#mountaintracked

elias  was  not  in  a  good  place  right  now  -  or  maybe  he  hadn't  been  in  a  long....  long  time.  he  left  the  safety  of  his  home  &  family  for  new  haven  to  find  a  better  life  for  someone  like  him  &  to  ensure  they  weren't  in  danger  because  of  him,  but  everything  he  found  in  new  haven  was  anguish  &  sorrow,  pain  &  rejection.  he  found  a  new  life  he  was  meant  to  be  part  of,  but  it  kicked  him  to  the  curb  any  chance  it  got.

he  lost  his  heart  to  a  homicidal  maniac,  he  endured....  &  endured,  gave  it  his  all,  gave  everything  he  had  to  this  town  &  his  relationship,  but  what  did  that  get  him?  nothing.  just...  pain.  he  might've  escaped  trenton's  grasp,  maybe  this  mother  nature  he  always  mentioned  had  taken  trenton  from  him  for  a  reason  -  had  brought  him  back  into  his  time  so  that  elias  could  find  peace,  but  he  wasn't  sure  if  he  even  could  &  he  hated  that  he  couldn't  think  of  anything  else  right  now,  stuck  in  this  damn  hospital  bed  with  nowhere  else  to  go,  nobody  to  turn  to.  with  both  trenton  &  patrick  gone,  elias  was  truly  alone.

he  thought  about  going  home  a  lot,  but  was  he  willing  to  put  the  people  he  loved  at  risk  for  a  chance  at  happiness?  nah.  he  also  thought  about  how  it  was  possible  that  his  ac  was  malfunctioning  -  when  ...  it  was  hot  out,  but  he  wasn't  moving  much,  so  ...  yeah.  but  most  of  all  did  he  wonder  why  the  fuck  trenton  was  back.  words  lost  even  when  the  other  greeted  him  tools  in  a  bag  he  brought  with  him,  elias  ...couldn't.  weakened,  in  pain,  a  little  dizzy  from  the  meds  &  horrified  of  the  consequences  of  his  kidnapping,  he  just  ..

couldn't.

"mmmmmmmh." friday afternoon had not meant to go like this. admittedly, ryan wasn't a sister of the fates, so who was he to judge what his day was supposed to be like, but at the same time... this couldn't have not been foreseen, could it? because, five pm in the afternoon - almost dinner time & he .. was stuck with a bike that refused to cooperate. if he went home without fixing it, he'd have to hit up the repair shop on monday & mondays... were not good days for that, not even in new haven.

saturday was just as bad - if not worse. families with crying kids, vacation-goers & the like. so, he sent a quick text home, telling his son he would not be home for dinner & he'd be eating out. somewhere. he'd find a place - depending on how long he'd be stuck ad the repair shop. if the mechanic ended up capable, maybe he'd be home in time. or a little later than that. maybe today only seemed like it would end in shambles & he'd find himself surprised.

yeah, pffhhht. as if.

days like these, ryan was glad new haven wasn't the a city, because he could easily push his bike through town to the shop without running into too much trouble along the way, but in the city? he wouldn't have come far. did it take for-fucking-ever? for sure. but hoping to find a rental suv or truck in the area? felt too much like hoping for a miracle. ryan didn't believe in miracles.

the light was on when he got there, the big door up front up & open, practically inviting him in - only that... the shop was empty? music was rustling on an old radio somewhere around there, but even when he listened closely... that was all he could pick up on. he glanced around, searching & finding a place for him to sit while he waited, but it seemed like he wouldn't have to.

alpha.

ryan caught that scent long before he even saw the culprit, but when he did, he knew he was looking at the right guy. definitely like him, if not ... quite. not that it mattered, who cared what the alpha was? surely not him. why would he? alphas were fucking overrated anyway & he already had too many of them messing with him. brows furrowed to form his usual frown, because why on earth did he have to run into an alpha working here? surely, there were omega mechanics, too, ....right? right? ugh.

soft sigh of defeat, because he wasn't going to spend the next hour arguing about a replacement mechanic when this one seemed to be the only one in the shop for the weekend anyway. arms crossed in front of his chest, ryan .. instinctively made himself a little more ...confident, despite a little voice whispering relentlessly. so maybe he was handsome... for an alpha & yeah, okay .. maybe he smelled surprisingly nice. didn't change the fact he was an alpha, though & the scent.. probably only hit him as hard as it did, because he was close to a whole-ass week of horror.

"you still takin' on jobs for t'night? kinda need my ride fixed fast." he really wanted to forget his manners, but ... alpha or not, he couldn't just ... not. "please."