The Veracity of Snow

Prologue

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Warning: This story contains adult themes and sexual relations between two males.

Author's Note: After watching the movie and deciding that there was definitely something going on between Tyler and Pogue, and then finding NO pairings of the two, I just had to write this story. It's my first here on Fanfiction so bear with me, and enjoy. Oh yeah, if anyone is interested in beta reading for me, please let me know.

"Baby boy?" The words were barely audible, breathed through what had to be an immense amount of pain, but they managed to reach the young-man who had fallen asleep next to the hospital bed. Tyler's blue eyes shot open and he tried to raise his head to look up only to find himself meeting resistance as Pogue's hand played with his curly hair. Pogue looked down at Tyler, giving him a weak smile as he squeezed the hand that had been holding his for the past few hours. "How'd we do?"

"We kicked his ass," Tyler replied, moving his chair closer to the bed while never letting go of Pogue's hand, fearing that if he let go so would Pogue. He wouldn't be able to stand it if Pogue drifted back into unconsciousness.

"Yeah?" A weak smile formed on his lips as he laid his head back against the pillow. His eyes staring at the ceiling as though trying to picture what had happened between Chase and Caleb.

"Yeah." Tyler replied, smiling back at his friend, knowing that his friend was wishing he could have been the one to battle Chase. It had to be killing the other Son that he had been stuck in the hospital as his friend fought for their lives. Even Tyler regretting not just going to help Caleb after he fucked up and let Sarah slip out of his hands, but he would have just gotten in the way. Which is part of the reason he was sitting in the hospital.

After Sarah had vanished, Reid decided that it was all over and that if Caleb wasn't able to stop Chase, the psychotic User would be coming after the remaining Sons. While the blonde took this as the perfect timing to hook up with as many girls as possible, in case it was his last night and all, Tyler had gotten into his truck and started driving, surprising even himself when he showed up at the hospital, determined to protect Pogue with his life incase Caleb failed. The thought of leaving Pogue to Chase had sickened Tyler.

"Tyler…" It hurt Tyler that Pogue was struggling to speak, he hated seeing his friends in pain, especially Pogue. They may not be as close as Caleb and Pogue, but he had always been there, watching out for Tyler. The older teen had always been there to protect the youngest Son. No matter what trouble Reid got him into, even when it was with Caleb, Pogue had always protected him. How could he not do everything possible in return?

"Yeah, I'm right here buddy." Even now, wrapped in bandages and hooked up to life support, Pogue radiated strength and power that not even Caleb could match.

"…how's Kate doing?" There it was, the dagger that kept twisting in his heart. He had been there since the birth of their relationship. Hell it had been him who had gotten Kate and Pogue together in the first place, because that's what good friends did. Pogue deserved someone special, someone who could make him happy and Kate did that. But for some reason every kiss they shared, every dance they danced, every time they disappeared for a little while, Tyler hated himself.

"I…I'll go find out," Tyler said as he stood from his seat, finally forcing himself to release Pogue's hand. He wanted to stay here for Pogue, not go run around looking for Kate. What if Pogue needed something? What if Chase did survive and came to finish him off? Pogue would be screwed because he was playing candy striper and checking up on Kate.

"Baby boy, wait," Pogue coughed just as Tyler reached the door. The young man stopped at his friend's words, turning his head back. The older teen looked as though he was getting ready to fall back asleep, struggling to stay awake long enough to tell his friend this last thing. "Tell Kate that I love her."

Tyler acknowledged the message with a nod as he turned and hurried from the room before Pogue asked him to tell Kate anything else, somehow managing to find the strength to not cry. Once the door slid closed and he was sure Pogue wasn't watching, Tyler stopped to watch his friend from the window. His forehead met the glass of the window softly as Tyler finally admitted to himself why Pogue meant so much to him.

The rumors were true, the youngest of the Son's of Ipswich was queer, but would he have the strength to tell the others? Could he ever tell Pogue?

So there's the Prologue for my story, I hope you all enjoyed it. Comments are always appreciated. Thanks.