A/N: Mac/Dick story set after "Not Pictured", even though kinda AU at some point will get spoilery of season 3.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish it was, but RT is stubborn and won't give it to me, I'm gonna try and ask for Dick this Christmas, who knows?!
Oh, and so you know, I love reviews, so please make me happy by letting me know what you think about it, after all this is my second fic ever!
Five days. Five days since she smiled, five days since she last slept and didn't have nightmares, five days since she lost him.
Here she was, at the cemetery, watching the closed casket, not even able to see his face, not that there's something to see, the fall was severe, still it felt wrong to say goodbye to the wooden box.
A lot of people gathered here, some people she knew, those were mostly 09ners and their parents. She could feel their stares, after all she was a girlfriend of a mass murderer who jumped from the Neptune Grand. Cassidy's mom spend a lot of money not to let this story hit the news, but it was Neptune, where people need to gossip just as much as they need to breathe. For most of the people who came it was a show, they wanted to see infamous boy, who send a bus off the cliff and blew up mayor's plane, plus he was son f one of the wealthiest man in Neptune, so it was a way to show their respect to the family, wealthy people are hypocritical this way. Reality was, none of them cared about Cassidy when he was alive, just like no one cared now. His father didn't even show up, and his mom came only to keep family's image. There was only one person there who cared for Cassidy just like she did, and even though they were never friends, partly she was there for him.
Blond boy was standing in the first row refusing to take his eyes off the casket, he looked so small and vulnerable she had to come close and take his hand. He looked at her for a moment and she could see gratitude in his big blue eyes along with all the sadness in the world. They stood this way watching the coffin slowly going under ground, taking away from them the boy they once knew and love, but turns out never actually knew, it was the end of Cassidy "Beaver" Casablancas.
After the funeral was over everyone was invited to Casablancas mansion "to say goodbye" to Cassidy, but Mac knew that for most of the people here it was just an opportunity to eat fancy food and gossip some more about the boy who stained their community's reputation.
She has been here before, but it was always with Cassidy by her side and being here alone wasn't the same. She couldn't explain what she was doing here, still somehow she felt she had to come, like maybe here she would be able to find answers to questions that tortured her for the last five days.
Trying not to stay unnoticeable she climbed the stares, and there it was, the reason she came. She slowly opened the door, not knowing what to expect to see inside, but nothing really changed, it was the same as he left it. She sat on the bed hugging his pillow. It still smelled like him, so for a moment she could close her eyes and imagine him sitting right beside her.
What are you doing here? – Angry voice brought her from her fantasies. She opened her eyes to see Dick standing in front of her.
I…I just… I wanted to say goodbye. – Mac was a little confused, she didn't expect him to be so furious, out of all the people in this world she expected him to understand her.
You can't be here, you can't touch anything… - Dick grabbed the pillow Mac was still holding. – You have no right to be here. LEAVE, NOW! – Mac felt her eyes filling up with tears, after comforting him this morning at the funeral she felt he owed her a simple right to say goodbye to the boy she loved.
You can't be serious! – Now she was furious. – I loved him, I have a right to say goodbye to him!
If you loved him so much, than why couldn't you stop him from falling, couldn't see how broken he was, couldn't help him! – Now they were standing just a few inches from each other and you could read rage on their faces.
At least I didn't treat him like shit for all this years! – She said it and regretted it the next minute. Now he had a look of a boy, whose puppy was just hit by a car (or a boy whose brother jumped off the Neptune Grand five days ago), good thinking Mac, make him think it was his fault. She wanted to take it back, tell him how sorry she was, but knew it won't make him feel better, so she looked at him with her apologetic look, hoping he understands she doesn't mean it this way.
Just leave. – His voice was quiet and he seemed even more broken than before. He was afraid to hurt him even more, so she decided to leave. When she was exiting the room she heard his quiet sobs, she never felt this guilty before in her life.
She came by the next day, wanting to apologize, but he was gone, it was too late.
P.S. Sorry for mistakes, I'm not a native speaker and don't ave beta. I did, but I was lazy and didn't write for awhile, still they want to come back, or if someone else wants to be my beta I will be forever grateful!