Author: Miss Kass
Rating: Uhh, PG?
Word Count: 450
Summary: John refuses to show his sadness to the world, though Chas Kramer may be able to change that.
Disclaimer: Don't own Chas, don't own John, don't own Shia, don't own Keanu. I basically own nothing to do with the movie other than a double DVD and lots of giggly feelings.
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"You're right, it's not like the books."
Chas' final words rang through John's head as he looked down upon Chas' battered body, the body of the teen whose life had been fiercely ripped away from him before his time. He stood and walked away from the body, not trusting his brimming eyes; which were threatening to spill salty tears.
Later that night, as he left Ravenscar forever, he still struggled to control his tears, forcing them deep within himself to stay hidden forever.
After that day, John still felt a mixture of emotions; anger and hatred being the ones seen the most, however his strongest emotion was still hidden away from the world, he was continuing to hide his sadness.
He went to Chas' funeral of course, saying his prayers with the rest of the well-wishers, mostly family who had never been there for Chas when they should have been, and a clump of confused school friends. Everyone was teary except John, he showed no emotion to anyone, his stoic poker face the only thing people could see.
As Chas' coffin was lowered into the grave he continued to show nothing, though a few sobbing women dressed all in black had to leave the cemetery, unable to control their rampant emotions. John waited until everyone else had left before deciding to speak to Chas and say his final words.
"You did good kid. All that incantation crap definitely helped me and Angela..."
John was then at a loss, nothing in his harsh vocabulary could seem to express what he felt.
"Um… What I mean is… I'm sorry Chas, I shouldn't have brought you to that damn exorcism, maybe if you'd just listened to me and stayed in the cab none of this would have fuckin' happened."
The silence in the graveyard was deafening as John made the decision to apologise, probably the only nice thing he had done during his life. He then placed his oversized lighter on top of Chas' plain gravestone and turned away, tears threatening to spill over again. He began to walk away before he heard a rustle of wings, causing him to spin around. The sight in front of him was amazing, and exactly what he wanted to see.
Chas was clothed all in white, with feathered wings sprouting from his shoulders. He clutched the lighter gently and looked up at John before leaping towards the sky, towards his home. John's gaze followed the angel until Chas could be seen no more and his gaze dropped back towards the ground. He walked away from the gravestone, his emotions unleashed and the tears silently running down his face, though no one except him would ever know.