A Raven Cycle AU. The rating is for the occasional swear and abuse. This is an alternate universe in which Ronan and Adam get together in the first Raven Cycle book.


4. Let Me Save You


It was past four when I came back to Monmouth, and Gansey was sitting in the middle of the floor, painting the finishing touches on the mini Henrietta Electric Company. It looked like I wasn't the only one feeling restless tonight. He looked up when I entered, one earbud hanging out of his ear and wire-framed glasses fitted on his face. I sat beside him because I didn't want to go in my room.

"It's late," Gansey stated simply.

"No, it's early."




"I'm angry," Gansey finally spoke, in the same way he might say, "It's cold." I knew it wasn't because I'd just come in.



"Do you want to go racing?" I asked, not really feeling like it. Gansey gave me a look that asked how I could ever possibly believe that was a good idea at...four-forty-eight in the morning. I nodded.


"Do you wanna blow something up?"

"Could we?" Gansey asked, his eyes childishly wide. I gave him a look that asked how he could ever possibly believe that we couldn't. I stood and Gansey followed.



I had finally drifted into something resembling sleep when I heard a small knock at the front door. I groaned and strained to look at the time on my cheap watch. Five-thirty. My dad had just left for work. Maybe he'd forgotten something?

Mom can handle it.

The knock sounded again, more aggitated. I sat up and got out of bed. Everything hurt, but it would only be worse if I didn't open the door.


"No," I said flatly.

Ronan stood on the otherside of the now open door. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday and he had a devious look on his face. I blame the savage smile that crossed his handsome face.

"You don't even know why I'm here, Parrish."

"Doesn't matter," I shook my head, suddenly realizing I was just wearing a t-shirt and boxers. I felt my face heat up, and the look on Ronan's face told me he'd noticed too.

I heard sirens nearby.

"What did you do?" I asked, suddenly alert.

"Can I come in before the cops notice someone's out here?" Ronan replied instead. I did not want someone from Aglionby to see the inside of my trailer-especially not Ronan Lynch-but I couldn't let him get arrested. Especially if it meant that the cops would wake my mother up. I didn't even want to think of the "talk" my dad would have with me for having the police come here. I let him in and shut the door behind him.

I expected some sharp, Ronan-esque comment, but he just looked around silently. I showed him into my room in case my mom did wake up.

"You sleep in here?" he asked quietly and without the normal bite Ronan's comments held.

"Yeah," I replied carefully. I wished I'd cleaned up my bloody clothes, or at least made up my bed, but Ronan didn't seem to notice any of it anyways. He turned and looked at me.

"Why do you stay here? Why do you take it all?" he asked, raising his hand and tracing the bruise over my nose. I took an unsteady breath. Ronan had never been this close to me before, and my racing heart wouldn't let me lie to myself.

"What...What other choice do I have?" I asked shakily. His calloused fingers trailed gently down to my lips and I knew Ronan must be able to hear my heart.

"You could move into Monmouth. It's not like there isn't room," Ronan stated, coming so close that I could feel his breath on my skin. The normal anger I felt with that offer sparked, but I was too distracted to understand it.

"I...I don't want to belong to him..."

Ronan's fingers trailed down and rested at the nape of my neck.

"Gansey...or your father?"

My anger found its outlet, and I pushed Ronan away. His expression was blank.

"Leave. The cops have passed now."



Ronan nodded.

"You need to set that wrist before it heals wrong," he replied simply and walked out of my room. I heard the front door close, and everything in me wanted to chase after him, but my mind wouldn't let me. Instead, I covered my face with my good hand and sunk to the floor.

What is wrong with me?



I began wondering how stupid I must have been to have agreed to do that with Ronan. It was like all common sense had just floated away for an hour. I looked up and saw I was near 300 Fox Way. I wondered if Blue was awake at this unholy hour. I got my answer in a sharp bark. I turned to see her fighting the leashes of several dogs.

"Why, hello, Jane," I smiled cheerfully. She looked up, surprise clearly on her face.

"Gansey? What are you doing out here? Did the Pig get stolen?" She seemed to realize the absurdity of that statement, and changed it. "Did Ronan still the Pig?"

I shook my head.

"We got into a bit of...trouble...and had to run for it. The Pig is still at Monmouth."

She raised a curious eyebrow.

"What kind of trouble?" she asked, a mischievous smile on her lips. Lips that I would have killed to make mine if only I could. I realized she wanted an answer.

"The illegal kind."

Her smile widened.

"You can tell me all about it while we walk them," she said gesturing to the dogs who were entangling their leashes again. I smiled- until she handed me two leashes. Her smile widened. "You didn't expect to not help did you?"




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