Title: Where’d You Go?
Characters: Danny Messer/Bela Talbot
au_developments Prompt: 16. Wrong
tamingthemuse Prompt: Hell hath no fury …
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: It was almost a year before Bela Talbot was standing at his front door again.
Author’s Note: Part of my Family Ties series. A follow-up to “Deals with the Devil.”
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY or Supernatural. I’m just borrowing, and I’ll put everything back where I found it.
It was almost a year before Bela Talbot was standing at his front door again.
His first instinct was to reach for his gun.
He should have, and maybe if he was thinking clearly, he would have. He had seen her body—hell, he had processed her body. Her body had been ripped to smithereens right in front of him, and yet here she was, standing there, looking almost as though she had never been gone. In fact, if she hadn’t been looking around her surroundings like a scared animal, clinging to the clothing wrapped around herself like if she didn’t she would disappear, he would have assumed she was someone else. Instead, he was left in stunned silence, before taking a step forward and making an attempt to touch her.
He reached a hand out for her face, and her eyes followed him, pulling away from his hand and collapsing in on herself more. He could tell that she was scared. And that he couldn’t help but want to change. He stepped back from the door after a moment, holding it open so that she could come inside. She was hesitant, again, but she eventually took a step forward, moving into the room and letting Danny close the door behind her.
As she looked around the room, he could feel the tension starting to melt out of her shoulders slowly. She knew where she was, and she knew she was safe here. At least, he hoped that was what she was thinking. If she was going to turn around and shoot, he’d be worried about it later, but for right now, he just wanted to help her. To figure out what was going on and why she happened to appear on his doorstep after she had been dead.
“Bela, what happened?”
She turned around to face him again, watching his face carefully before responding. “I don’t know. I—I’m not supposed to be here.”
He took a few steps closer to her, reaching out for her face again. She still flinched, but she didn’t pull away completely this time, letting his hand cradle her face gently. His touch was light, tentative, almost as though he was sure his hand was going to slip right through her. As soon as he was sure she was real, though, he was pulling her closer, sliding his other arm around her waist. Her hands came up to fist his shirt tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. “I thought you were dead,” he murmured into her hair, just adjusting to the feel of her against him again.
“I was,” she said softly.
He pulled away from her at that, trying to meet her eyes and figure out if she was really telling the truth. He wasn’t sure if he could believe it—he had seen a lot of weird things since Lindsay’s cousins had come to town, but he didn’t think that people could come back from the dead. That just wasn’t possible.
“I don’t know,” she replied, shaking her head. “All I know is that I woke up, and I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
There was something about her that was different. She used to be strong, assured—annoyingly so. But now she was just—broken, he could only imagine how desperate she has been to say that the only place she could go was some cop that she’d used to work the system and occasionally for sex. True, there had been some moments where he thought there might have been something more, but if he was going to be completely honest, he knew that there wasn’t much to that. Just hopes, more so than anything else.
He looked back at her again, and seeing that she was looking for some kind of approval, before nodding quickly and kissing the top of her head. “Stay. Stay as long as you have to.”
“Thank you,” she murmured as she leaned into him again. He slowly moved them over to the couch, sitting them down so that she could curl into him and stay close. After a long silence, he slid his other arm around her, before speaking.
“What happened to you, Bela? Where’d you go?”
She was quiet for a moment, before clinging to him tightly. “Hell.”