AN: This is another little fic I wrote as a spur of the moment thing. I'll be checking in on "Times Three" shortly but hopefully this will tide you over.
Warnings: Invented characters, supposed to be a friendship fic but may be seen as slash. Spoilers for Bang Bang Your Debt.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
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Wind, flight, Speed. Roaring down the highway on what used to belong to my best friend. I never could understand why he didn't want something safer, more wheels, less wind. But I understand now, it's that rush you get with the wind in you face. The direct effect of high Speed. The nice thing about Miami is that there's a coastal highway to anywhere. It had been years since the bike was given to me by a family member of his. I remember the conversation clearly; it was a week after the funeral when I got a visitor at the crime lab.
"Eric Delko?" I nodded, "My names Angie Speedle. I'm Timmy's younger cousin—well was." I put a hand on her shoulder. I didn't want her to cry, hell I didn't want to cry, not anymore. "Timmy told me to give you this if anything ever happened and he didn't get the chance." She handed me an envelope and a small, brown paper wrapped package. Both had my name on then in his swirling cursive.
"Thanks." I whispered not looking up. She nodded her head and waked out of the crime lab. I never saw her again.
I pulled the bike off the highway and steered it into a parking lot removing the key and my helmet, I pulled the worn piece of paper from my back pocket.
Eric,
I'm sorry. I know if you're reading this I'm gone. I wrote this originally thinking I was leaving the state but I haven't so I'm rewriting it knowing that I could be gone tomorrow. I'm leaving you my bike Eric; you'll understand why I never could get a real car when you ride it. It's like flying. Thanks for everything Delko.
-Speed.
I sat down on the beach, the last place I'd seen him. I had really thought he'd come back. I could feel his presence there, it was comforting but I still felt the hole in my heart left by the death of my best friend.
I looked back toward the motorcycle, it was just within my site and had I not hallucinated before I would have sworn I saw him leaning against it and giving me a short wave before disappearing. Give the new guy a chance, I'm fine here. Thanks Eric. I'll swear to everyone who asks. I heard him tell me he was fine, and that helped me heal, not entirely, but it was a nudge in the right direction.
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