-------
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Wish I did, but I don't. Que Sera Sera.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Seeing him like this, right here, right now, in my arms, its hard, no, nearly impossible to imagine that just a few days ago I almost lost him. We almost lost him. But the way he feels, strong and solid, but at the same time vulnerable and innocent, I never want to let him go.
I remember how I felt when I first saw the live feed of him in that damned plexi-glass coffin, his anguish and his fear. If I didn't know any better I'd think that he believed that he'd die there, underground and so far away from all of us, those that love him.
I remember standing in that warehouse with that psycho holding the life of Nick in his hands, literally. His contempt for who we are and what we do; all he was concerned with was how his life had gone wrong and how he could make us pay for it. When he asked me if Nick and I were close I wanted to say "YES", that we were, that we had been for a long time, but the pragmatist in me won out and I kept my moth shut about it, saying only that it was none of his affair, which it wasn't.
Then came the explosion that rocked my world, but not in a good way. In the worst way possible. It was right then and there that I realized that I might never see my Nicky ever again, and for the first time in my life I was really and truly scared. Scared because his life would have ended. Scared that I'd have to explain to his family how it all happened and scared because I didn't know how I'd go on without him in my life.
Thank God. Thank Buddha. Thank the stars above and thank all other powers that be that he was returned to us, to me. I know that it will be quite some time before he's ready and willing to discuss what happened, but for as long as I can lay here with him in my arms, I'll know he's safe and that he's where he's meant to be.
The End