Title: O Captain, My Captain

Author: Kitty

Summary: "O the bleeding drops of red, where on the deck my Captain lies, fallen cold and dead."

Warnings: Character death, angst, vehicular manslaughter.

Disclaimer: Roses are Red, Violets are blue, I don't own them and neither do you.

A/N: New super secret code! I love everything you do, marry me and sex me up three times daily. Cellar Door. Review with that code and I shall honour any request you make. No, Srsly, I will. Just ask Moochiecat! She's responsible for the spanking scene. And also responsible for the posting of every chapter past third. So hey, send a review my way. Please. Dear God, please.

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"Greg! Hey Greg—"

CRUNCH!

"Oh shit," Greg whispered, looking in his rear-view mirror in horror. Warric was stuck between his SUV and the brick wall. As Greg watched, Warric choked up a flood of blood onto the back windshield. "Oh fuck." He switched into drive and went forward a few feet then killed the engine and darted out the door.

Warric slumped against the wall, blood dripping from his mouth and nose. Greg approached warily, "Ah… Warric? You okay?" he paused, totally freaked out. "I didn't see you there…?"

Warric did not respond.

Greg knelt beside the bloody man and checked carefully for a pulse. Nothing. "Double fuck," he cursed. He looked up and checked for the security cameras. Luckily, the only one facing this direction was the broken one. Greg opened the back hatch on his SUV and climbed in, hauling Warric's corpse with him. "Oh god, I'm so sorry man," he whispered. He settled the body next to the jugs of Corpse juice and his aquarium. Greg had been in the middle of moving his secret lab to his apartment when Warric had startled him. Catherine's impromptu visit yesterday had shown him that his secret lab wasn't actually that secret. Thank god she'd been too distracted to notice the corpse on the table, Greg thought. He looked down at Warric in abject misery. He liked Warric. Why couldn't it have been Ecklie, or someone equally annoying?

Greg wiped away a tear and climbed to the front seat. There was only one thing to do now— Take the corpse and use it for medical experiments.

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A dry breath rasped from parched lips. Someone gasped, and then dashed from the room.

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TBC