Oliver Jameson Dash

A dream come true to see even a tiny snippet of him as Don Parritt ❤️

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“She seemed to do pretty good.” He reported, laying his bag down and kicking off his shoes, reaching down to pick them up. “Hate these damn things.” He looked back at his wife. “Sweet girl, real young. Woulda though she was a student if I hadn’t known who she was. Told my boys on the team to make sure no body tries taken advantage of her.”

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Aidan hadn’t been expecting Lucas to fight back, to say anything, and another hot flash of rage flew through him. Lifting his hands, Aidan shoved him hard in the chest, nearly sending him to the ground. “You.” He spat at him. “You’re my fucking problem.”

Oliver had been walking past the lunchroom when he noticed the strange quiet, the fact that there was an audience gathering. He worked at a high school - he knew what that meant. But he wasn’t expecting to see his own boys, Aidan swinging a fist and catching his brother in the jaw.

“HEY!” He boomed, storming toward them, and immediate path opening for the behemoth blonde.

Aidan paused for a moment, even in his rage knowing that that tone in his usually calm father’s voice was nothing good.

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Oliver moved, winding his arms around her and pulling her close. He didn’t know what to say to help, what could make this better right now - the previous night had been a lot for both of them.

He kissed her forehead, hugging her tightly. “I love you, darlin’. Please try to relax today, okay?”

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Aidan normally didn’t participate in his ‘friends’ antics. He let them happen, sure. But he just stood to the side, didn’t intervene, didn’t stop them.

But today, being in the packed hallways did nothing to quell the rage burning hot in his chest and stomach, the blond shoving past his classmates, sneering at anyone who tried so much as a word in his direction.

In the lunchroom, he nearly ran into someone, pausing when he realized it was his brother. He reacted immediately, slamming his lunch tray out of his hands, not to the ground, but on to him, food splattering his face and clothes.

“Back the fuck up.” He had snapped at him, not so much as glancing to his right where Daniel stood, head hung, eyes red rimmed.

Lucas could tell how much Aidan had changed, how miserable Daniel was. He was sure in himself that they weren’t soulmates. They couldn’t be. Aidan wasn’t good for Daniel…right? 

As they were at lunch, he noticed how Daniel didn’t really get much, the boy completely miserable. He sighed, but was determined that he would get over it. 

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Oliver was torn, wanting to March out after Aidan, seaman he apologize to his mother, to figure out what was going on with him and Lucas, why he was behaving this way.

But then he kept picturing his son crumpled in his mother’s arms, sobbing and pleading and the man just dropped his face into his hands, trying to puzzle this together.

He’d made an attempt, but he couldn’t claim to completely understand their magic. He didn’t know what removing memories of someone would cause, especially their soulmate after being rejected.

Standing, he went to the bathroom and gently knocked on the door. “Laya, baby, can you open the door for me?” He asked softly, knowing precisely why’d she’d gone in here. “I’m gonna have ta leave soon, but I… I’ll try to talk to Aidan. I promise.”

He kissed her forehead, hugging her tightly. “I love you, darlin’. Please try to relax today, okay?”

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Aidan normally didn’t participate in his ‘friends’ antics. He let them happen, sure. But he just stood to the side, didn’t intervene, didn’t stop them.

But today, being in the packed hallways did nothing to quell the rage burning hot in his chest and stomach, the blond shoving past his classmates, sneering at anyone who tried so much as a word in his direction.

In the lunchroom, he nearly ran into someone, pausing when he realized it was his brother. He reacted immediately, slamming his lunch tray out of his hands, not to the ground, but on to him, food splattering his face and clothes.

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Aidan didn’t look away from his brother who, now, didn’t seem like he could quite meet his gaze.

Did something happen yesterday? His dad said he’d fallen, his mom said he’d knocked himself out. Did he knock something out of himself, forget some altercation that had happened between them?

“He’s the one fucking staring at me.” He spat, stabbing at his breakfast, anger still plain.

“Hey. Now that’s enough.” Oliver said, voice firm. “It ain’t even late enough in the day for somethin’ to have happened between y’all. And don’t curse at your momma.”

Aidan rolled his eyes, still stabbing at his breakfast but making no moves to lift the food to his lips. “Right, forgot. Can’t say anything to baby Lucas. He’s everybody’s favorite.” Saying that cut into him for some reason, feeling like it had reopened a fresh wound. The blond clenched his teeth, the pain in his chest throbbing, but he didn’t say anything else. But he didn’t notice as Lucas looked from him to his parents, looking worried, like he was hiding something.

“That’s enough, now. I mean it.” Oliver stated again, clearly agitated with his son’s behavior.

Without another word, Aidan stood, taking his bag and throwing it over his shoulder. “Thanks for breakfast.” He muttered before storming out the front door, leaving his plate untouched.

Laya couldn’t help but feel pain as Aidan just seemed to angry at everyone. He wasn’t even being nice to Oliver like he used to be. 

She tried her best not to cry in front of her boys, but she was quick to excuse herself from the table to go to the bedroom as Aidan left. 

But then he kept picturing his son crumpled in his mother’s arms, sobbing and pleading and the man just dropped his face into his hands, trying to puzzle this together.

He’d made an attempt, but he couldn’t claim to completely understand their magic. He didn’t know what removing memories of someone would cause, especially their soulmate after being rejected.

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Oliver didn’t hesitate to move, winding his arms tightly around his wife, pulling her to his chest. “He’s breathin’. I don’t give a fuck what you had to do - he’s breathin’. We’ll figure it out.” He knew neither of them could have handled losing their child, not at all, but especially not like this, not heartbroken and in such terrible pain. Ridding him of his memories wasn’t something Oliver felt good about, but his lungs were working and his heart was beating and he didn’t have to bury another child.

Hearing the front door open, Oliver paused as he looked over, seeing Lucas frozen, his hand still on the doorknob.

Did he know? Surely not. The boys didn’t get along, but Lucas knew that being rejected would condemn his brother to death.

He couldn’t say anything right now either. If he didn’t know, he would out his other son. If he did know… Oliver didn’t know how he would handle that knowledge.

“We’ll figure it out.” He repeated to his wife, voice soft, kissing the top of her head.

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The next morning as Aidan showered, dressed, got ready for school, he couldn’t shake this ache in his chest and it was driving him crazy. He wasn’t used to lingering pain, to anything but that first blast before his powers worked to heal him instantly.

But even beneath that, there was an anger he couldn’t place either. But it was there, burning and hot and waiting to strike out. He’d always had a temper, sure, even if he tried not to. But this was different. This was almost overwhelming. And there was no reason for it.

Walking downstairs with his school bag, Aidan ignored the pairs of eyes on him as he plopped into his seat at the breakfast table, digging into the meal before him. Looking up, he noticed the way Lucas was watching him, almost hesitant, like he was waiting for him to erupt.

The sight of his brother alone was enough to make that fire burn hotter, the rage growing wild under his ribs, but he bit it back, only giving him a sneer. “What the hell are you looking at me like that for?” He snapped at him, clearly surprising everyone else at the table.

Laya held onto her husband for support, crying silently into his shoulder and he held her close.  This was too much for her and their baby right now. She had to get it together. 

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Laya had finished up making breakfast in the morning, doing her best to stop that dull ache that she could feel in her son, chosing to shield herself from it the best she could. 

She watched as he came down and sat, seeming a bit like himself but something felt….off. The memories of Daniel were gone now so what would happen now? 

Did something happen yesterday? His dad said he’d fallen, his mom said he’d knocked himself out. Did he knock something out of himself, forget some altercation that had happened between them?

“He’s the one fucking staring at me.” He spat, stabbing at his breakfast, anger still plain.

“Hey. Now that’s enough.” Oliver said, voice firm. “It ain’t even late enough in the day for somethin’ to have happened between y’all. And don’t curse at your momma.”

Aidan rolled his eyes, still stabbing at his breakfast but making no moves to lift the food to his lips. “Right, forgot. Can’t say anything to baby Lucas. He’s everybody’s favorite.” Saying that cut into him for some reason, feeling like it had reopened a fresh wound. The blond clenched his teeth, the pain in his chest throbbing, but he didn’t say anything else. But he didn’t notice as Lucas looked from him to his parents, looking worried, like he was hiding something.

“That’s enough, now. I mean it.” Oliver stated again, clearly agitated with his son’s behavior.