Summary: Aiden would swear that her favorite color has always been blue. DnA. Spoilers for "Heroes."
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A/N: This fic contains spoilers for the upcoming May 10th episode "Heroes." Aiden fans, prepare for your heartstrings to be tugged. And I don't even know if D.J. Pratt has blue eyes, but for the sake of this story… He does.
your eyes I am complete."
Aiden would swear that her favorite color has always been blue. She couldn't help but realize what a beautiful color it was as she remembered the first time she stared into blue eyes as she made love. Blue. Without blue, the world would be a rather dull place.
Blue. The color of Danny's eyes. They were the color of the ocean just before a storm, a deep sort of blue that you could stare into for hours on end. Bright when he was excited, dull when sad, dominated by cobalt when aroused, which almost always guaranteed Aiden's pending arousal as well. Before she met Danny, Aiden had never known that there were so many different shades of blue. So many different shades (shades of love, if she's honest with herself) for so many different things. Blue is nice.
Being the good girl from the Bronx wasn't always easy. Sure, Aiden had the grades, the support, and every man you met would tell you that she had the looks, but making it to the top isn't as easy as it seems. When you try to hold to that perfect persona, you tend to miss things in life. And it's the things you miss that make you utterly miserable.
Aiden may have been Danny's best friend, she may have been his girlfriend too. She may have worked a sex case with him, and then bought some of the goods to bring home. And she may have held herself back from tampering with the evidence because she knew, knew, that Danny would be disappointed in her. But the one thing Aiden didn't have was time. She would never be able to kiss Danny in the rain again, or hell, kiss him at all. Aiden would not be sitting next to Danny on the bleachers at the next Yankees game, sharing laughs and maybe even awkward kisses. Aiden just didn't have the time.
Because time doesn't slow down for you as you look into those blue eyes. But Aiden couldn't help but smile faintly as her death loomed over her, hands surrounding her throat, ever tightening and closing off her air supply. Because after all, blue was her favourite colour.