Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Stand by Me, I only own my Katelyn. I know that part makes me sad too... I also do not own Rockin' Robin by Bobby Day... It's Boss!

Summary: Gordie goes to his friend's grave a few days after his funeral, and meets someone unexpected while he's there.

My Best Friend is Dead

I'm not gonna cry. I swore to myself that I wouldn't cry. What would Chris say? Gordie could almost see his friends face, his cocked eyebrows, his lips moving, That's Pussy. That's what he would say. That it was pussy to cry. Gordie rubbed his eyes, and silently wondered if Chris had ever read one of his books. He silently wondered if Chris had seen that his prediction had come true, he was a great writer.

Gordie fell to his knees in front of the graves, he could feel his insides ripping, his eyes stinging. He was breathing in short raspy breaths as he ran his finger over thet letters on the grave.

Chris Chambers

Friend.

Husband.

Lawyer.

Peacemaker.

Father.

Father? Gordie almost said this thought outloud. He bent to get a better look, "He had a child?" he finally asked out loud, as though Chris would pop up out of the grave and tell him the whole story.

"Yeah. He did." Gordie heard, and he turned around quickly, wiping his eyes. He wasn't going to have anyone calling him a pussy. His eyes met a girl, she looked about 9, holding a bouqet of yellow roses, "He had a daughter, her name is Grace. She's nine. Everyone says she looked just like him." At the last sentence the little girl began to cry. Her hair was short and dirty blond, falling to her shoulders, and her eyes were Chris's eyes.

This surprised Gordie more than anything else. This little girl, Grace, was Chris's daughter, and she had burst out crying like it was nothing. For some reason he guessed her personality took after her mother. Fat sparkling tears made their way down from her big, sad, blue eyes. "Who are you?" Grace asked, once her crying had ceased considerably.

"Gordie LaChance. And you're probably Grace Chambers... right?" Gordie replied, standing up. The girl reached only up to his waist, being a very small little girl. Her hair was curly and pulled up halfway with a blue ribbon, and a blue dress adorned her tiny figure.

"Yeah." Grace said with a nod, "LaChance?" she asked after a short pause, "My dad used to talk about you a lot. He really liked you, said you were best friends." She looked like she was going to cry again, and Gordie told himself silently that he wouldn't let her do that, as it would attract a lot of attention.

"Did he talk about anyone else?" Gordie asked quickly, bending down so he was at her height.

Grace nodded, "Yes, some crazy guy named Teddy and a kid named Vern." She said, then smiled, "He told me about the leeches, and the body, and Ace, and everything. You guys are heroes."

Gordie felt a light pink tinge coming up to her cheeks, "The guys in Vietnam are heroes, the guys who fight fires are heroes, four twelve year old boys are not heroes." He said, but at the same time, he felt proud that Chris's little girl was complimenting him, he felt privileged somehow.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you look like your father?" Gordie asked, sitting down in front of the little girl.

Grace took this as a que and sat down in front of Gordie, "Yeah, a lot of people tell me that... but I think they're just saying it to make me feel better... do I really?" she asked, looking up at Gordie with sparkling eyes.

Gordie nodded, "Yeah, did your father ever tell you about the time he saved our friend Teddy's life?" he asked, leaning back on his hands.

Grace shook her head, crossing her legs Indian Style and looking at Gordie intently, "Go on! Tell me!" she said excitedly.

A/N: This is basically a preview to show what this story is going to be. Please review to say if I should or should not continue this. The next chapter would be Gordie telling the story.