Sebastian had attempted to keep Lacey had arm’s length for a little while. She had been persistent, and it worked for a little while, but eventually, he gave in. They had been secretly having an affair for a while. Months went by, letting the summer melt into fall, fall to winter, winter to spring, until finally, summer rolled around again, and the Quarter Quell was among them. Sebastian had yet to put his foot down to Lacey about returning as a mentor, because he knew that a Quell would surely stress her to the point of breaking. Burton had convinced him, but it honestly didn’t take a lot of effort on his part.
The Quell was going to be announced today. After several uprisings in different Districts and Victors from around Panem showing rebellious activity, things had been uneasy. Sebastian was a rebel, but he wasn’t going to play his cards in a stupid way. He had people he wanted to protect. So he waited it out.
When the Quell was getting ready for announcement, he helped his elderly father over to the Flax residence, wanting to be with Lacey and her family while this was announced so they could all discuss what it means to mentor in the Quell. He didn’t want to do it, but it was necessary to protect Lacey. So they got over to the mansion, Burton opening the door and hugging Sebastian as they eased Andronius Thread into the room. The older man, now pushing eighty, smiled at Lacey who was dressed at her casual best. Sebastian eased him down into an arm chair, leaning his cane against the side.
“Don’t strain yourself, Dad,” Sebastian said before rubbing his father’s arm and going to Lacey, giving her a hug.
“I’m sorry, Dean… I didn’t know who else to call…” There was no stopping the hot tears that spilled down my cheeks. I wasn’t even sure what I was crying about any more. The copious amounts of alcohol I had been encouraged to consume clouded my mind and blurred my vision. I couldn’t remember what had happened that left me sitting in a parking lot by myself, but I was sure of one thing. He was here to save me. Dean was crossing the space between us with urgency, his eyes wide and his brow creased in concern.
“Y/N! Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?! I swear to god if anyone laid a hand on you…” Dean hurriedly removed his jacket and folded it around my shaking body. The brightness from the Impala’s headlights was glaring off my flashy, short dress and the heels I held in one hand. I felt ashamed and childlike, desperately wiping the moisture from my face. He didn’t seem to notice my embarrassment. He was too preoccupied with searching my body for any signs that I had been injured. Overwhelming relief washed over me. He was here, it was all over.
“I’m okay, now that you’re here.” I choked back another sob and fell forward into Dean’s arms. His warmth felt like home to me. For the first time that night I felt safe and content. Dean pulled me tighter to his chest and spread a wide hand over the back of my hair. I could feel the anxiety in the way he squeezed me close. His breath came as a shaky sigh when he spoke again, this time the words more stern.
“You never, ever hesitate to call me when you’re scared. I would never forgive myself if…” He paused and I could feel a small shudder rock his body before he continued. “Come on, let’s get you home”
p.s. This whole situation is probably giving him flashbacks to the time his dad saved him from that bar in New York.