For the first time in my life, I finally have the courage to make a TimKon, even if it's an Zombie AU.

*whispers* it's finally happening. *sheds a tear* it was like opening my eyes for the first writing this...

*blows nose* e-enjoy...


Disclaimer:

"I swear Louise, if you're bawling out because of TimKon..." Marrione's voice rang out clearly through the room.

"It"s not my fault!" Louise spilled out, now on her third box of tissues. "AO3 has some of the best timkons ever made... then listen to 'Dusk Till Dawn' when reading RenkonNairu's Tomorrow!"

"You're such a drama queen. Hurry up and finish the disclaimer," Marrione yawned, looking bored.

"Do it for timkon's sake, pleaseeee."

"Fine. She doesn't own Tim or Kon."


"Tim?" Conner looked at his friend, Tim, who was busy ripping the first aid kit apart. "Yeah, Kon?" Tim tried to ask in a casual manner, his voice cracking as he hurriedly cleaned the wound on his right arm. "Am I going to die?"

"No, stupid. I'm not letting you go like this."

Conner coughed up blood, making Tim's eyes worriedly flicker back and forth between trying to salvage what could be left from his bitten off arm and at Conner's eyes. "A-are you sure?"

Tim looked at him hard, fierce determination in his eyes as he angrily tore his long sleeve and wrapped it around his heavily bleeding arm. "Yeah, you idiot. You aren't going to die."

"But I'm infected, right?" Conner looked at him, looking it was useless for Tim to save him. "What's the use in trying to save me?"

"Because I'm not letting you die like this, idiot. I will find that cure."

Conner's left eye twitch and he felt the virus try to take ahold of him. No, he thought. Not like this.

"Tim... I love you."

Tim abruptly looked up from his clumsy stitchwork at stitching the fabric to his arm. "I know," he said, his eyes watering as he tried to maintain a blank face. "I know, stupid. That's why you have to shut up and let me do my work! I don't want you to die, I don't want to lose you like we lost Cassie and Bart..." his voice trailed off.

Suddenly, Conner's hand held Tim's hand. "You know it's hopeless, Tim. Save yourself when you can. Why keep doing this?"

Tim yanked his hand away, tears running down his face. "Because I love you, you idiot!" He blurted out angrily. "Just keep being conscious!"

Conner's whole body shook for a moment, his eyes losing focus as he focused instead on Tim's voice, on Tim's words...

"...Just stay awake, keep your eyes on me, please Kon, don't close them! Kon-"

Conner's vision went black, and he grasped Tim's hand as tight as he could until his hand went limp.


So how'd I do? I'm not angsty or anything, it's just...

*sits in a corner crying* why did Prime kill Kon off. why does the universe hate Tim so much. why is DC so cruel to us TimKon shippers. why. whyyy.

(Then to top it off, I found a beautiful literary piece on deviantart involving timkon)

*sniffs* DC if they don't get together, I will flip your tables.

(Also review. DDaughterofAthena, I'm working on your prompt right now.)

-Marrione and Louise