Luke: What did you expect me to do?
Characters: Luke/Noah (Ameera)
Word Count: 453
Notes: Just a short piece that I thought could have occured after May 29th's episode (disregarding the phone call from Colonel Mayer)
What did you expect me to do?
You shouldn’t have turned her over to the police!
Luke brushed a hand through his hair, unable to speak at the emotions running through him.
Fear, anger, relief, frustration, love. They were all battling to be felt, all rushing through his body until he didn’t know what to do with them.
Noah had brushed by him, sighing heavily. He was now turned away from Luke, looking down the street searching for… something.
For once Luke knew that he couldn’t run to Noah and have him fix things. He couldn’t just fall into his boyfriend’s arms and hope things would turn out alright. He needed time alone, to think. To wonder how they had gotten themselves into this situation and how they could possibly get out of it.
He lightly touched Noah’s shoulder, but the other boy didn’t turn around.
“I’m going to head back to the hotel for a while. I should call my parents and let them know where I am.”
“Fine. I’m going to go see Ameera and make sure that she’s okay.”
It was a couple hours later and Noah had finally gotten in to see Ameera, to assure himself that his father hadn’t hurt her. She was fine, if slightly scared. She was as polite and calm as always, and the police had been surprisingly lenient.
They assured the Noah and Ameera that if their stories checked out (about being married, Noah’s father escaping from prison and kidnapping Ameera, her escaping and running into Luke) they would be free to go. They’d have to keep in touch of course, but due to the fact that they were cooperating with a government official, the
Noah had a moment to himself as he waited for Ameera to freshen up and for the police to make more phone calls, and he found himself longing for Luke. He didn’t need his boyfriend to hold his hand or anything, but his presence always helped reduce Noah’s fears and anxiousness. He also needed to apologize for how he’d treated him earlier. He quickly flipped open his phone and pressed the speed-dial key, wondering if Luke was still at the hotel. After 3 and half rings, it picked up and Noah waited to hear Luke’s voice.
“Hello Noah. We’ve been waiting for your call.”
It couldn’t be. The blood in Noah’s veins froze and he could have sworn his heart stopped beating.