Before you read the story, know that I'm a true die hard Chalek fan.

The thing was though that I kept reading all these fanfictions where Chloe's just like "Eh, whatevs, I'm over that guy who I just killed-wheres alek? I just realized after all that time that I totally LOVE HIM!"

...It just didn't seem realistic to me at all and I couldn't get over it. So here's my take on what happens after the finale. Don't claw my eyes out ;)

**I own nothing...obviously?**

No.

He's not dead. He's not.

I slap Brian on the cheek lightly and refuse to acknowledge how deathly pale it is.

"Time to wake up, Brian. It's not funny," I can't breathe. My throat is closed and darkness threatens its way into the corners of my vision.

By instinct my claws shoot out and I grab him by his cold stiff shoulders, shaking him harder than probably necessary.

"WAKE UP!" I'm shrieking, voice breaking with panic. My voice echoes off the theater walls in pure hysterics. How is it possible that this place was ever filled with anything but pain?

I bury my head into his shirt and begin to sob. He still smells of his cologne, the scent I'd clung onto for so many weeks. I dreamt of kissing those lips. Each time he leaned in on all those "just friends" dates, I'd wanted more than anything to lean back. To give in, let my guard down. But each time I was responsible, pulling away before it was too late.

Not this time. Bastet, how is this fair? I had just died from three fatal gunshots, how would I have had the strength to push him away?

It was exactly what I imagined it to be. He was so soft and warm and desperate. For a moment I forgot about everything. Forgot about the Mai, the shot, the curse, even Alek. All I wanted was to melt into that kiss. It was just a minute too late that my thoughts caught up with me.

I love you. I love you Chloe. Those were his last words, that he loved me. This is the price you pay for loving the Uniter? I thought I was supposed to bring people together.

After a while I sit up. My head is clouded with tears and there's no more room for thoughts. I feel cold and numb. Is this what murder feels like? With that boy in the dance club...I never fully understood that I was the one to kill him. Everyone came up with excuses, reasons why it wasn't me. But there's no denying it this time.

Brian. Beautiful, innocent, naïve Brian, is lying as a corpse on a deserted theater floor. And there's no one else to blame this time.

I gently lift his head and place it on my lap. He's dead, Chloe. Leave him alone...But I can't. I brush his hair away from his face and stroke his cheek, trying to will him back to life. As if my thoughts alone could push those eyes to open.

Tears spill at their own will and splash against his shirt. I hear footsteps but I refuse to look at anyone but him. Only him, till the day I die. Yet even then this nightmare won't be over. They have to keep bringing me back, again and again, forcing me to continue this pain. Why can't they go away? All of them, just go! I never want to see a single Mai again for as long as I live.

Finally I look up with eyes as hollow as my broken heart to see Amy and Paul stumble their way in. Witnesses to absorb my crime. I killed him I want to tell them, but the words get caught in my throat. I love him I want to cry, but there's no point in saying it now. He'd never get the chance to hear me say it. Any love for him that I felt before is only amplified now with guilt and longing.

"Paul," my voice cracks. "you've been listening to everything about the curse. Is there any way he could live?"

Paul swallows and takes a step towards me. "Was-wasn't Alek saying something about-about paralysis?"

I take in a quick breath and remember.

"Paul! You're right! You're a GENIUS!" I can't help but grin at this possibility, at this last shred of hope.

"I am?" He raises an eyebrow, looking from me to Amy and back to me. "I mean, yeah. I am! Lucky for you that I'm your sidekick, huh? Now about my nickname..."

But I'm not listening to Paul anymore, all I can think about is Brian. What does paralysis even really mean? Is it like a coma? Wouldn't he be breathing?

Maybe this curse is a different kind of paralysis. Surely it doesn't follow the same rules that normal human diseases do. Doctors would probably have all sorts of techniques to wake up Brian, but that doesn't mean any of them would work.

I have an idea. It can't really make anything worse if Brian really is dead. I bite my lip and lock eyes with Amy. She cocks her head to the side, eyes concerned.

"What is it, Chloe?" she asks, walking towards me. "Do you know something we don't?" her eyes narrow at the thought that she might be out of the loop.

"No, but I'm desperate enough to pretend I do," I respond.

This is it. I cradle Brian's head in my arms and trace his lips with my fingertips. I take a deep breath and lean in for one final kiss...

I have two more chapters already written but I'm not posting until I get some reviews! Hop to it! :D

P.S. It bothers me when people push them together without making either side work for it.. the show wouldn't have gone like that. expect banter :)