Sorry about being away for so long! I've been busy writing my other fic.

This story was inspired by a work on Deviantart.

It's called 'Crack Fanon Week - Angst' by sallychan. (If you can't find it, look for the picture of Jo crying next to a grave).

The story isn't that long though. It's also a bit darker than the others.

Well, my other fic is getting darker so...

Anyway, that's enough from me.

Enjoy!


No Regrets

They don't work

No regrets now

They only hurt

- No Regrets, Robbie Williams

She kneels by his grave, tears forming in her eyes. It had only been 6 months since he was taken from her, but still she cried almost every night.

He told her that he would be fine. He told her that he would return home safe.

Not in a coffin with the Canadian flag draped over it.

A young man with such a bright future ahead of him.

Taken from him in an instant.

The letter said that he had died immediately. He was dead before he could have medical treatment done. The bullet had pierced his heart.

It was an Instant kill.

As she kneeled at the grave, she could feel the tears streaming down her face. Just knowing that he wouldn't be coming home was devastating. But knowing why was worse.

Old cast mates were at the funeral. Most of them comforted her, others were silent.

She stands up, knowing she has to leave. Reluctantly, she starts to walk away, tears still flowing.

She knows that she should of confessed her feelings to him before this happened.

But it's too late now.

He's never going to hear what she has to say.

And she'll never know what his response will be.

Brick McArthur 1990 - 2013


Once again, it's short. But I've had the idea for a while. Read & review. Chosen out.