AN: Oh, god. I've been ASU's bitch for the past few months. Thus the lack of updates. xD BUT I'M STILL ALIVE! Anyway, this was supposed to be for my gf's contest over on deviantART...but I realise it doesn't quite fit the requirements. Anyway...y'all might need some tissues if my stories make you cry.
The alarm had already gone off seven times, but Lassiter had made no indication of getting up. He was comfortable right where he was at. His current location being in bed with his head on Shawn's chest, listening to the younger mans' breathing and heart beat as he slept. Lassiter had his arms around Shawn's waist, and Shawn had his hand threaded loosely through his dark hair. It was a perfect moment, and nothing else mattered.
Not even the pain of the bullets ripping through his body as he shoved Shawn out of the way. Lassiter didn't hear the gunshots from his own weapon as Shawn shot back. He didn't feel Shawn drop to the dirty, blood covered floor and pull Lassiter half in his lap as he held him right in a futile attempt to keep him. He didn't hear the wracking sobs or Shawn screaming "Dammit, Lassie, you can't die! YOU CAN'T! I love you…please don't leave me…" He didn't feel the chill as his blood left his body, or the hot slickness it left on him and Shawn.
He was already dead…forever left in a perfect moment that had never had the chance to happen.