering breath as he came back to himself. It hadn’t taken very long according to the clock but much like the previous time it had felt like an eternity before the vision ceased. Ty squeezed him gently and Aiden dug his fingers into his shirt and burrowed his face against his shoulder. After a while he shivered. Then he shivered again. “Cold.” He whispered. Another shiver. “Do you want a blanket?” Ty asked. Aiden shook his head. “Bath.” He returned another monosyllabic response but didn’t let go of him so Ty had to awkwardly get up without over-balancing either of them and lead Aiden up the stairs so he could run him a bath. The younger male was shaking and shivering enough that it didn’t seem like he could do it himself.

When they got to the bathroom Ty put the plug in the bottom of the tub and turned the water on. They’d managed to jam the faucet and get it stuck in the shower position so the only way to fill the tub was with the shower. He had figured out to adjust for the heat the water lost between the shower head and bathtub by turning the temperature up rather high. He added soap to the water to make bubbles and managed to get Aiden to stop clinging long enough to strip him out of his clothing. He was rather awkward about it and he had to suspect from the way the other male had so easily removed his t-shirt before that he’d had some practice taking off other people’s clothing. It was almost a parody of before when Aiden had been trying to take care of him and he’d resisted. This time he was trying to take care of Aiden and make him feel better instead.

He helped Aiden into the bath and ended up sitting on the bath mat next to the tub because Aiden wouldn’t relinquish his grip on his hand. “Thanks.” He murmured after the almost scalding water had been pouring down over him for a couple of minutes. “You in all your great knowledge of spy stuff- do you think there’s whatever-you-call-it surveillance in here?” Ty blinked at him a bit at the unexpected question. What exactly had occurred in his vision that had prompted that question?

“Possibly.” He admitted. He hadn’t bothered to check even after he’d felt a bit better. He just assumed the house they’d rented to stay in on their “vacation” was safe enough even if he hadn’t really expected to be staying here. And Cheryl was here and she- Well, she did work for them and it was possible that she was listening in but he didn’t think anything would be picked up over the noise of the shower pouring water into the partially filled bath. He had to wonder if Aiden’s shivering and clinging to him hadn’t all been an act to make whoever might possibly be watching them thinking that there was nothing amiss. It struck him again just how very clever the younger male was beneath his annoying tendencies, horrible language, and feigned ignorance in many subjects.

“What did you see?” He had to ask even though he wasn’t so sure he actually wanted to. He had to find out what possible future Aiden was so paranoid about.

“Fucking global conflict the idiot pundits for the News channels are going to call it.” Global conflict, Ty thought, global conflict as in... a third World War?

“There’s going to be a third World War?” He asked quietly, almost inaudible even to his own ears over the rush of water, as though saying it softly would prevent it from occurring.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Aiden said quickly, jumbling the words all together in a rush. “I mean- I saw-” He took a deep breathe and shook his head and had to start over. “I saw that they... the people we work for, you know? I saw that they were trying or maybe it was an accident I’m not...” He trailed off, his brows furrowed deeply as he tried to make sense of whatever his vision had contained. “I can’t be sure even if it was more detailed than it was. But something they do or are doing now or maybe even something they’ve already done it causes, very directly, which is bad so bad you have no idea. Direct consequences those are-” He stopped again and tried to think of words to convey the severity of the situation.

“Like- if I pulled the trigger of a gun. A direct consequence would be that I kill someone. The ending, the consequence, it’s so obvious that it almost has to happen. It’s almost a Holmesian- now see that one really isn’t a word but we’ll pretend it is and you know what I mean with Sherlock Holmes, right? It’s almost a Holmesian exercise in logic loops to decide that there were never any bullets in the gun so the man I’m trying to shoot doesn’t die. And you can’t just be all like the Narrator in Fight Club when he realized he is Tyler Dergin and “The gun is in MY hand” and by the way there were never any bullets in it. You have to be really specific in your thinking and explanation. There were never any bullets in the gun so when I pull the trigger he doesn’t die wont cut it. You have to say that you picked up the gun from the top shelf of closet in an apartment in the low rent district while you were giving chase to the guy you try to shoot and there weren’t any bullets in the gun because the father was concerned about his children finding and playing with it so he kept the clip in the draw of the nightstand kind of complicated backstory to why he doesn’t die.”

“So, they do this thing that directly causes the global conflict whether they meant to or not. I don’t know what the thing is precisely and really it’s better that I don’t because that makes it kind of metaphysically easier to prevent, right? I’m not sure if that’s an appropriate use of that word. Regardless. It has to do with the little girl. So maybe our stealing her was the thing that made it happen and I really hope not, by the way, but maybe it’s whatever they do with her sometime in the near future and I’m not sure how she’s involved exactly but those little wars that are cooking here and there and the art of terrorism and every other intrinsically, disgusting, morally wrong thing that separates humans from animals will suddenly kind of boil over and make the kind of mess on the stove- and the floor-and the ceiling that you’ll be cleaning up and scraping off bits of the remnants of for a long, long time.”

Ty takes note of the fact that even though his grammar is still not the best this is the first time he’d heard Aiden talk for a long stretch without peppering his sentences with overuse of some common words such as “like” and unnecessary curse words and get through a complicated explanation of something without frequently overemphasizing some of the larger words he was using as though he really wasn’t sure of their meaning or deliberately referring to them as “fancy” or the kind of word Ty would use and not something a normal person would say ever. It was strange. Obviously Aiden had been so intent on his descriptions and explanations that he had just forgotten to remember to pretend he wasn’t very smart. He was very good at pretending he wasn’t nearly as intelligent as he was. It must let him get away with a lot, Ty had to assume.

“Fuck. So. Basically. There is gonna be this war. Big war. World War III if you want to call it. And they cause it somehow. Maybe deliberate. Maybe not. And it has something to do with the girl. It’s a direct consequence. But of what action we don’t know. And if it happens it’ll be a whole mess of shit. I feel like it’s not going to happen right away. Maybe not for a few years.” And as he said a few years a strange look passed over his face. “No. Definitely not for a few years.” He decided. “But still- Fuck!” He said the word intensely but still not very loud. “Fucking sucks.”

Ty had to agree with that assessment. There was going to be a terrible war that they- just him and Aiden and wasn’t that absurd?- should try to prevent somehow though they weren’t exactly sure what caused it or what past actions they were going to have to ensure took place so that there were no bullets in the gun. It did. It fucking sucked.



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A/N: So... what do you think? Tell me? Please? Keep in mind that I'm trying to write another 5,000 words tomorrow in my mad rush to catch up and taking three minutes to give me your thoughts will probably make my whole day. Not that I want you to feel pressured or anything.