Fandom: Brittas Empire
Characters: Tim/Gavin
Prompt: Death
Word Count: 626
Summary: Possible link between GF:RIP and the next episode
Author's Notes: I couldn't just ignore the fact there was no link between the two episodes, so I decided to write my own.. And, well, this is what came out!

"GAVIN!"

Tim sat bolt upright, breathing heavily, desperately fighting back the tears which threatened to surface once again. He collapsed back onto the discarded mat on which he'd resigned to sleeping on. He glanced around the room, observing the smashed chairs and broken glass. Someone'll have fun clearing that up, he thought bitterly. Tim's arms were red and sore from the restraints he'd spent the past few hours struggling against. Fortunately for him, Brittas' knot tying skills weren't up to scratch and he was able to free himself. Although now he was free, what was there to do? Untying himself had become a challenge, a distraction from the world around him, from the pain he was feeling. Now all he was left with was bruises and scars along with painful memories.

Having so much time to himself gave Tim the chance to reflect on the day's events, which in turn led him to believe Mr Brittas might actually be right, although he'd never admit it out loud.

How could Gavin be alive? On a pirate ship of all places! He let out a small laugh, maybe I really am going mad.

He leant over to pick up the photograph which had fallen from the wall when he'd destroyed the room in his moment of madness earlier, his eyes glued to Gavin's smiling face staring back at him.

Tim heard the sound of the door being unlocked behind him but paid no attention, the last thing he wanted now was company.

A small gasp followed by a nervous "Timmy?" caused Tim to freeze on the spot.

"Timmy, it's me, Gavin."

"I know who you are," Tim snapped, still refusing to turn around, "What do you think I am? Stupid?"

"Timmy.."

"Why are you here?"

"Well, Mr Brittas told me where you were and I came straight o-"

"No! Why are you here?"

"I.. I don't understand what you mean."

"You're dead," Tim stated flatly, "You're not here, you're just in my mind. Brittas was right all along, I am going mad," he clutched his arms as he felt the pain begin to return, "and to think, I was the only one who believed you were alive. They were all happy to accept it but I couldn't. You know I even imagined a phone call, I spoke to you on the phone and guess what? Guess what you told me. You were captured by pirates! How riduclous is that?! Pirates!" Tim began to laugh histerically, his breathing quick and ragged as the laughter gave way to tears he'd barely held back all day.

"Oh, Tim" came the soft reply of Gavin's voice, still coming from behind Tim as he faced the wall.

"Don't," he whispered, his finger tracing the outline of Gavin's face as he clutched the photo tighter, so tight the glass frame began to dig into his skin, "I can't take much more of this. Please, my life's as good as over with you gone, don't patronise me now."

He heard the soft pad of footsteps drawing closer to him until he felt a body just behind him.

"Look at me Tim, turn around and look at me."

Tim closed his eyes and held the photograph to his chest, willing the voice leave him alone.

"Please Timmy."

Tim took a deep breath and turned around slowly, preparing himself for an empty room, his love lost once again.

When he turned around to find himself staring right into Gavin's eyes he felt a sudden wave of nausea rush over him. The room began to spin around him, Gavin's form became fuzzy, his legs buckled as the last thing he felt was Gavin's body supporting him as the world faded to black.