AN: So, there is another chapter. I hope you'll enjoy it :) I also want to say that I'm leaving tomorrow for a vocation so next chapter may take more time then usually.

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Erwin takes a deep breath in and let it out.

In and out.

In and out.

He looks at his reflexion in the mirror. He looks paler then usually and has circles under the eyes. The last few days were a nightmare for him. His father hates unexpected visits so he had to send him a letter.

He received the replay yesterday that he can come whenever he wants.

Everything musts be perfect. His father isn't very good to deal with. He knows how to speak with anybody. How to make them do what he wants. But his father is different. He is very unpredictable – even more unpredictable then Levi.

He is allowed to see Levi today, in the custody. Only for few minutes, but that's something he haven't even hoped for.

He is planning visit his father right after he talks to Levi. He wears a formal cloths with a tie but not too formal, because he is about to ride his horse to his old home. His father likes everything to be at least a little formal. Erwin supposes that's why they are not and never were very close. They have some distance between them and neither of them wants to overcome it. Both of them feel it's too late for it anyway.

Erwin combs his hair and then gives his reflexion a long look. With a thought that it's not going to be better anyway, he sighs and walks away from the mirror.

He leaves his house and gets on a horse that's been waiting there for him. He thanks the soldier who prepared Erwin's animal for him and held it there and the gets on the horse.

He still can't believe he actually can see Levi. He's thought that Dawk wouldn't allow it but he actually does him a favour. Contrary to popular opinion, Erwin and Nile don't hate each other. True, they are not exactly friends – there is too much rivalry for that – but they do have huge respect for each other and they are perfectly capable to make a reasonable conversation.

Erwin heads to the Wall Sina since the station of MP where they keep Levi is there.

It takes him some time to get there and when he does he has to pretend not to see those stupid curious stares given to him by policemen. They piss him off more than usual.

The station is big and full of people who pretend to do something.

Erwin isn't surprised that Nile Dawk is there, waiting for him.

"I must check on you." Dawk says.

The blond nods but he can read between the lines. Dawk is there to make sure he doesn't try to do something stupid like manipulation with evidence, which is ridiculous because both of them know that Erwin is smarter than that. If he decided to do it, no one would be able to prove him anything.

Then Erwin sign a statement that he doesn't have anything in his possession that is a threat to the security of the institution.

When Dawk searches him, Erwin has to fight the urge not to roll his eyes.

"Good." Dawk seems to be satisfied and he straightens up. After his eyes find a young member of MP, he points to him and says: "Johnson, take Commander Smith to Levi's cell and let him talk to him." Then Dawk turns back to Erwin. "I can give you maximally ten minutes."

"Thank you. I appreciate that." Erwin ensures him. Maybe it would sound more kindly if he wouldn't say that with such dull voice but what's done is done. And Dawk doesn't expect of him to be kind anyway.

"This way, Sir." Anderson seems pretty nervous and avoids Erwin's glare. The blond finally recognize him. He's one of those men who came for Levi few days ago.

Levi is kept in the dungeon under the station and Anderson leads Erwin to him. This place is very familiar to the one where they kept Eren once. It has the same cells and Erwin feels the piercing coldness of this place in his bones.

Levi's cell is on the end of the tunnel and in front of the cell are two policemen guarding.

Erwin's lover sits on the bed, his crutches are not there and it almost causes Erwin to burst out in rage. Fortunately, he's not chained to the walls. If it would be, the blond probably wouldn't be able to control his fury and he'd start shouting at the guards and everyone in sight.

Levi's boring expression and tensed pose doesn't change even with the arrival of his commander but his eyes shows relief.

"I wish to be with him alone." Erwin says to Anderson and the other two.

"I'm sorry, Sir." Anderson says. "But we-"

"I said I want to be with him alone." the blond repeats this time using proper emphasis on the sentence. His and Anderson's eyes meet and the younger man gulps after few seconds.

"Yes, Sir, but I need to report this to Commander Dawk." he nods to the guards in front of the cell.

They seem suspicious but leaves together with Anderson.

Erwin waits until the sound of their footsteps vanish and then he leans against the bars. He tries to say something but he can't even open his mouth. What would he say, anyway? 'Are you alright?' He obviously is not alright – hasn't been since the injury. 'How are you doing?' How can someone who is in the custody been doing?

"Have you figured out a way to get me out of here?" Levi asks with no expression. Erwin is glad that he speaks first.

"I have a plan, yes." Erwin nods. "But I'm not sure if this one will work."

Levi's grey almost silver eyes meet his and Levi's face shows concerns. Then the raven says: "You are planning to go to your father, aren't you?"

The smaller male once again proves he's actually pretty intelligent and can read in Erwin as much as Erwin can read in him.

"Yes." the blond nods.

Silence falls upon them. After few seconds, Levi uses the bed as a support a gets up.

Erwin complains immediately: "You should-"

"Shut up." Levi hisses and keeps walking, or rather jumping to Erwin, using firstly the bed and then the wall as his support.

Finally, he grabs the bars and leans closer to Erwin. The blond lowers his head but they don't kiss. Instead they let their forehead rest against each other's, looking deeply into each other's eyes.

"You don't have to see him." Levi whispers. "I still have a chance to win the curt without any nepotism."

"We both know that's a lie." Erwin sighs and closes his eyes.

He feels Levi's sight and a light touch running along his chest and shoulder.

When Erwin opens his eyes again they are full of determination. "I won't let anyone take you away from me."

Levi smirks and rolls his eyes. "You sound like some stupid hero of a romantic novel, you fool." he complains but his voice is soft.

Erwin's lips curve a little. "You like that."

"Fuck no!" Levi denies immediately. "If you do that again, I'll kick your worthless ass!"

The blond chuckles but when he hears the sound of footsteps again, he lets his lips meet Levi's for a very, very short moment and then pulls away.

He is wearing his mask of calmness and equanimity again when the guards come.

Before he gets to his father house, or rather a small mansion, it starts raining.

The mansion of Oliver Smith is in safe territory, inside the Wall Sina. It stands in the district of rich people. Only the top of the mansion can be seen from the street due to the ridiculously high hedge. It also used to have a beautiful garden but after Erwin's mother's death, his father removed everything and now everywhere is lawn.

Erwin stops in front of a gate. A butler is already there with a servant, waiting for him in the rain. The blond hands the servant the bridle together with his horse and follows the butler.

"It's been long time since we've last seen each other, sir." he says.

"Long time indeed, Alfred." Erwin nods. "How is father doing?"

Alfred only smiles. "He's still the same."

After mother's death, Oliver hired whole new personal for the mansion. He literally threw away everything that would remind him his wife was once alive.

Erwin knows that his father mourned (maybe is still mourning) for her but he doesn't sympathize with him. Somehow he considers him more as a rival than anything else. Maybe if Oliver treated him as his child and not a stranger, their relationship would be… deeper. There is some love, yes, but it's somehow… twisted.

When Erwin and the butler get inside, Alfred helps the blond to take off his coat.

"Mr Smith is waiting for you in his study." Alfred says.

"Thank you." Erwin murmurs as he heads to the second floor where the study is.

The building is as empty and cold as he remembers it. His footsteps, as he goes upstairs, echo in the room like peal of thunder.

When he finally stands in front of closed wooden door, he feels like a child again. He knocks three times, waiting for invitation.

"Come in." Erwin hears his father voice and he carefully opens the door.

The room hasn't changed at all. Books, books, books, a desk with a chair and paperwork and books.

Erwin is the spitting image of his father. Both tall with broad shoulders, blond hair and cold blue eyes. The only reason is that Oliver has way more wrinkles and grey hair.

"Hello." Erwin greets Oliver, not showing any anxiety he feels in his posture. He has his hand behind his back as he used to do it when he was a kid.

"Welcome, Erwin." Oliver doesn't smile on his only child. Instead he lowers his eyes to watches in his hand. "And you are two minutes late… as usual."

His son smiles bitterly. "I apologize about that."

Oliver licks his lips and gives a nod towards the chair against his desk. He sits down right opposite the chair he offers.

After Erwin takes the seat, the older Smith continues: "I would offer you a cup tea but we both know it would be only waste of time and very good tea."

Although the younger man isn't expecting a warm welcome, it still hurts a little to be so rejected by his own father.

"You are here because of that scum, aren't you, Erwin?" Oliver narrows his eyes.

The younger blond fights the urge to start shouting at his father that Levi is no scum. He can't let his behaviour slip. And so instead hi bows his head and says: "Yes, father."

Oliver clicks his tongue. "Well, I've got some information about this case." he smiles unkindly. "I heard that there are three new witnesses who suddenly remembered that they have seen Levi in the area where Alexander Walton died. They are all prepared to testify in the court."

"It's been years. They may remember incorrectly." Erwin opposes.

"They may." Oliver admits.

For few seconds which seem to be an eternity there is only silence between them. Then Erwin clears his throat and asks: "What do you know about that Walton?"

Oliver smiles again. "I'm sure you know Lord Camille, right?"

The younger man nods, not very amused.

"Well, he was that man's father." Oliver says. "That's why most of his criminal activities had been overlooked. And by what I've heard they had been really close to each other. That's why he insisted on the court."

Erwin hesitates a little. His heart is racing but he manages to ask: "You know Lord Camille; you are his friend. Could you try to persuade him about talking to the witnesses so they-"

He is very impolitely interrupted by his father: "I definitely could do it but I won't."

Eyes of the father and the son meet and they both stay tensed, like two old wolves.

Erwin lowers his eyes: "Father, please." It's incredibly hard for Erwin to beg – he feels exposed and vulnerable. "At least once in your life do what I ask you to."

An expression of pure rage runs across Oliver's face. "What you ask me to?!" he shouts. "When did you do what I asked for, Erwin?! I asked you to find a wife and not some filthy thief and murderer! I asked you to become an adviser of the king and you instead chose the life of a soldier." he literally spits out the last word and Erwin can see the disappointing his father always holds when it comes to his son. "You could have everything with your intelligence. You could be the most powerful man inside the walls and instead you are playing a little soldier outside."

Erwin's eyes sparkle with anger when he hears the words. "Playing a soldier?" he doesn't even realize he's getting on his feet. "Playing a soldier?! People die out there! They get eaten; they get their limbs bitten off! What about that is playing, father?! And what would happen to all these politics and to the king inside the wall if my men wouldn't die and protect the walls? Do you really believe everybody would live peacefully? If you do you are even bigger fool, than I thought!"

Erwin knows this isn't a good move. He knows but he has been holding this anger and frustration for too long. His heart is racing even more and his clenched fists are trembling.

Oliver's eyes widen and he gets up on his feet just as Erwin did seconds ago. "You disappointing brat!" he shouts. "Get out! Out of my house!"

But he doesn't have to say that. Erwin is already on his way to the door.

Unfortunately, Oliver isn't over yet: "Don't ever dare to come into this house again! And I hope you'll enjoy watching that little whore of yours getting hanged!"

Erwin slams the door behind him. He just can't wait to leave this fucking house.