Title: To Shatter the Silence is the Greatest Sin, Chapter Seven: The last few moments on Earth.
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: R, for emotional scenes
Pairing: Darien/Original Character: Dorian
Category: Drama, Romance, Angst
Distribution: My Site, IMFanfic list, and FanFiction.net; anyone else, just ask.
Summary: Darien finds an old friend.
Spoilers: I don't think there are any.
Status: WIP
Author's Notes: This is an AU story. This is where the POV shifts from Dori's to Darien's.
Disclamer: I own nothing, except Dorian Slater. Everything else belongs to Stu Segal Productions and SciFi.
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"Fawkes, show yourself or she dies!" Arnaud yells. I cringe as he yells my name. I shed the quicksilver from my body and stand up. Something stops me and I hesitate.
"This is useless, Arnaud. Let's go," Brighten yells to his guards.
"No, Leopold, you're not going anywhere!" Arnaud shouts, shooting Brighten in the back of the head. "Now, Chrysalis belongs to me, and so do you!" he shouts again, this time addressing the guards. Arnaud running Chrysalis. This is bad, really bad.
"Not so fast, Arnie," Bobby says, walking out from behind a wooden crate.
"Ah, Monsieur Hobbes," Arnaud purrs, "Where is your wonderful partner?" I shiver, knowing he's talking about me.
"He's not here," Bobby replies. No, Bobby, don't do this.
"Ah, I don't believe you," Arnaud speaks softly and fires into Dorian's chest. Fear and hatred grip my heart like a vise. No, not Dorian. My heart screams at me to run to her. My mind holds me back in fear for my own life.
Bobby's firing at Arnaud now. It's no use, Hobbes, he's gone. I feel something crawl on my hand and I shake it away, the quicksilver covering me again. Bobby, no, don't leave me here alone!
"Darien!" Oh, God, Dorian. No, Dorian. I'm frozen; I can't move. She screams my name again and my body flies into action. I once again shed the quicksilver from my body and kneel beside her. It's bad, it's so bad.
"I'm here, sweetie, I'm here," I whisper. I pull her head into my lap and rock her gently. Oh, God, no, she's shaking so badly. No, don't take her from me. "I'm here, Dori, I'm here, baby. Don't you dare die on me," I sob into her hair. Her hand comes towards my face, but it never makes the contact. I hold her tighter as a convulsion blazes it's way through her body.
She's screaming. Oh, God, she's in so much pain. I should've stood up. I continue rocking her and sobbing her name.
She opens her eyes and looks up at me. She's smiling, actually smiling. "Love ya, Dare," she whispers. Her hand comes up again, and I grab it in both of mine and kiss it. My tears are on her hand, washing away her blood.
"I love you, too, Dor. I love you," I whisper into her hand. I keep whispering until I hear her speak again.
"Just shut up and kiss me," she groans under the intense pain. I lean over and kiss her softly, almost chastely on the lips. Those soft, full, beautiful lips. Am I going to have to live the rest of my life without her? Without her smile, her laughter, her?
She runs her cut hand through my hair to the base of my skull and holds my head in her hands. "Thus, with a kiss, I die," she whispers. My eyes open wider and I feel more tears brimming at the edge of my eyes. "The end, my love. Goodbye."
She smiles as she says it. Her last words on this earth. Oh, God, how could I lose her? How can I go on?
Oh, God, take me with her. Please, don't leave me alone!
I feel Bobby's hand on my shoulder, pulling me away from the body of my wife, of my beloved.
"It's over, Fawkes. It's over," he whispers. "Come on, we got Arnaud. Let's go, Darien."
I shudder when he says my name. He says it jsut like Dorian does. Like Dorian *did*. Oh, God, she's dead. She's really gone.
Didn't I promise ya, I-Mom? There's just one more part. I hope to have that one written by tonight.
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: R, for emotional scenes
Pairing: Darien/Original Character: Dorian
Category: Drama, Romance, Angst
Distribution: My Site, IMFanfic list, and FanFiction.net; anyone else, just ask.
Summary: Darien finds an old friend.
Spoilers: I don't think there are any.
Status: WIP
Author's Notes: This is an AU story. This is where the POV shifts from Dori's to Darien's.
Disclamer: I own nothing, except Dorian Slater. Everything else belongs to Stu Segal Productions and SciFi.
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"Fawkes, show yourself or she dies!" Arnaud yells. I cringe as he yells my name. I shed the quicksilver from my body and stand up. Something stops me and I hesitate.
"This is useless, Arnaud. Let's go," Brighten yells to his guards.
"No, Leopold, you're not going anywhere!" Arnaud shouts, shooting Brighten in the back of the head. "Now, Chrysalis belongs to me, and so do you!" he shouts again, this time addressing the guards. Arnaud running Chrysalis. This is bad, really bad.
"Not so fast, Arnie," Bobby says, walking out from behind a wooden crate.
"Ah, Monsieur Hobbes," Arnaud purrs, "Where is your wonderful partner?" I shiver, knowing he's talking about me.
"He's not here," Bobby replies. No, Bobby, don't do this.
"Ah, I don't believe you," Arnaud speaks softly and fires into Dorian's chest. Fear and hatred grip my heart like a vise. No, not Dorian. My heart screams at me to run to her. My mind holds me back in fear for my own life.
Bobby's firing at Arnaud now. It's no use, Hobbes, he's gone. I feel something crawl on my hand and I shake it away, the quicksilver covering me again. Bobby, no, don't leave me here alone!
"Darien!" Oh, God, Dorian. No, Dorian. I'm frozen; I can't move. She screams my name again and my body flies into action. I once again shed the quicksilver from my body and kneel beside her. It's bad, it's so bad.
"I'm here, sweetie, I'm here," I whisper. I pull her head into my lap and rock her gently. Oh, God, no, she's shaking so badly. No, don't take her from me. "I'm here, Dori, I'm here, baby. Don't you dare die on me," I sob into her hair. Her hand comes towards my face, but it never makes the contact. I hold her tighter as a convulsion blazes it's way through her body.
She's screaming. Oh, God, she's in so much pain. I should've stood up. I continue rocking her and sobbing her name.
She opens her eyes and looks up at me. She's smiling, actually smiling. "Love ya, Dare," she whispers. Her hand comes up again, and I grab it in both of mine and kiss it. My tears are on her hand, washing away her blood.
"I love you, too, Dor. I love you," I whisper into her hand. I keep whispering until I hear her speak again.
"Just shut up and kiss me," she groans under the intense pain. I lean over and kiss her softly, almost chastely on the lips. Those soft, full, beautiful lips. Am I going to have to live the rest of my life without her? Without her smile, her laughter, her?
She runs her cut hand through my hair to the base of my skull and holds my head in her hands. "Thus, with a kiss, I die," she whispers. My eyes open wider and I feel more tears brimming at the edge of my eyes. "The end, my love. Goodbye."
She smiles as she says it. Her last words on this earth. Oh, God, how could I lose her? How can I go on?
Oh, God, take me with her. Please, don't leave me alone!
I feel Bobby's hand on my shoulder, pulling me away from the body of my wife, of my beloved.
"It's over, Fawkes. It's over," he whispers. "Come on, we got Arnaud. Let's go, Darien."
I shudder when he says my name. He says it jsut like Dorian does. Like Dorian *did*. Oh, God, she's dead. She's really gone.
Didn't I promise ya, I-Mom? There's just one more part. I hope to have that one written by tonight.