Don't own Boosh, Noel and Julian do.
He was dying. Falling. Fading into the bleak background. He ran a hand down his cheek, along the sharp contours. He wished he'd stopped him, thrown the helmet back at him but he hadn't. Howince, angst, character death.
For the one you love
A/N: This is based on a little story I heard, I'll type it at the end so as to not give it away.
The hospital room was dark, the shadows danced elegantly along the pale, white walls. A tear rolled down his cheek, it was such a beautiful moment, too perfect, like something from a book, like something from a hospital programme. That's why he was so sure Vince was going to wake up. He was so sure his eyes were going to flutter open with a hint of grace but they never did. He sighed and allowed more and more crystal drops drip from his eyes and onto his corduroys. He remembered that night perfectly. He remembered what it was and what it should have been but it wasn't. He remembered exactly the horrible, high-pitched squeal of the tyres, the crack, Vince's vulnerable whimper.
"I hate motorcycles, why did you get one?" Howard asked, annoyed and unsure. "I hate people touching me!"
"Yeah? Well deal with it Mr Jazz-pants. You either hold onto me or fall off. Besides, I got it cheap off Leroy's cousin Mike." Howard nodded and wrapped his arms shakily around Vince's slim stomach.
"That would be Mike that sounds like bike?" Vince nodded with a chuckle, a happy, delighted chuckle. The feel of Howard's arms around him allowed him to feel safer than a thousand bike helmets. "Why don't I get a helmet?"
"I only had one. You'll be fine; we're only going to the shop." Howard nodded and tightened his grip as the bike stand left the pavement. "You okay?" He felt him nod against the back of Vince's head he was held that close. "Okay." Five minutes later, Vince mumbled, "Howard, take my helmet off, you can wear it. You're all about safety and I'd rather you wear it than me, it doesn't exactly look good, it's ruining my hair! You know I backcombed it?" Howard sighed and carefully removed the helmet.
"You sure little man? I mean it's just isn't it safer for you to wear it?" He hovered it above Vince's head; his legs were wrapped around Vince's so he couldn't fall off.
"Nah, I'd rather you have it. I want to look good, you do safety, I do image that's how it always works." Howard nodded and placed it on his head, fastening it so tight it almost cut off circulation.
"Well if you're sure." Only a few minutes later, Howard flinched. "Vince! What the hell? Stop!" Vince cringed as the bike slammed into the wall of The Velvet Onion. Howard closed his eyes and blinked several times, the bleary vision becoming evidently clearer. "Vince?" He whispered brokenly. "Vince please!" He scurried over to his best friend's side. Blood trickled down Vince's arm and leg, a large piece of wood jutted from his side. Howard only survived because he had a helmet on. "Vince don't do this, please, think about Gary Numan, Led Zeppelin, anything!" Vince winced and managed to move slightly.
"How…Howard," the words tumbled over each other as they poured from his lips. "Howard, I knew the brakes were faulty, I'd tried to stop before but I couldn't. I wanted… I wanted you to… be safe. I couldn't… risk you're life… for… any…thing. I…I…I love you." Suddenly, he groaned, the loudest, most painful, most agonizing groan he had ever heard. His eyes fluttered shut and his head fell onto the wet, frozen gravel. Howard's eyes clouded with a thousand crystals, tumbling and tripping over one another.
"Vince! Come on you electro-ponce, don't die on me now. After everything we've seen, after everything we've been through you can't leave me. Not now, not yet." He screamed and pulled his best friend's mobile from the pile of crimson, filthy bricks and dialled 999.
"Mr Moon?" A woman in a blue mumbled almost silently. He knew it wasn't good news, he saw it in her glare, in her eyes. It was written in the way they twinkled with sorrowful tears. "We did all we could but we don't think he's going to pull through." He nodded and wandered back into the room he had been asked to leave when Vince had started to fall.
"Vince?" he whimpered almost mutely. "Vince even though you've gone, I want you to know, I loved you more than anything too." With that, he sat beside his friend, took his hand in his and kissed it lightly. "And I'll never stop loving you." Stroking his hand lightly, he sighed and sniffled a few tears back. Vince Noir, his everything had given him the helmet so he would live. He only wished he'd known. He only wished he could turn back time and stop him from pulling the metallic blue monster away from the curb. He only wished he'd known. His world had shattered like fibreglass; he couldn't pick up the pieces, not now, not ever. He'd always be plagued with the fact that the one he loved risked, and lost, his life for him.
Here's the story. You've probably heard it; this is the compressed version-
A man and his girlfriend are riding on his motor bike. He tells her to wear the helmet because he doesn't want helmet-hair. She smiles and puts on the helmet. The bike slams into a wall and the man dies but the woman survives with minor injuries all because she's wearing a helmet. The man secretly knew the brakes were faulty; he just wanted to give his girlfriend a chance to survive because she meant so much to him and he loved her.
If you would do this for the one you love then I hope this story has had an impact on you. If you wouldn't then I still hope it has had an impact on you. Review if you would do it or if you want to discuss anything. I heard it and had to write a story including my favourite fandom couple in it. Reviews welcome.