Fear Is Only In Our Minds [Erin]

[Alfred Franklin Jones]

[I'm just going to post this warning up here. It's hopefully unnecessary, but I feel as though I need to nonetheless. This is a trigger warning. This post contains in depth references to nuclear war, as well as depictions of some of the symptoms of radiation poisoning. I don't think I went as crazy as I could have, but I felt a warning was fair nonetheless.]

IT MAY SOUND ABSURD, BUT DON'T BE NAIVE

EVEN HEROES HAVE THE RIGHT TO BLEED
I MAY BE DISTURBED, BUT WON'T YOU CONCEDE

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He was at the White House when it happened.

He thought it was all over. He thought that the fall of the Soviet Union meant the end of this. Little did he realize that it was only the beginning.

The iceberg resembling the Cold War had recently grown to larger proportions than ever. Alfred's boss and Ivan's boss were at a fierce standoff, leaving Alfred and Ivan waiting on tenterhooks. Did they really want this? Wasn't this enough of a headache the first time around? Game pieces were placed into their positions, neither Alfred nor Ivan willing to make a move to end this stalemate.

Someone wasn't content to leave the pieces in their current arrangement. Someone opted to move a piece forward.

And then all hell broke loose.

Alfred had been called to his boss' office for an emergency meeting. He had never heard a boss so frightened in his life. He threw on his best clothes and practically sprinted down the hall. He threw open the doors to his boss' office. Then he collapsed to the ground at once, a burning sensation radiating through his chest.

Pain. He wasn't new to pain. Brief flashes of the Civil War, Pearl Harbor, and 9/11 flashed through his head. No, this pain was different somehow. Worse. This realization made Alfred slightly nauseous. What could be worse than the Civil War?

It was only the beginning.

Sensations, much like the one in his chest, began to creep throughout his body. It was all he could do not to cry out in pain, though as hard as he tried, he could not help but writhe a little on the floor. Alfred was no longer slightly nauseous. He felt a warm liquid bubbling up in his throat. Though it hurt to move, Alfred was able to roll himself to his side before vomiting. If Alfred wasn't disconcerted before, he was upon seeing the color of his vomit. Red. Red, red, red. He was vomiting blood. Something was eating him apart from both the inside and out. What was capable of doing such a thing? He was a nation, not a human. What force could be this powerful, this frightening, that it had him at his knees at one fell swoop?

Alfred felt another burning sensation sweep down his forearm. Wide eyes darted down to his arm, mostly covered by the suit. With some effort, Alfred was able to rip his suit upward. Another wave of nausea hit, but this one was not from the effects of the unseen force wreaking havoc on him. No, this came from the sight of the burn on his arm. He recognized it. He'd seen it before, on a human. A human woman who was present for the bombing of Hiroshima or Nagasaki. Alfred couldn't recall exactly which. All he knew was that this was no ordinary burn. This was a radiation burn.

Nukes.

Checkmate.

Alfred covered his ears as the screams started. He knew it was only a matter of time. He could see his people suffering, hear them, feel them. He closed his eyes as tears rolled down his cheeks, a familiar wave of guilt coming over him. Was this what Kiku felt at the end of World War II? Had he really put another being through this? He wouldn't wish this on his worst enemy.

His worst enemy.

His worst enemy was standing against the opposite wall. Alfred's vision was blurred, so he could not make out the features at first. But he would recognize that scarf anywhere.

"You..."

[/color] He hissed.

He was the one who'd done this. It was Russia. He was responsible for it all. And he had the nerve to show his face at the White House? On Alfred's land? If Alfred had more strength, he would have lunged for Ivan at once, to wipe the creepy smile off of the dirty commie's face once and for all. As it was, though, a slight jarring caused Alfred to vomit once more. He was in no condition to do much of anything.

Besides, he soon became aware of something else.

Ivan was smiling, but it wasn't even his usual smile. There was something present in Ivan's eyes that Alfred had never seen before, in the hundreds of years that he'd known Russia. It was fear, desperation. Pain. Ivan was clutching at his chest. He had a familiar looking burn across his face. His skin was red, cracked, peeling, blood escaping from cracks in the skin. Alfred knew at once that he looked just like that. And then, before Alfred's eyes, Ivan collapsed on to the floor.

Alfred tried to scream, but all he could force out was a strangled sounding groan. Alfred was the one who emitted it, yet it didn't even sound human to his ears. It sounded like a wounded animal on his last limbs.

Mutually assured destruction.

He found himself asking why. No...he knew why. Who. He wanted to know who. Who had dropped the first bomb. His boss...the President of the United States of America...obviously misread his face. "You want to know who won?"

"There are...no winners..."[/color] Alfred stammered out. "Who?"[/color]

A wry smile came across the President's face. "We did, of course."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"[/color] He cried out as his eyes flew open, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Nonononononononono."[/color] His clear, undamaged cheeks. Alfred slowly became aware that he was no longer in pain. In fact, he was no longer in the White House. He was no longer anywhere resembling where he'd been before. It had all been a dream, one horrific nightmare. And it most certainly wasn't the first.

Alfred had fallen asleep on a bench in the hallway. This was the first time he'd had such a dream in the public eye. With this realization, Alfred also became aware that he wasn't alone. Fortunately, if he'd cried out, it hadn't attracted a crowd. Alfred didn't know if he would be able to live with that.

There was someone there though. Were Alfred in a normal mood, he would have laughed and tried to play everything off. Were no one there, Alfred would have gone on with his day as though nothing happened...as though his heart weren't still racing, as though the tearstains on his cheeks were from something ridiculous like too much dust in the air or something.

Alfred found that he didn't care, though. He didn't even care the identity of the person there with him. He just pulled them close to him, closing his eyes tightly, grateful for the feeling of a warm body to provide comfort to him. He felt like a small colony all over again, seeking refuge from a fictional monster under the bed.

Only in this case, the monster was real. And he could strike at any time.

"No...no..."[/color] Alfred muttered, perfectly aware that whoever he was with would likely have questions. Questions that he wouldn't want to answer. He knew he was behaving in a way that would make him want to kick himself later on. He was the hero, he wasn't supposed to be acting like this. None of that mattered in this particular moment, though. What mattered was that someone was there with him.

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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Superman (It's Not Easy) - Five For Fighting
WORD COUNT: 1249
TAG: Erin/Jez-E
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EVEN HEROES HAVE THE RIGHT TO DREAM

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[Erin Aoife Patrick]

And you got to take a little dirt
To keep what you love

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Erin had been thinking and stewing for days since her and Alfred’s kitchen fiasco. She had no idea what had become of the situation, having come down with a more dramatic set of symptoms from her current depression, most likely agitated by her emotions from that night. She had walked away horny as all hell, she had been almost regretful of her own actions but more than anything she felt terrible that she had hurt Alfred, and quite intentionally, even if the intent wasn’t to hurt him but rather Chaya. Erin rarely felt regret or cared more for another’s feelings over her own. It was the very reason she knew that she cared about Alfred more than she should.

Erin had been struggling to push back those emotions. This wasn’t 1845. They were not dating, they hadn’t been dating since 1850 and it had been her own fault for letting him go. She had been the one to break that off. She had been the one to say the relationship wasn’t mature enough for her. And now, over a century and a half later she was regretting it. A Mature relationship wasn’t what she needed anymore. She wanted fun, frivolousness and freedom to do as she pleased without being lonely at the same time. She wanted that fun time with Alfred again…and it complicated everything. She shut down the ideas over and over and so far, she’d done alright---except when Alfred was around in person. Then it became often unbearable or her accompanied lust for him became almost impossible to ignore.

Erin had finally left her dorm this morning, moving through the school. She had classes but she had been really late for her earlier one and her next class was several hours away. It wasn’t something she was exactly looking forward to. She wandered through the hallways dodging people as she meandered. What she didn’t expect was to pass by a bench where Alfred was asleep, and he didn’t appear to be sleeping peacefully.

Erin scowled irritably at first. How dare he be here when he was already invading her mind all morning and over the last few days. Sure, she had gone to Ivan to relieve her sexual tension, but she still had wanted Alfred. He hadn’t exactly been fit to continue after the reaming from Ildri and the silent disapproval from Warren. The irritation was dominant as she stormed over to…well…she didn’t know what!!

But then she heard a hiss, not quite making out the word. That was strange. Must be having a dream about Ivan, given the angry tone. She planted herself on the edge of the bench, watching him intently, her hand hovering ready to wake him up. She prodded him gently, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Erin spared a glance around and no one was giving Alfred so much as a second glance. A student passed out anywhere was not all that uncommon. So no one apparently cared to do anything about it. She turned to look back at Alfred and was surprised to actually get some coherence. No Winners? What the hell was he talking about? She once again tried to wake him, this time with a gentle shake.

Once again, it appeared to matter little. Well, except the fact that he had started screaming. She jumped as his eyes shot open and the sound came from him. She shot a look around and the whole hallway had stopped for a moment at the noise. It took only moments for them to go back to what they were doing. Erin’s irritation evaporated when she noticed the tears on his cheeks. Damn! What had he been dreaming about?

Erin rested her hand on his shoulder, concern on her face, an expression that was rarely given by Erin. ”Al?”

[/b] She asked softly, not expecting an answer, but trying to determine how aware he was. She could feel his hear racing under her fingers where they came close to his neck and knew he obviously wasn’t alright. Then again, how often did the almighty America cry?

Erin’s eyes widened in complete surprise when he pulled her closer, and wrapped her arms around him, running a hand through his hair over and over, stroking gently. ”It’s alright Al. It was a nightmare.”[/b] She said softly, her tone slightly surprised but also laced with concern. Her own heart was starting to beat faster from the proximity, but simmered down as she forced the feeling aside.

”It’s alright. Everything is fine…”[/b] She repeated, not sure what else to say. Erin wasn’t generally someone who comforted or cared for others. People didn’t come to Erin when they needed someone to talk to. They didn’t come to her when their heart was broken (unless sleeping the pain away was the plan), their emotions were raging or when they needed advice. Erin was the one you came to when you were lonely and wanted to have some fun. She tried to think back to what she remembered being done for her when she had needed someone. When she had nightmares, attendants would do something similar to her current actions and that was the only reason she even had a clue as to what to do or what to say.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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•• Outfit • A green sundress, a plain white skin tight sweater and a pair of white flats. ••
•• Lyrics • "If you could only see" By Tonic ••

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[Alfred Franklin Jones]

IT MAY SOUND ABSURD, BUT DON'T BE NAIVE

EVEN HEROES HAVE THE RIGHT TO BLEED
I MAY BE DISTURBED, BUT WON'T YOU CONCEDE

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As Alfred slowly became more aware of his surroundings, he consciously tried to calm himself down. He could still feel his heart pounding beneath his ribcage, almost threatening to burst forth from his chest. That was the first call of order - Getting his heart rate to slow, thereby slowing the release of adrenaline into his bloodstream. He took a few deep breaths, finding that this helped - His heart was still faster than usual, but not pounding so hard it practically hurt. He also quickly wiped the tears away from his face, trying to remove any evidence that that happened.

Becoming more aware meant that he also recognized the voice and the hair of the person that his arms were around. Yes, he'd know that green hair anywhere. Prior to the nightmare, he might have worried about being seen with his arms around Erin, but he honestly didn't care at this point in time. It was damn comforting having someone there with him, and her presence offered a soothing of it's own, helping his heart rate to decrease still.

"Ivan."

[/color] Alfred stated, his arms still around Erin as he rested his chin on her shoulder, rather than pulling apart to look at her face. As comforting as it was having her there, he wasn't so sure he wanted to look her in the eye just yet. He was still wrestling with his emotions, and wanted to get somewhat of a grip on them before he let Erin get a good look at his face.

"He...and I...World War III."[/color] How else could he explain it? Everyone knew what World War III between Alfred and Ivan meant, and he didn't even have to say the 'n' word. It was funny, really. Alfred could toss that word around all the time jokingly, not bothered so long as it was a joke. Hell, he could even mention World War III as a joke. It was all fine and dandy, as long as it was a joke. If it was serious, though? It bothered Alfred far, far more than he let on.

Dreams like this were common place during the Cold War. Alfred was having a great month if he didn't have at least one dream of doom and destruction. There were some parts of his rivalry with Ivan that he admittedly enjoyed, but he didn't enjoy that part of it. He didn't like that they had weapons capable of destroying the world. Just thinking about this made his heart speed up once more. Shit, he was never going to get a handle on himself if he kept thinking along these lines.
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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Superman (It's Not Easy) - Five For Fighting
WORD COUNT: 447
TAG: Erin/Jez-E
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[Erin Aoife Patrick]

And you got to take a little dirt
To keep what you love

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Erin was painfully aware of Alfred’s heart rate, their proximity allowing her to feel it as if it was her own. Though her own heart was beating a very different beat. She was at least glad to feel the difference as it decreased in speed. A lower heart rate meant he’d have better awareness and self control. That was good for both of them, especially with Alfred flipping his shit in a school hallway.

As soon as she felt the movement from him wiping the tears away she was about to move away, but decided it best to give him a moment. She didn’t like showing signs of weakness herself. She showed them all the time, but was usually able to disguise them quite effectively. Usually she hid everything in rage and anger, yelling, screaming and flipping her shit. When she felt sick, she retreated quickly to try to get away before the signs broke through. And when upset, she drank and tried to be aggressive rather than passively crying over an issue. Fear wasn’t something Erin experienced often, but when it did happen she shut down, which was dangerous to her image and to her ego. She was sure Alfred was feeling similarly that this was the case. At least she could help shield him from other people noticing how dishevelled he was. Not to mention she got to stay close to him where she wanted to be anyway to do it...

Erin was unaware how much her presence was helping. She saw only that Alfred was gaining self control. She wasn’t observant so without a hyper awareness to his heart rate she’d have been completely confused as to which stage or recovery he was in. His heart rate was only apparent because of her awareness of her own heart rate, leading her to take greater notice of his. Without it, she’d have pulled away from what could only be considered an awkward hug of comfort before now.

Erin was puzzled when Alfred mentioned Ivan and almost pulled back again but felt Alfred’s head on her shoulder, sending her heart rate spiking again. She almost stopped listening as her own heart went nuts and her mind reminded her how much she wanted Alfred even though she shouldn’t have. They hadn’t worked out. And she was over him!! He was with Chaya...or had been...god relationships were confusing. But most importantly, she was supposed to be over him. They were friends with occasionally sexual interest. That was it!! She had no right to expect anything else. God how she hated how Chaya had anything else...NO! She didn’t need Alfred! Guys were just trouble. Relationships were just trouble.

She caught the comment about a WWIII and shook her head, her hair shifting and falling like a curtain over his shoulder to dangle. ”Everyone will actively work to avoid a World War III. It hasn’t happened yet so we are alright for now. Plus, if we all want to avoid it, it is much less likely to happen.”

[/b] She offered. World War I should have been the last of it but mistreatment of Germany as a punishment for WWI had helped pave the way for WWII, something that shouldn’t have happened and could have been avoided if the economy in Germany hadn’t gotten so bad that people wanted an extreme solution to the problem.

Erin was stating what she knew, not sure how to actually comfort someone properly. She knew what he needed to hear in a way, but it was more instinctive and less conscious. Erin didn’t do comfort. She was too mentally unstable herself to be very supportive of anyone else. She was completely unaware of his thought train, but she did know Nukes were involved in his nightmare. That was a given if a third war were to happen. She just hoped it never came to that. The horrors of nuclear warfare were made quite apparent during WWII, something she never wanted to see again. She was sure the other nations felt the same.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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•• Tag • Alfred Jones ••
•• Words • 674 ••
•• Outfit • A green sundress, a plain white skin tight sweater and a pair of white flats. ••
•• Lyrics • "If you could only see" By Tonic ••

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[Alfred Franklin Jones]

IT MAY SOUND ABSURD, BUT DON'T BE NAIVE

EVEN HEROES HAVE THE RIGHT TO BLEED
I MAY BE DISTURBED, BUT WON'T YOU CONCEDE

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Everyone had their fears, and nations were no different. Alfred had his share of fears, though he tried to cover them up to the best of his ability. He did so pretty successfully as well, if he said so himself (then again, if he said so himself, anything he did was a success, no matter if it actually was or not).

Most knew about his fear of ghosts. How could they not? He also wasn't a big fan of zombies, or anything that went bump in the night really. It was ironic, considering that particular fear of Alfred's would likely remain on the down low if it weren't for the fact that Alfred had to repeatedly prove to himself and others that he could sit through horror movies.

Ghosts weren't his biggest fear, contrary to popular belief. No, it was those god forsaken nukes.

They were fascinating at first. Such raw power, harnessed into such a tiny package. The forces within were new and exciting, scarcely understood. Which, simultaneously, made them both enthralling and completely and utterly terrifying. Could such a power even be controlled? That was the goal, and the supposed outcome, but could one call a nuclear warhead control over the forces within? Sure, the forces were technically encapsulated in said warhead, but once it detonated, those forces did whatever they damn well pleased. That wasn't control. That wasn't taming the monster. That was only temporarily caging it, then letting it loose, more ferocious than ever.

That was the crux of Alfred's nightmares. The most frightening ghosts were not the ones roaming around haunted mansions, but the 'walking ghosts'. They were men and women so addled by the forces of radiation (one of the many forces a nuclear weapon claimed to control) that they would be torn apart from the inside out, perhaps even unaware of their fate until it was too late. Not that anything could be done for them even if they knew. They were sentenced to death from the moment they were exposed to such high levels of radiation. They could only bide their time, waiting for their systems to shut down and put them out of their misery at last.

Erin spoke once again, her words, presumably, an attempt to comfort Alfred. It worked to some extent. Again, her mere presence there was a comfort. "Let's hope it never happens."

[/color] Alfred murmured softly, rather uncharacteristically. Alfred rarely murmured, or talked quietly at all. That was a surefire sign that he was still reeling from that nightmare. But even as he was still reeling, he was starting to recover.

With that, he came to another realization. He was clinging on to Erin for dear life, simply because she was there. In those first waking moments, he'd felt like a colony once more. Now, he had a distinct picture in his mind of what it had to look like. He, obviously, was no longer a colony, and therefore no longer had the physical appearance of a child. He stood at 5'10", Erin several inches shorter. And yet he was the one clinging to her. How amusing! It started off as a low chuckle, but soon erupted into full-blown guffaws, causing a few people to look in their direction. Alfred, by this point, had finally pulled away from Erin. "I just was thinking about...how ridiculous we have to look."[/color] He gestured between the two of them, a huge grin on his face. His typical grin, in fact, with one notable difference - This time, it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Let's go for a walk. My legs need to stretch out after that nap."[/color] Alfred proceeded to stretch his legs out in front of him before moving to his feet. As he waited for Erin to follow, he fidgeted. This in itself wasn't entirely unusual. Alfred had a hard time standing still at the best of times. Amongst everything else, however? It was just another sign that the effects of the nightmare had not blown over just yet.
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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Superman (It's Not Easy) - Five For Fighting
WORD COUNT: 693
TAG: Erin/Jez-E
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[Erin Aoife Patrick]

And you got to take a little dirt
To keep what you love

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It was true that even nations had something to fear. A lot of them shared the same fears of war, another great war, nuclear warfare and even their own country failing or no longer existing. One of Erin’s greatest fears had become famine, by-product of too many famines in Ireland over the years. Everyone had their own things to fear. Some covered them better than others. Alfred was pretty good at hiding things, but Erin was more aware of his feelings for things than she was of anyone else...except herself of course. Erin always came first in Erin’s world.

Erin had never been particularly intrigued or interested in nuclear technology. If anything, Alfred had shown her in WWII that Nukes were to be feared and avoided. Ireland was Nuke free and Erin planned for things to stay that way. Now, the whole world had reason to fear for their own safety with the destruction those terrible weapons could do. Naturally, Erin had her fair share of concerns regarding them. She was more than a little terrified someone would launch one at her, but she knew that everyone’s fear was likely to keep them away. Like walking down a downtown street at night; Everyone expects you to mug them and you expect them to mug you, causing general avoidance. Nations were afraid they would be nuked and as such were too paranoid others would do it, to actually do it themselves. The next person to use one was likely to begin WWIII after all...

Erin nodded a silent agreement. She more than hoped it never happened. She hoped it didn’t , dreaded it would...but those things rarely bothered her. Erin wasn’t one to think of those kinds of negatives. She had enough emotional issues without adding issues that were not happening right now or hadn’t already done their damage to her. The negatives that hadn’t happened were hardly considered unless she was presented with them. Her mind was flashing over them now, but in a few hours the concern would dim and hide away until brought up again.

Erin gained a look of confusion when she heard the chuckle form from Alfred. Had he gone mad? Had he snapped? Why was he chuckling!?!! Then his comment followed and Erin found herself laughing at him laughing, not so much the comment. ”I don’t know. I don’t think we look that ridiculous...”

[/b] She choked out, amused and pleased to see he was bouncing back.

Erin wasn’t generally observant. But she could feel that Alfred still wasn’t 100%. If someone had asked her to explain she really wouldn’t have known what to say. Sometimes she just understood things with Alfred. Perhaps it was simply because of her feelings for him for the moment. It certainly helped when your attention was focused at length on a person to pick up the little ticks...even if you didn’t understand what those were or couldn’t consciously point them out.

”Alright. A walk it is. I wasn’t planning on heading to any more classes today anyways...”[/b] she said with a grin. She fell into step next to him, something that generally looked a bit odd. He was after all nearly 10 inches taller than her. ”How about I buy you a burger?” she offered. ”I could use some fries myself...” she said, her eyes lighting up at the thought. Was Erin addicted to potatoes? Yes...yes she was....and in any form too![/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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•• Tag • Alfred Jones ••
•• Words • 572 ••
•• Outfit • A green sundress, a plain white skin tight sweater and a pair of white flats. ••
•• Lyrics • "If you could only see" By Tonic ••

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[Alfred Franklin Jones]

IT MAY SOUND ABSURD, BUT DON'T BE NAIVE

EVEN HEROES HAVE THE RIGHT TO BLEED
I MAY BE DISTURBED, BUT WON'T YOU CONCEDE

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Alfred didn't want to admit it, but as much as he feared them, Alfred could never dispose of all of his nukes. Part of it was out of paranoia. Sure, other countries could claim they disposed of all of their nuclear warheads, but who was to say that they wouldn't turn around and bomb everyone else as soon as everyone's backs were turned? Alfred was, for the most part, fully aware of just how farfetched this first scenario was, but it didn't stop the feelings from creeping up nonetheless. It was residual from the Cold War, and Alfred didn't think it would ever go away entirely.

The other reason, which Alfred wanted to owe up to even less than his own fear, was the power. Countries with nuclear weapons were considered amongst the most power for the mere fact that they possessed them. Alfred did like the power. He liked the feeling of being on top of the world, and he did not want to relinquish the position.

He just didn't like how he'd gotten that power. He didn't like that respect and power also came with fear, both his own and others. It was so much easier to try to push it to the back of his mind, and he succeeded most of the time. He could never escape his nightmares though. He could never escape the idea that such mass destruction was a very real possibility with such weapons still out there, and he could never escape the idea that he and his leaders were amongst those few capable of jump-starting such a chain reaction.

Alfred could understand Erin pretty well as well, so long as he knew to look. He would never had noticed visible signs of the illness associated with her economic depression before it was out in the open, but now that it was, Alfred was almost hyper-aware of when Erin seemed a bit under the weather. That was usually how it worked.

It helped that Erin knew how to cheer him up. "Burgers and fries? I'm game!"

[/color] Two of his favorite foods - Though contrary to popular belief, he didn't just subsist on fast food. Still, as far as fast comfort food went? It was perfect, and that was just what Alfred needed at this moment in time. That and company.
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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Superman (It's Not Easy) - Five For Fighting
WORD COUNT: 407
TAG: Erin/Jez-E
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