This is just something I wrote after the fire and seeing Brendan comforting Ste in hospital. It's not very long, and there won't be anymore written for it. Just a short piece, to stand alone as a one shot, because I had a few things in my head that I couldn't shake off.
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He might never get the chance to see her again. Ever. Realisation of the harsh truth suddenly hit home, his body racked with endless sobs, tears flooding his face, clinging to his eyelashes. What would happen if she died? Amy was the only real friend he had left in the world, the only person who knew the honest truth about him, the only one who had ever stuck by him in his whole life, even after... well... even after how he treated her, and what he did to her. He'd be lost without her. And the kids, how would he tell them? How exactly did you tell children that their mother was gone?
Warm, comforting arms encircled his shoulders, drawing the sobbing wreck of a boy into a tight hug. Drawing a deep, sharp breath, he instantly recognised the scent, that intoxicating aroma of his lover. Brendan was here, everything would be alright, for now at least. Brendan had a way of making everything better, making it seem as though things would be better than they were before. Those words were exactly what Ste needed at that moment, the comfort of just believing, even if that small, nagging part of him thought otherwise.
"It's gunna be alright Stephen. Everything's gunna be fine. Hush now. I'm here. Let it all out." Those words, so calming, so... gentle, were all it took to bring fresh tears flooding to the surface. How could this man, so perfectly charming, so caring one minute, become a complete monster the next? Was he a walking talking version of Jekyll and Hyde? Or did Ste merely welcome the wrong type of person into his life on a semi- regular basis.
It wasn't his fault, at least, Amy said it wasn't his fault. Brendan, well, he said otherwise, Ste pushed him too far, said the wrong thing at the wrong time, he deserved the fist that found itself buried in his rib cage. Didn't stop the pain though, this not being his fault. Just because he wasn't to blame, it didn't make the pain go away any faster, and it definitely didn't stop it happening again. There was so much more that his ex never saw, things he never even dreamt of telling her about. Maybe now he couldn't tell her, maybe he'd never get the chance to talk to her again.