Still There For Me


By: KaKaVegeGurl


Author's Note:

More, more?

Still I want everyone to be aware that if you have not read book 8 then you'll be lost... You have to know the book a bit to read this because a lot of what the character go through on the Queen Mary will still happen, but I'm not going to go out of my way to write all of it, so if you haven't read the book... Read it.

In the last chapter, well to put it quite simply, Mark died. Courtney shot him and Bobby went through the agonizing experience of holding his love in his arms as he died.

Ready for more, eh? Well please sit down, have a nice steaming cup of yaoi and enjoy! Hobey Ho!

~KaKaVegeGurl


Side Notes:

No hostage has been held like I've

Been holding mine but I'm just fine

Since I've been without you

No prisoner could climb the walls

That I've built up in my mind

Since I've been without you

But I'm holding down and out

I'm desperate without you

Look at the shape I'm in

Talking to the walls again

Look at the state I'm in

Bent and broken is all I've been


Chapter 4: More Then Bent Out Of Shape


Bobby looked at Mark and smiled, "Pick a different person."

Mark paused the game, "It's not my fault that you can't beat me."

"Only because you're cheating," Bobby argued.

Mark smiled slyly, "Vega then?"

"He does the same thing."

"Let's play a different game then, I'm always gonna kick your ass at this one." Mark stood and started to sift through the games, "Mortal Kombat? Tournament Fighters? Biker Mice From Mars?"

Bobby stood up, "You didn't mess up this time, Mark."

Mark turned to look at him, he smiled sadly as Bobby picked up the controller to the Super Nintendo, "But it's alright. I w-want you to be th-the last thing I-I see."

Bobby put the gun against Mark's chest, "I love you, Mark."

"I know," Mark ran his fingers over Bobby's lips, unintentionally wiping blood his face, "th-this is the way it was m-meant to be, Bobby."

Bobby nodded, seeing Mark's eyes go wide, and he pulled the trigger.


FIRST EARTH


"It's not your fault."

Courtney rolled up the pages and walked to Bobby, who sat in the same cell with her. Dodger sat in a different cell nearby.

Courtney sat on the bed by Bobby and touched his arm. Bobby sat silently, his arm was stretched out and combing through the black curls of Mark's hair.

Bobby didn't say anything, his face was smeared with Mark's blood, his neck and his tux as well. He hadn't said a single word since they had been pulled from the bow of the ship. He had been interrogated and even shoved and threatened. Nothing got through to Bobby though, he was in shock.

Courtney rubbed his arm, her eyes were red from crying, she shook Bobby slightly, "Hey, it's not your fault."

Mr. Dimond opened the door to Bobby's cell, he walked in and stepped to the two of them, reaching out his arm and set his hand on Bobby's head, "You've been through a lot, Bobby. I'm sorry, you've been like a son to me."

Bobby broke his look from Mark's body for the first time since the shot was fired and stared up at Mr. Dimond, "I should be the one apologizing, it's my fault, Mr. Dimond."

Mr. Dimond smiled sadly, "It's no one's fault, Bobby. But you three are now members on this ship. Let's get you to the suite and get you cleaned up."

The cell door opened up again and Mrs. Dimond walked in, she went to Bobby and Courtney and pulled them both up into a deep hug as she sobbed.


Bobby stepped into the bathroom and locked the door, he peeled off his clothes and folded them into a pile on the toilet. He turned the hot water up in the shower and stopped to look into the mirror. His hair, which had been cut short, was still slicked back.

On his cheek was an exact smear of blood from four finger tips. There was blood along his chin and streaks around his neck. There was an entire spray of red spots along the left side of his face.

Bobby looked to the clothes on the toilet. His collar had blood smeared across it as well. His bottom of his jacket and the top of his pants was dark with a thick layer of blood.

His hands were more red then they were the tan his skin was normally. He pulled his eyes from the image before him and stepped under the spray of water. He made it a minute into washing the blood from his hands before he started sobbing.

The water below him was red, he wouldn't have minded if it was his own blood. But as he watched it flow down the drain he was reminded that it was Mark's blood. Mark's blood on his skin, blood that should be in his body.

His alive body.

Bobby collapsed on the floor of the tub and hugged his self.


"He's been in there a while," Mr. Dimond mused aloud, worried.

"Well, he is washing away blood."

Mrs. Dimond frowned at Courtney and bowed her head, "He's in a very bad way. Will he be alright?"

Courtney shrugged sadly, "He loved Mark more then anything. I feel the worst I've ever felt for it. But I can only imagine how bad it is for Bobby."

Mrs. Dimond pulled Courtney into a hug as they both started to tear up.

"There's a lot that needs to be done," Mr. Dimond was writing on a sheet of paper, "We should get back to Manhattan as soon as possible."

The door to the bathroom opened and Bobbed walked out, soaking wet, a towel around his waist.

"I forgot... A change of clothes. The other ones have... Have. They have Mark's blood... On them."

Mr. Dimond stood and rushed to him, he took Bobby back into the bathroom with a pair of clothes, "Sorry, change into this. It should fit fine."


Bobby pulled Mark close, running his hands down the chest of Mark's sweater. He pushed up the cotton fabric and ghosted his fingers along his stomach.

"B-Bobby," Mark gasped out.

Bobby pulled Mark from the computer desk, shifting through the room to lay him down on the bed.

He pulled off his basketball jersey and then helped Mark out of the green sweater completely.

Bobby unbuttoned Mark's shirt and laid kisses down his chest.

Mark moaned loudly and Bobby had to chuckle.

"Your parents are still downstairs, careful or they'll here us."

Mark blushed crimson and reached forward to unbuckle the belt around Bobby's waist, he slid the jeans down Bobby's knees, boxers and all.

Bobby pulled Mark's sweats off, he kissed down Mark's stomach and then pulled away Mark's underwear. He reached into Mark's side drawer and pulled out a bottle of KY. He poured it over three fingers of his right hand.

Mark shifted nervously underneath him as Bobby pushed in the first finger, and shortly after, the second.

He scissored, feeling the muscle tightening around his fingers, he licked his lips and watched Mark wince when he pushed in the third finger.

Bobby licked up the sweat from Mark's temple and kissed his swollen lips, he thrust his fingers in, curling when he buried them to the knuckle. Mark arched into him with wide eyes.

"Oh!"

Bobby pulled his fingers away and pulled something from the back pocket of his pants, which were still hung around his knees.

"B-be careful," Mark whispered as Bobby pointed the gun at him, "This is m-my first time, you kn-know."

"Me too," Bobby said as he cocked the pistol.

"I'm y-your a-acolyte, right? You-your's...?"

"Yes. You're my Acolyte." Bobby pulled the trigger.


Bobby sat bolt upright in the bed and grabbed at his chest. His breathing was coming in deep gasps and he looked around, it was dark in the hotel room. He fell back and stared at the roof. It was just a dream.

"Are you alright?"

Bobby looked to his side at the other twin bed nearby and saw Dodger staring at him with a worried expression.

"Bobby?"

Bobby stared at the boy and got a sort of dazed look.

Bobby put the gun against Mark's chest, "I love you, Mark."

"I know," Mark ran his fingers over Bobby's lips, unintentionally wiping blood on Bobby's face, "th-this is the way it was m-meant to be, Bobby."

Bobby nodded, seeing Mark's eyes go wide, and he pulled the trigger.

"Bobby?"

Bobby blinked and looked at Dodger, "What?"

Dodger stood up and walked to him, "You're starting to worry me."

Bobby cocked his head as Dodger reached out and pushed down his outstretched arm, which had been pointed at Dodger as if holding a gun.

Or a pistol, Bobby thought to himself and looked at his hand.

Dodger stared at him worriedly again, "You okay?"

Bobby nodded numbly and laid back down.


They spent hardly any more time in London before they took the RMS Queen Mary back to America. Bobby hardly spoke, hardly slept, and when he did sleep he continued to have the nightmares of him shooting Mark.

Mister and Mrs. Dimond tried to comfort him. He only tried to comfort them back however, telling them not to worry about him.

Bobby left to Ibara almost immediately after they reached the hotel in Manhattan. They lost Ibara terribly. He had no motivation against the Dados. Bobby had joined Siry and learned that Ibara was Veelox, three hundred years in the future. Bobby, Alder, and Siry joined together and won the first battle against the Dados. Bobby and Siry had gotten stuck on Ibara in an attempt to trap Saint Dane.

After months of backbreaking labor to try and fix Ibara they were met with another wave of Dados, and lost Ibara completely. Bobby and Siry hardly made it off the island, escaping back to Rubic City, and found that the flume there had been unearthed.

He brought Siry back to First Earth, he had mentioned in his journal thirty-two to Courtney that this was the end. Halla was lost and Bobby was going to give up.


As they made their way up the steps to the Manhattan Tower Hotel a voice called out to them.

"Pendragon!"

Bobby turned in shock as a man walked to him. The man was beaten, bleeding, and he was haunted looking with sunken in eyes and dirty hair.

"I'm sorry but, I didn't know where else to go," The man gasped out.

Bobby's eyes widened as he took a few steps towards the guy, "Patrick?"

Siry was confused, "Who?"

Patrick grabbed at Bobby's arms and stared into his eyes, "there's a lot to tell you, my friend. But I don't want to do it until we go back and get Mark. I'm worried about him-"

"Mark's dead," Bobby said darkly.

Patrick shook his head wildly, "No, he's on Second Earth. Bobby, Third Earth has changed again."

"What do you mean 'Mark's on Second Earth'?" Bobby asked with wide eyes.

"Well I f-found him on Third Earth," Patrick was about to say more when he collapsed into Bobby's arms, unconscious.


Ending Notes:

Mark's alive! Could it be Saint Dane? Will Bobby fall for such a thing?

Comment? Review? Love?

~KaKaVegeGurl