A/N: This is a collection of drabbles written by numerous authors on the TroyRyan Yahoo board. A drabble is a short 100 word story based on a topic. We will have several different drabble topics in the future. Some of the authors who are involved in this are: Mondler4ever, TillThatTime, Dragon Pants, FallingWithGrace, Dark Angel Kira, mordechaimalachai, Braids21...and I'm sure there will be more in the future. This is slash, so if you don't like it, don't humiliate yourself by reading it. If you would like to join the TroyRyan Yahoo group, here is the website: http/groups. We hope to see you there, and we hope you enjoy!
TillThatTime
Drabble prompt: "He gently pressed his fingers to the glass"
Prompt by: El Anderson
Penname: Dragon Pants
The guard led Troy to the visiting area, Ryan was already sitting there. He gently pressed his fingers to the glass and the blond mirrored his movement, matching his smaller hand to Troy's callused one. Picking up the phone, Ryan motioned him to follow suit, "How long?"
Troy shook his head, "I don't know, there has to be a trial first."
Ryan looked down and didn't say anything.
"Just promise me Ry."
"Anything," His voice was soft but determined.
"Promise you'll be there, no matter what, promise that you'll believe in me, even though there may be no one else."
Ryan looked up, his dark blue eyes met Troy's clear ones, he nodded, and smiled slightly, "I promise."
Visiting Hours were over.
Penname: FallingWithGrace
He gently pressed his fingers to the glass, wondering when he had become so weak, so vulnerable to those around him. His eyes silently filled with tears as he breathed, his voice choked, softly on the pane, the window fogging around the marks of his fingerprints.
Everything had been so hard lately, and bluntly, Troy's inconsistency hadn't been helping. Sometimes it killed him that he had no idea who he was—the fact that he was so incomplete without Troy. He should be stronger than this, and it broke him to know that he wasn't—that he'd come crawling back to Troy, desperate for help once again.
Penname: Dark Angel Kira
Ryan gently pressed his fingers to the glass that separated him from Troy. He lay in a hospital bed,
struggling for his life while doctors in white flocked around injecting fluids into his veins and pumping air into his lungs. Silent tears traveled down his cheeks and onto his clothes as he watched Troy struggle.
He was so sure that they'd make the championships tonight. But, Troy had had a cough all week, and when he collapsed on the court floor, Ryan thought he was going to die. "I knew I shouldn't have let you play"
More tears ran down his face as the phantom echo of Troy's heart monitor stopped. Troy had died, and so had Ryan.
Penname: TillThatTime
Ryan's gaze was drawn away from the unintelligible scrawl on the chalk board as he caught a glimpse of the sports field that lay below the stained, school window. He barely controlled the sigh threatening to escape from his lips as he caught sight of a certain brown haired boy. Without even recognition of his actions his pale fingers released the grip on his pencil and he reached out towards the window.
He gently pressed his fingers to the glass in a futile attempt to be closer to a world that had been demeaned unreachable by someone like him. He was too afraid to blink as he watched the "Golden Boy"
go through his daily ritual of exercise, for he feared that if his eyes closed, even for a moment, he would miss witnessing something that would never be his. He laughed silently at his pathetic and yet undeniable reason for existence as a stern voice pulled him from his reverie.
"Mr. Evans, the work is up here, not out the window."
Penname: mordechaimalachai
Troy was leaving today. Going off to college. Leaving Ryan behind. Last year had been fun. He discovered new things about himself and did things just for the heck of it because he was finally a senior.
Now, however, it was time to grow up. He was not a child anymore. As he was about to get into his car, he was stopped by someone shouting, "Wait"
It was Ryan. "I just wanted to say goodbye."
The two boys stood for a moment in silence, and then Troy turned and got into to his car. Ryan watched sadly as the door closed. He gently pressed his fingers to the glass.
Watching Troy drive away, he thought, 'I'll never forget you, Troy. I will always love you, even if you can't say the same.'