Disclamer: I don't own them. I think some certain characters are happy about that.
Author's notes: I don't know. It's a cold, late night. I've just read way to many angst fics. This is my first Invisible Man fic and my first angst and I know it isn't that great. So please don't be too harsh.
Thinking
by Shell Lee
Fawkes stood at the grave. He just looked at it. It still looked the same. The same as the day they had put the man beneath it in the ground. The words still engraved exactly the same as when he picked them out to put on it. He didn't think that he was the one that was supposed to be there looking at a grave. He wasn't the one that should be alive. He should be the dead one. Underneath the ground. And the one down there should be up here. Living his life. But then again that was what was fair and life was never fair.
Maybe he should say something. Some sort of quote or maybe a proverb. HE would've expected it. There weren't any quotes or proverbs or anything he could say. All Darien had to say was already said. He hadn't said it in life but every day he had visited this grave he had. He had said everything he wanted to in life but couldn't. Stuff he didn't have the time to say.
No that wasn't right. You should always make time to say those things. He had been afraid. He had been so afraid. He didn't know what of but that didn't matter. Not now. When the man he should've said them to was dead and gone. He should've said thoses words, "I love you" when he was alive. He sometimes wondered what would've happened if he had said those words. Would he have been so lonely? Would life had seemed to swallow him up at every turn?
He wished he had said them when he had the chance to. If he had courage to he would have. He had the chance to do a lot of things but he still held back. He was a coward. He couldn't reach out and touch the life that had so touched his. He had tried though for the last weeks of life they had together. It wasn't enough though. He hadn't known it then but he should've said something. Given one hint at least. He had wanted so much from the begining. He had wanted the gland out.
Now, what he wanted to do, what his soul was screaming at him to do, was bring that person out of the grave and make him live again. Breathe life into that body that had lain so long without it. Into the body that should be alive, enjoying their life. The life that had changed his in so many ways. More ways than he could really count.
Sometimes, especialy now, he wondered what might have been. But down that road led a madness that counteragent couldn't take away.
The Official had another assignment for tomarrow. He would go do it and when it was done he'd come back here. He always came back here. He didn't know why he did. Maybe it was because the bullet that had ended the life he needed so much had been meant for him. Maybe it was because he felt like he owed the spirit of him something. Or maybe it was just because he didn't have anywhere else to go. He didn't want to go anywhere else. But eventually he would. He would leave and go back to what he calles a normal life. The keep would give him his counteragent and he would go catch the bad guy again but it wasn't the same since Bobby Hobbes had died. It just wasn't the same.
And Darien Fawkes doubted it would ever be the same again.
Author's notes: I don't know. It's a cold, late night. I've just read way to many angst fics. This is my first Invisible Man fic and my first angst and I know it isn't that great. So please don't be too harsh.
Thinking
by Shell Lee
Fawkes stood at the grave. He just looked at it. It still looked the same. The same as the day they had put the man beneath it in the ground. The words still engraved exactly the same as when he picked them out to put on it. He didn't think that he was the one that was supposed to be there looking at a grave. He wasn't the one that should be alive. He should be the dead one. Underneath the ground. And the one down there should be up here. Living his life. But then again that was what was fair and life was never fair.
Maybe he should say something. Some sort of quote or maybe a proverb. HE would've expected it. There weren't any quotes or proverbs or anything he could say. All Darien had to say was already said. He hadn't said it in life but every day he had visited this grave he had. He had said everything he wanted to in life but couldn't. Stuff he didn't have the time to say.
No that wasn't right. You should always make time to say those things. He had been afraid. He had been so afraid. He didn't know what of but that didn't matter. Not now. When the man he should've said them to was dead and gone. He should've said thoses words, "I love you" when he was alive. He sometimes wondered what would've happened if he had said those words. Would he have been so lonely? Would life had seemed to swallow him up at every turn?
He wished he had said them when he had the chance to. If he had courage to he would have. He had the chance to do a lot of things but he still held back. He was a coward. He couldn't reach out and touch the life that had so touched his. He had tried though for the last weeks of life they had together. It wasn't enough though. He hadn't known it then but he should've said something. Given one hint at least. He had wanted so much from the begining. He had wanted the gland out.
Now, what he wanted to do, what his soul was screaming at him to do, was bring that person out of the grave and make him live again. Breathe life into that body that had lain so long without it. Into the body that should be alive, enjoying their life. The life that had changed his in so many ways. More ways than he could really count.
Sometimes, especialy now, he wondered what might have been. But down that road led a madness that counteragent couldn't take away.
The Official had another assignment for tomarrow. He would go do it and when it was done he'd come back here. He always came back here. He didn't know why he did. Maybe it was because the bullet that had ended the life he needed so much had been meant for him. Maybe it was because he felt like he owed the spirit of him something. Or maybe it was just because he didn't have anywhere else to go. He didn't want to go anywhere else. But eventually he would. He would leave and go back to what he calles a normal life. The keep would give him his counteragent and he would go catch the bad guy again but it wasn't the same since Bobby Hobbes had died. It just wasn't the same.
And Darien Fawkes doubted it would ever be the same again.