I Didn't Want This Either | Gavin Reed x Reader

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Gavin had the gas pedal pressed to the floor, and though he felt bad, knowing it couldn't be good for the car, he could really care less. A quick phone call to Hank and the police station had proved to be at least mildly helpful. Rescue was on the way, slow and steady as the special forces prepared to do this all right this time. It seems they were determined not to let the deviants get away, which, much to both Gavin's and your dismay, meant they would be taking longer to get their shit together. He knew he would be quicker than them, if all went according to plan, but he felt like he could move heaven and hell right now. No deviant fucker would ever dare mess with him. 

"We are five minutes-"

"I know Tin Can! Shut the fuck up, I can count!" Gavin barked out the words a little too harsh, and for the first time the smile on Jerry's face faltered ever so slightly. He let out a huff, and was about to apologize when he held his mouth shut tight. He didn't have anything to apologize for, not right now at least. He knew exactly where he was. The treeline was familiar to him, at least familiar enough to document the passing of time as it dragged by. He could see the break in the trees up ahead now. He was almost at his destination. The landscape scraped by at an agonizing pace despite how fast the car was going, and the end of the forest couldn't come fast enough. When it finally did, and he broke out into the clearing by the lake, he let out a gasping breath he hadn't known he was holding and slammed on the breaks, rocking forwards in his seat as the truck came to a grinding halt. 

"Should I come-"

"No, stay here." Gavin pulled the keys from the ignition and reached for the door handle, letting out yet another sigh and hissing out an additional, "Please." Jerry smiled again at the sound of the courtesy, and nodded his head as Gavin ripped open the door. "I shouldn't be long." he slammed the door shut again and went running for the door. Running seemed to be his custom now, and he wondered how it would feel to be able to walk for once. Now wasn't the time to see what that was like, though, so he continued on running up the path over frozen water, to the heavy front door of his only hope. He raised a fist after jamming his keys into his pocket, and then, while the other hand went and pressed on the doorbell, he started banging it noisily against the door. "Eli!!!" He shouted, finger still on the bell, fist still pounding against the door, "Elijah, open the fuck up!!" Bang, bang, bang, bang, he doesn't stop knocking even as he hears the locks on the door disengage at last. The second the door is being peeled open, he pushes right forwards as Chloe begins to speak. 

"I'm sorry, Elijah is-" 

"Out of my way, Chloe." Gavin feels bad for treating her poorly, but just like with Jerry, he can't apologize now. Chloe hurries after him, reaching out a hand to catch his arm as she tries to stop him in his tracks. 

"I'm sorry, Gavin, Elijah is needing to sleep-"

"Not right now, this is an emergency!" Gavin rips his arm free and doesn't look in her direction. He goes to the door on the right of that stupid, towering portrait, pushing through it and into the room with the too-big pool and the gargantuan window overlooking the lake. An immediate right brings him to another door, which leads to the kitchen and living room where he had been exactly two weeks before. From there, he makes a beeline for the door in the far left corner that leads to Elijah's pompous master bedroom. The moment he steps inside, he flicks the lights on. "Elijah! Get up!" As he does so, Elijah rockets forwards, his silk blankets shifting with him as his irritated gaze flickers to Gavin. The moment he registers his brother, beaten, bruised, exhausted, he's rocketing to his feet and stumbling across the room.