Title: The End of the Line

Chapter: One-Shot, Song Fic

by: hpnjdevanescence

A/N: Hey, people! Another little thingy for you people to chew on... I'm in a lousy mood right now, so death and stupid crap to come! Yay! The song used here is the Offspring's "The End of the Line." Anyways, onto the disclaimer (grumble)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Stan Lee's works, nor do I own any of the lyrics, tunes, or any of that stuff, which belongs to The Offspring.

A/N: Also, this happens after the presentation fails, but Otto isn't brought to the hospital, he doesn't faint or whatever.

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When the siren's flash is gone,

and we're left to carry on,

All the memories are too few...

Otto shut his eyes tightly. He watched as the ambulance left, the siren's ringing in his ears. This couldn't be happening, she couldn't be gone.

When the pastor's music plays,

and that casket rolls away

I could live again if you,

Just stay alive for me.

On the day of the funeral, he could barely listen to the priest, he couldn't watch as they brought in the coffin and brought it back outside to be driven to the cemetery. This wasn't happening, she was still alive, someone else was in there...

Please stay now you left me here alone - it's the end of the line.

... she was gone, he was alone...

Please stay I can't make it on my own - it's the end of the line.

... he couldn't do this; he never did the experiment...

make it on my own

It's the end of the line.

Now that you are dead and gone,

and I'm left to carry on,

I could never smile cause you,

Won't stay alive for me.

Otto watched the television, never laughing at the jokes that were told. He shut it off, it was too painful to smile, or frown, or do anything. Everywhere he turned, something reminded him of Rosie.

Finally,

Your final resting day

Is without me.

I weep,

And think of brighter days,

What about me?

He sobbed, remembering all the fun times they had together... going to the park... the movies... just sitting and talking... He looked down at the grave, watching the sarcophagus being lowered into it. The family members around him were holding their roses, tears running down their face. This can't be happening.

You can't take back,

That one mistake,

That still lives on after life it takes,

In that one day, that changed our lives,

and bitter memories are left behind.

If he had made better sure that the machine would stabilize...

You can't take back, that one mistake,

... the door would never have shattered...

...that still lives on after life it takes...

... He should have stopped the machine...

...In that one day, that changed our lives,

... he remembered the shards of glass flying straight towards her...

and bitter memories are left behind...

Please stay now, you left me here alone - it's the end of the line
Please stay I can't make it on my own - it's the end of the line
Make it on my own
It's the end of the line.