likesthestooges | For Rachel 8-15

Aidan wasn't having the easiest time of things with Rachel. On one hand, Rachel was great. She was smart, funny, sexy, and kind. She also had a ton of issues, which Aidan considered as a plus since he had a ton of his own and didn't feel guilty bringing that into a relationship with her.

On the other hand, Rachel didn't want a relationship. Rachel wanted to be good friends who slept together but weren't in a relationship. Most guys would kill for that sort of thing, but Aidan wasn't most guys. He'd come to realize that his time as a human was short and he wanted to make the most of it. Sex without feelings or a meaningful relationship was something he could easily do as a vampire. Having a real relationship was something more suited for being a human.

That wasn't something Rachel wanted though, and he was accepting of that. The problem was all too often he had trouble distinguishing the line between "friends with benefits" and "pushing for a relationship".

Case it point, Rachel had had a rough day. He wasn't even sure exactly why, but he could tell that it hadn't gone well. To help out, he'd come over that evening and cooked dinner for both of them and brought over a bottle of wine so she could just relax and unwind. No sex, no talking about feelings, just helping a friend get over a tough time while talking late into the night.

Maybe helping get her into bed and essentially tucking her in was a bit much, but he didn't think she would even remember that in the morning. He also thought he'd leave her something nice to wake up to, so before he went home he'd got a small bouquet of flowers together and left them in a vase on her table.

Several hours later he was still lying in bed awake, over-thinking those flowers. Too much? They were just flowers. Flowers didn't mean much, did they? Friends got flowers for each other, right?

Aidan sighed and rolled out of bed. That was stupid, friends didn't get each other flowers. It wasn't too long of a walk to Rachel's hut, even in the dark. He could go there, get the flowers, and be back before he lost too much sleep.

Once at Rachel's hut, he listened quietly at the door to see if she was up and moving around for some reason. Everything sounded dead quiet though so he cracked the door open and slipped inside, carefully feeling his way toward the table where he had left the flowers.

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Maybe she needed to go back to therapy.

Aidan had been more than wonderful, was being more than wonderful. Was probably being better than she deserved seeing as how she kept dragging her feet on the whole relationship thing. But he'd seen that she was in a mood and he'd done everything in his power to pull her out of it. The dinner, the wine, the talking the wine, it had been a great way to unwind and by the time she kinda remembered him putting her to bed, she couldn't even remember what had set her off earlier in the day.

And it was certainly gone from her mind now. Strange things were happening all over the island, she'd heard the reports, gone to the meeting, had put the shotgun back under her bed. Good thing, too, because she heard someone moving around in the house. Creeping. Sneaking. Looking for something?

Well, two could play that game and she had the added bonus of having been trained my actual ninjas. Sliding from the bed, she didn't wait for her eyes to adjust to the dim moonlight before she headed out into the house, shotgun in hand.

There, by the table, the shadow of a figure. Moving fast, Rachel swept out her leg to sweep the figure off its feet so she could bring the shotgun to bear.

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