Disclaimer: I don't own the barricade boys. As much as I'd like to.

A/N: Great things come out of holidays. Like time to read/write fanfics again! Yay! So this is my attempt at an almost drabble. It comes out of trying to teach myself restraint. I hope Enjy's not too OOC.

Fly

The late afternoon sky, red with a bleeding sunset, is alive with the roar of canon and rifle fire. Through the acrid smoke, there are figures visible on a ramshackle barricade. They are few, but they are brave.

One of these men, golden hair flying, is strangely resplendent in a vest the colour of the twilight. As he reloads, an agonised cry turns his icy-blue gaze.

He, against his better judgement, leaves the fray for a moment and runs to his comrade.

"Bossuet!" He exclaims. Already he has seen friends fall… such slaughter.

But he is too late. He dares not count the number of scarlet blooms on the man's shirt.

He puts his forehead to Bossuet's, taking a deep breath.

"Fly, my Eagle… Fly."