Eyes on Me (Harry/Casual) FINISHED

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(sorry for the wait on this)

Harry stood up when the guy stood, brushing off the dirt from his slacks. He first looked back at the motorcycle and then at the man who just saved his life - still in shock. Harry at this point, really didn't mind the cops, its not like he did anything wrong, but at this point, he wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of answering a bunch of questions - some of which he couldn't answer himself. And he couldn't let this guy get away with out asking some questions of his own, so impulsively, he followed him.

You look like you could use a drink... Maybe coffee? Coffee usually helps in these sitations. I could buy you a cup and explain further?"

"Coffee?" Harry repeated with an incredulous tone that he couldn't help but express, even if he tried not to. "Now? Really? Because we both almost died and you're covered in blood, if you haven't noticed." That comment was delivered almost dryly. Sometimes the situations he found himself in was just too ridiculous to even fret over. Or maybe that was his general indifference talking.

When they got far enough, the man stopped and told him his name was Sebastian. Harry paused, a skeptical and hesitant look in his light blue eyes as he cautiously took Sebastian's hand for a firm shake. "Harry. Harry Chandler." Releasing the handshake he went right to the point. "How did you do that?" And Harry blurted the following question without thinking about it, uncharacteristically. But he was so frazzled, he didn't even know what he was saying. "How far into the future can you...see?"

Right when that question left his lips, he knew he was an idiot. Because that meant he was buying into this idea that these visions were absolutely true. Couldn't it have been just a coincidence? Maybe he heard the motorcycle before Harry did. Goodness, was Harry even thinking at all?

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian looked down at the man's snide comment. "Oh... I actually hadn't noticed..." He pulled down the shirt to gauge the damage. It was extremely bloody, and the liquid had already begun darkening to a wine colored solid. He sighed, mumbling about having another shirt ruined. To answer his other notion, he said, "I almost die every time I have a vision. I've gotten used to it."

When they had stopped, and the man shook his hand, Sebastian was glad that some form of trust had been established, even if it was in shallow waters.

"How far into the future can you...see?"

He rubbed the back of his head. "Well, it all depends. I've seen as far ahead as twenty years before, and I've seen as far back as thousands of years. Mostly things having to do with death. I'm lucky if I see a ray of sunlight in any of my visions." He shrugged. "And I don't just do it. I never asked for my visions, and if I could give them back, I would. But... I want to help people. Seeing someone die and knowing I could stop it but doing nothing would make me feel guilty everyday."

He could tell Harry was still skeptical, but he didn't know what else to say. He just hoped the man would ask the right questions on the road to believing him.

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Harry studied him, looking into his eyes with intense bemusement. The fact of the matter was that he did believe him. It was irrational, illogical, and made no sense what so ever, but Harry was also seeing his dead father everywhere so that wasn't exactly rational either. Harry exhaled heavily and ran a hand through his his dark hair once Sebastian finished talking. This made no sense, and Harry couldn't stand when things didn't make sense. It irritated him to no end.

But he's come to find out that sometimes...things just didn't add up. This was one of those times. Why would this man lie about something like this? What would be the point? To avoid the cops? Such an excuse would have Harry running right to the cops...

Harry needed to really think about this though. This guy could see the future and the past. What Harry wouldn't give to have access to time, to see what actually happened to his father, to understand and accept his own fate. If Harry allowed himself to believe this nonsense, that it was possible to see the future and the past ...could this be his solution? Could this help him do right by his father - for once? What did he have to lose if he bought into this? His pride? Harry had no pride to lose - not anymore. He had nothing to his name accept this one goal - help his father, whatever that meant.

"Sebastian," Harry started. He hesitated, furrowing his brow again, choosing his words carefully, a somewhat desperate tone in his voice. "Please, you have to tell me, do you see anything else about me? About those I associate with? Anything at all?" He heard Sebastian when he said it didn't exactly work at whim but Harry had to ask. He had to. He put a hand on Sebastian's shoulder to emphasize his seriousness. "Please."

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian was a little surprised at Harry's little desperate outburst. He must have had major problems, or else he'd probably have turned him over to the cops. He'd had a lucky break with this one, but unfortunately he'd had to spill his secret, which didn't bode well for him. He'd promised himself he'd never tell anyone about his visions, after Drew died. But he had to do this, to save his life.

Now he was being begged for information? That wasn't how he wanted to use his visions. He didn't know how to break it to him that his visions were subjective. Harry looked like he might go crazy if Sebastian didn't have the answers he so desperately craved.

"Harry... I'm sorry... but I can't feel auras. I can't see things other people are thinking, nor can I look through a person's past." He shrugged. "But who knows. Maybe I'll get lucky and have another vision about you...." he looked at him long and hard. "But I don't know if I want to. Like I said, I don't like my visions. They just happen."

He leaned against a nearby wall, and crossed his arms. "If you want, I could keep an eye out for you and any of your family and friends. Though I don't exactly know who I'm looking at when I have a vision. I'd have to know the face."

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Harry sighed. He knew it was a long shot - but if there were any chance he could see anything definitive about what happened to his father, he'd take it. Right now Sebastian was offering his eyes and ears, keeping aware in case he might, on the off chance, find out something else about Harry or Claudius. Should he even bother? Probably not, he'd just be wasting this guy's time. Especially if Harry was actually crazy for believing in what he said. And what if he couldn't trust him? Eventually Sebastian could find out his whole 'crazy' act (when it really got around to the media) and ruin Harry's whole plan (or lack thereof).

So Harry shook his head in defeat. "No...no, it's okay." he rolled his eyes and smirked a bit sarcastically. "You are absolutely right. You don't want to have another vision of me. If today's was any indication, it'll be like watching one pretty bad tragic flick or something. Trust me."

He sighed again and gave him a look of gratitude. "Thanks, I owe you one. But unfortunately I have a useless car to take care of which, considering how much it costs, I should probably sue for or something." He started to walk past him but then paused, something with in him urging him to stop. Really what if this was an opportunity he was just passing up? He ran into this guy for a reason right? Harry used to be a man of faith at some point - values that his father instilled in him and values that seemed to disappear as soon as he died. Nonetheless, wasn't it odd that he'd run into this man who had (or claimed) he had this gift to see the future and the past?

And if the man revealed that his insanity was ultimately an act, what would it matter if Harry finally had the info he wanted?

Harry turned around and said - "Wait - Sebastian? Have you ever heard of a man named Claudius Chandler?"