The song is by the amazing Billy Joel, "Through The Long Night." It's my favorite song, I think. Anyways, I hope you like it.

I own nothing.

"The cold hands
The sad eyes
The dark Irish silence
It's so late
But I'll wait
Through the long night with you"

I hold you closely as you violently tremble in your sleep. I feel my eyes threaten to close, but I don't dare let them. I won't risk you waking up with me not fully attentive.

I'll never admit it, but I actually love these nights. I love being the one to take some of your pain away, providing you with solace. Though it's torture to watch you suffer so, I can't help but cherish the final nights of withdrawal. I only hope you get as much comfort out of this as I do.

"The warm tears
The bad dreams
The soft trembling shoulders
The old fears
But I'm here
Through the long night with you"

You mumble incoherently through your nightmare, you sob through your slumber. I smooth your hair, and hold you tighter, anything that will comfort you. I think I see a slight smile cross your lips. Your pain seems to have let up, but is still present.

I'm going to miss these nights, I can tell. I can't remember the last time I slept more than three hours at a time, but I don't mind. This is clearly worth it.

"Oh, what has it cost you
I almost lost you
A long, long time ago
Oh, you should have told me
But you had to bleed to know"

I can't help but wish this hadn't happened, though. As much as I love it, I know it'd be better if nothing like this ever took place. With no smack, no April, you could have a chance at a normal life, again. I'm afraid this'll all slow you down, or completely stop you.

I can't tell what you regret and what you don't. I can't tell what you mourn for when you lock your door, hoping no one will hear your crying.

I mourn for the you left behind. The innocent, garage-band-singer-in-the-big-city, you. I miss the smiles that weren't induced by the drugs. The one's that weren't lop-sided and confused, but the ones that were so sincere and sweet.

"All your past sins
Are since past
You should be sleeping
It's all right
Sleep tight
Through the long night with me"

I can feel you stir against me. You push slightly away from my chest, but you're still in my arms.

"M-Mark?" You question, sounding like a wounded boy.

"Ssh. It's me. Go back to sleep." I urge gently.

"Mark- I'm really, really sorry." You say, and I can see new tears form in your eyes.

"Roger, you don't have to be sorry. For anything."

"No, I didn't start it
You're broken hearted
From a long, long time ago
Oh, the way you hold me
Is all that I need to know"

"I do, though. I don't why you still even stay. If, if it were me, I would've been-been gone so, so long ago." You say through trembling lips.

"Roger…"

"Please don't leave." You beg, as you cling closer to me.

"No, Rog, I'll never, ever leave. I love you." The last words slip out of my lips before I can even think about them.

You stay silent for a long time.

"Do you really?"

"More than anything."

I feel you inch closer to me. "I… Mark, I… do, too." You manage to choke out. I don't know if it's because you're nervous, or if your shaking so much you can't control your voice.

I press my lips softly to your forehead, more relived than I've ever been. "Goodnight, Rog."

"And it's so late
But I'll wait
Through the long night with you
With you."