This "fic" is actually a series of three one-shots based on an idea presented in the Death Cab for Cutie song "What Sarah Said". (Yeah, I know, Death Cab. . . . . Still, you can not deny their poetic talents. 3) I highly recommend you hear the song, especially before or after reading these. The first is Jack x Glenn, then Break x Sharon, and finally, Alice x Oz x Gilbert. As always, please R & R, and oh-I don't own stuff.

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He turned his body over carefully too scared to know the truth even if it had to be done and he had to be the one to do it; that didn't mean he wanted to, that he'd be happy to, that he wouldn't regret it the rest of his short life and on into death. On his knees he moved the taller man's back onto his lap, holding him up in his right arm so that their eyes could meet without effort.

Those dark eyes were hiding behind heavy defeated eyelids, but the blonde knew better than to believe him dead. His bloodied chest was still rising and falling, blood like oil still coming up from the wound escaping out into the open air to be stared at in wonder, a beautiful red. The eyes opened and landed directly on the other's green ones, the last thing they would see.

"You killed me." The words themselves were weapons and the past tense was the mark of defeat, distance, a soul traveling further away even before its time.

It's done. I killed him . . . . my best friend. He won't survive this. Glenn is going to die and I've killed him. Jack lifted his left hand up to see the sticky substance that marked him murderer. He shut his eyes tightly, both arms moving Glenn closer to him, embracing him. I've killed you, Glenn. I did this . . . to you. He felt that same red oil on his face and in shock his eyes opened to see Glenn's own, now inches from him.

"If your eyes are closed, who will watch me die?" His expression was mute and accepting, and his words were soft and painless. His hand fell from Jack's face leaving behind another mark to label him of his sin. Glenn was vulnerable, something Jack was unfamiliar with from his best friend.

Jack pulled away, staring, as he registered the meaning of those words. It had been some time ago. The Vessalius had visited her grave daily at first, always inviting his friend to join him and Glenn always declining. He thought it was grief at first, just the way Glenn dealt with the deaths of those he loved, but the weeks became months and Jack wondered if the Baskerville was perhaps in denial, like seeing the tombstone meant recognizing the fact that she was dead and never coming back.

Lacie.

They were sitting together under a tall tree that provided just enough shade for the two of them just after afternoon tea. The blonde had his head on Glenn's shoulder, his eyes half-lidded, nearly asleep.

"Glenn, why don't you come with me this time? You . . . you haven't been yourself in a while." Really, since Lacie's death . . . It had been bothering the music box maker and in disjointed thoughts just before sleep takes you, he had said it without thinking clearly.

"You know I was there, Jack."

He did, but he didn't understand what Glenn was getting at. There was a quiet silence, not entirely uncomfortable. The wind moved the leaves of the tree above, a few fluttering down to fall around them. When it passed, Glenn spoke, clearly, intentionally.

"Love is watching someone die. She doesn't need me there now."

Jack was speechless. The answer was enough because it was something Jack himself couldn't understand. It was something beyond his experience-until now.

Now, holding Glenn upright in his arms as the red continued to steal his body and life away, Jack finally understood. Emerald eyes met the darkest sapphire and looked into and through them. Glenn was giving him permission to see inside of him, to look upon his very core, and Jack felt like those small circles were portals taking him and showing him everything he previously knew nothing of and explaining to him the things he hadn't understood before.

"I love you, Glenn." Jack's eyes had grown wide as if overwhelmed by the flood of knowledge and emotion that they were experiencing as their line of vision became limited to the world that shown through Glenn's eyes. He could not look away from them for anything, not even as the building around them burned, the leftovers of the Baskervilles own destruction threatening to swallow their maker.

"I know . . . Jack." A hundred truths hit him and his head reeled with thoughts as his heart beat faster, new emotions he only held subconsciously until now surfacing. A loud voice inside his mind pleaded with him desperately to save Glenn's life, but it was the voice of irrationality and desperation, one that Jack recognized and so, ignored it.

All Jack did was stare; his eyes beholding his best friend's in his last moments. Everything was there inside them and Jack felt tears fall from his eyes as he realized that with his final discovery of beauty without doubt he himself had been the one to extinguish it. Visions of a life that would never happen reflected into the minds eye of each of them. Jack was drawn in by them, fantasies of a beauty within the absence of distrust or fear; something that had they really looked into each other's eyes like this before-before all of this happened, they would have been able to achieve. His eyes softened, no longer in shock, but rather in deep longing, gazing at the other's.

In that moment Jack had fallen in love.

He kissed Glenn softly on the lips and felt the kiss returned. Their eyes returned to each other and all the words that need not be spoken were communicated through them. In the hopelessness of that moment Jack had found something beautiful, and then, lost it.

Death came and the eyes held nothing. Finally, Jack broke himself away from the now empty and lifeless orbs holding Glenn's body ever closer as he cried, the world continuing to burn around him. In those last moments Jack had shared a lifetime with his best friend, a love that could only be recognized through loss.

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Next chapter is Break x Sharon. Please give it a go. 3 . . . *blush* . . . And thank you all for your support, both on this and my previous writings.