Author's Note: Hi, so this is my first DPS fic. With the death of Robin Williams I went back and watched this film and fell in love with it all over again. I'm usually not one to completely change an element of a film's storyline for a fic, but I figured this was one that deserved a happy ending. And after reading missjagger's If I Can Make It There, it gave me the idea of what would happen if Neil had lived. I may write another fic about the future with Neil still dying, but let's see how this one goes first. I know this chapter isn't very long, but it's just the intro. The rest will definitely be longer. Thanks for reading!
The gun was heavy and cold in his hand. He closed his eyes, expecting one last calming thought before he would take his last bow, but that wasn't what he got.
The first image to come to him was Todd. He should have figured it would be.
He wasn't quite sure what they were; neither of them were. They had kissed a few times and occasionally fallen asleep in one of their beds, but that was it. They had never actually sat down and discussed what it was between them.
His eyes still closed, Neil smiled, remember that first kiss. It was mindblowing, it really was. That feeling was the only thing that could rival the feeling he got when acting on stage.
He knew Todd would be devastated if he went through with this. But then again, that was part of his decision in the first place. By taking him out of Welton, his father wasn't just taking away Mr. Keating and the Dead Poets Society; he was taking away Todd. And that was worst of all.
But still, he couldn't do it. He couldn't leave Todd behind. So what would he do?
Before he thought too much more about his decision, he quickly replaced his father's gun, ran up to his room to change his clothes, and bolted out of the house.
If there was one person who could help him, it was Mr. Keating.
TBC
Author's Note: I know there's not much here, but I'll have a much longer update soon, I promise! Thanks again for reading!