Disclaimer: Do not own characters. This never happened, this is all fiction :D

AN: this is my first fic in over two years! bleh

Remembered Forever

The afternoon sun shone brightly through the window of the Bridal Suite, the window that Dan Evans feigned interest for. Anything to distract him from the persuasive bandit lounging on the large four poster bed.

Sure the bed looked quite appealing to him; the trip from Bisbee with Ben Wade had left him dog-tired. But he couldn't show this weakness, not when the famous outlaw lay sprawled out five feet away. Who knows what would happen if he closed his eyes for even two ticks; the outcome would most likely end in his death.

….

He wasn't supposed to be here, he could have been at home with Alice, his wife that never showed interest in him anymore. With both of his boys, his sons that loose respect for their old man every passing day. He could have stayed at his Ranch, the one that was hundreds of dollars in debt, with the land that was worth more than he was.

This is all for the best. He told himself. Alice will see how much I loved her, and William will see how brave his old man was...they'll see. They'll remember it was their old man that hauled Ben Wade to that station... when nobody else would.

Dan Evans had been praying to God for an answer to all his grief...then he showed up. Ben Wade, the answer to all his problems.

Ben Wade, who at this very moment was burning a hole to the side of his face with those unnerving brown eyes,

It went on for a couple of minutes before he started to feel uncomfortable under the intense gaze.

"What?" Dan drawled, slowly turning his head to meet the eyes of his prisoner.

"Your eyes" Ben observed, "They tell a whole heap"

Dan chuckled glancing out the window, catching a glimpse of his reflection. His green eyes stared straight back to him, like he was seeing himself for the first time, then he sighed.

"Yeah, what do they say?" Dan questioned turning back and keeping eye contact with the man he barely met two days ago, mildly interested in what Wade thought he knew about him.

Ben grinned, revealing dimples along his handsome face. "Oh what does it matter what I say?" He chuckled maintaining his grin. "They're gonna hang me in the mornin' and I'll never see the sun…" Ben sang in his deep voice, glancing down at his cuffs…defeated. "Beware, beware, you fellows, If you must have your fun, Go do it in a harmless way, But do not touch a gun"

The two men faced each other across the room, Dan turned back to resume his inspection of the glass pane, trying again to shut the other man out.

Silence settled over the room as Dan checked his pocket watch for the hundredth time, the time was 2:20 in the afternoon, every tick of the clock was his life ebbing away, and by 3:10 it was sure to reduce to nothing.

"You have green eyes" Ben's voice broke in through his thoughts, leaving him slightly baffled at this sudden observation. He glanced over towards the bed, only to find the captive immersed in his task at hand, pencil stroking a page in a book… he was sketching.

"What are you doing?" Dan curiously questioned, trying to catch a glimpse at what Ben Wade was up to.

"Well Mr. Evans, I like to sketch what fascinates me and at the moment …" Ben took a fleeting look at his subject and continued "…your eyes, they need to be remembered forever"

Dan felt his face heat up; he quickly looked down using his hat as shield, hoping that Ben hadn't noticed anything. He also didn't know what to say, he didn't trust himself to say anything, silence is sometimes the best answer.