A/N:

I wrote a happy Fic… so I wrote this to balance it! .… Yeah Emo. So, I am actually working on a comedy, so I wrote this to maintain a serious attitude for 'The Broken Watch' Yep, Yep.

Ah, two projects, one I haven't even launched yet…I don't know how I even wrote this, it was written at 10:00, so that probably explains most of it…

Even The Dark Ones

He doesn't give a damn. They all stare, and he doesn't even flinch. They all murmur and oh so silently curse him, but he blocks their presence out of his mind.

Because this pain is real, and the sorrow ripping his own soul is deafening, and he can feel the blood, rushing from the body he holds. But he does only that, because in a moment it will be over, and the one he is clutching will be gone, and he does not want to miss a second of this moment.

Bleary eyes meet his own which have been drowned in tears, and they smile, his voice is hoarse as he tries to place the words, but only incomprehensible sobs escape his lips.

The man he holds, clutches tightly, a familiar feeling for him, this feeling is one he will never forget, one embrace he will feel for eternity.

And as the others grip weakens he finds his voice, whispering oh so gently, "I will always s Love you."

The other has gone limp, and he releases a pained cry, he was too late, but holds on to the hope that the other had heard his final declaration before passing.

They all come into focus slowly, the man limp in his own arms, and he wonders if he can survive eternity without him.

It s all left to chance now, but he knows, yes, he knows he cannot betray that trust, so he will live, for eternity he will go, without the one he cares for most, or perhaps he will offer one more surprise and regenerate, perhaps the cheerleader will one day save her hero, and restore him to Gabriel's arms.

He will not abandon hope, and he will not dare hope too high, but he knows one thing.

That with Peter, all goodness in this world died.