Your Worst Fear [cryptozoo]

[bachjones]

 Mrs Gordon had told him that he wasn't welcome anymore in her building, as a neighbor of hers. Bach had tried to get his explanation in, how he was still losing large patches of memory and that for once he wasn't being selfish, but thinking of Isaac, but she had bulldozed him like she was paid for it. For a second he suspected Essie, maybe his father, but he was pretty sure that neither of them would pay for something that they'd do themselves all too gladly. He just hoped that Robert wouldn't discover about all this before Essie could become Isaac's legal guardian..

Either way, it was him and Alfred, his guitar and a huge suitcase right now.  Mrs Gordon paid him for the few pieces of furniture he had and that was it. On the street, like nothing had changed in five years. Except for now --now he missed people. Loud and painfully and almost impossible to ignore. Stuff was all so unfair. You'd think Bach was used to that now.

It was at the beach (swimming lessons with Iris, fooling around with Essie, so many parties) that he sat down, gathering courage to make the leave permanent. How dramatic of him.

So when Isaac ran past him, he was half sure that it was just something his mind cooked up. A This Is Your Life moment that would show him what he would miss, or something. It could happen, this was Siren Cove. But Isaac circled and ran past again, yelling at him to catch him, and Bach got up, followed. The boy was fast, faster than usual, and it became weird, fast.
The first time he told him to stop, Isaac snarled at him. The second time parts of his skin seemed to peel off, showing scales. Too many, too bright scales. "Why aren't you coming, daddy? Why aren't you following me? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?" It became a cadence like a stuck disk, humming through Bach's until he gave up, closed his eyes, wanted all of it gone, finally discovering a sound too loud.
Something hit him, scales ripping his skin. Just before losing his consciousness, he felt waves crashing into him. Fucking ocean.



ooc: find Bach half in the water, roughed up and more than a mess than usual, with a confused cat by his side and his stuff on the beach

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[cry_reaper]

"I'm rid of you as soon as I drag you up to a hotel room and I'm not singing for your drugs. The aspirin will have to do." She was dammned if she was going to get herself busted for a stranger. She was helping him, but to a point and right now, he was sounding like a junkie.

The last sort of persons he was supposed to be associating with. If her mother found out, there would be hell to pay.

Heading inside, she didn't care if he followed or not as she started gathering up some bandages, ointments and the promised OTC painkillers.

[bachjones]

"I didn't say sing- fuck, you're a siren. I hate you fucking people and you can't leave me alone." She walked inside. "Hey, talking to you!"

Bach stumbled through the doors, smiling at the few other people around. "Am I even allowed to leave this town or are you preparing to serve me up to Lara?"

[cry_reaper]

"I don't give a shit what you do. And It's not like I was looking to pick up some not-drunk on the beach tonight. You're paranoid, dude." Although it wasn't paranoia if they were out to get you, and she really didn't know how Lara handled things. She was just keeping her own damn head down and trying not to gather too much attention.

Which was going to be a problem if this guy was on Lara's shit-list.

"All I was going to do was get you off the street for the night, but if you want to bail, at least let me get you the bandages and shit."

[bachjones]

"You're a nurse or something? A nun? No, definitely not a nun, too hot for one." He grabbed some sweat pants, slinging it over his shoulder. "Get me those as well, no-one's going to come close to me if I look like a car got me."

He saw her face. "Please. For the paranoid not drunk dude you picked up because you're some cute Samaritan or whatever your mistake is."

[cry_reaper]

"No shit, mistake." Sighing, Lily grabbed the sweatpants from off his shoulder and headed towards the check-out clerk who looked only slightly less enthusiastic about the situation than she did. PIling the bandages, rubbing alcohol, antiseptic gel, aspirin, and a couple of protein bars on the counter, she turned to look back at the guy.

"Last call. I'm checking out."

[bachjones]

Okay, he didn't want her gone before he could get the things necessary off her. Wow, Bach continued to find new lows. Was it seriously so hard to just be a decent human being? How much of this was his fault?

"That's all I can think of right now", he grumbled. "Thank you, Tinkerbell."

[cry_reaper]

"You're welcome, Wendy. Next time you jump out a window, maybe make sure you can fly first, k?"

Lily paid for all the the supplies and she headed back out to the car with the bag. Now she just had to get him into some kind of motel room for the night and she could wash her hands of the guy and maybe start the night over if it wasn't too late.

[bachjones]

"Why not Peter?" Realisation sank in. Shit, because Bach was Peter. Just with less children following him around.

"I can .." He followed her out. "I can find some place, if you need to go. It's clear you're super over and done with me being here, just saying. Don't need to hear your song for that. And if I'm patched up .."

[cry_reaper]

"I told you I'd get you a night somewhere. But if you don't want it..." She shrugged. She kinda felt for him, but mostly didn't. It was clear that some shit had gone down and she really wasn't supposed to be getting involved in that kind of thing.

And then there was the fact that he was a siren. And Lara would probably have her head if she just abandoned one of her precious subjects. But fuck it. If he wanted to take off, she wasn't a baby-sitter.

[bachjones]

"I do!"

He was such an ugly embarrassment. No wonder everybody left him, gave up on him. Bach rubbed at his eyes. "Fuck." Asking help from grumpy strangers. "I do. A bed, a shower, I'll do whatever you need."

"Not that you would accept it, probably."