SPOILERS FOR SEASON TWO FINALE
A/N: Stream of consciousness fic from the time Nathan finds out Kelly died to when he gets paralyzed.
"He killed me, Nathan."
…What?
"I'm fookin' dead."
Disbelief.
She isn't alive, this is her ghost, she's dead, my Kelly is dead, I never told her, she never knew… We never got to be together. We never got to make love. I never got to wake up next to her and watch her sleeping. I never held her hand. I never met her parents. I never got to call her my girlfriend. Because she's dead, there is no more life in her, she was murdered—
Grieving turns into being righteously pissed.
He killed her. Someone murdered my best friend. Someone took her life without my permission. I will kill him. I will kill everything and everyone he ever loved and make him watch and then I will cancel all his favorite TV shows and then I will torture him and then I will kill him for what he did to her, what he did to me, to us.
He doesn't remember getting from the community center to the hotel, but the next thing he does remember is walking down the halls of the hotel in a blind rage. He doesn't have blood anymore; only pure revenge now courses through his veins.
If Kelly doesn't get to be alive, neither do you, you dickwad.
There he is.
"You nipple-sucking, breast-feeding Mama's boy, you killed her!" His hands are almost raised to choke Milk Boy, or whatever his name is, but suddenly all ability to move is gone. The prick is trying to kill me.
"Does that feel strange?" he asks, and it does, it really does, he can hardly move—what is he doing to me?
Everything is becoming blurry as he falls to his knees against his will. "You—can't kill me," he says. "I'm… immortal…"
And then Milk boy says something about cerebral cortex and being a vegetable, but all Nathan can think is Kelly… why can't I die… I want to be with Kelly…
Kelly…