Title: To Shatter the Silence is the Greatest Sin, Chapter Eight: Bobby's Eulogy and Darien's Revenge
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: R, for emotional scenes and character death
Pairing: Darien/Original Character: Dorian
Category: Drama, Romance, Angst, Violence
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: Finished
Author's Notes: This is an AU story. This is the eulogy Bobby gives at Dorian's funeral seen through Claire's eyes. Darien's Revenge is seen from Bobby's point of view. There is a major character death in this chapter.
Disclamer: I own nothing, except Dorian Slater. Everything else belongs to Stu Segal Productions and SciFi. "The Prophet" is copyright 1951 by the Kahlil Gibran Estate.
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"I didn't know Dorian very long, but I did know her well. She was devoted to her country and her husband.
"Dorian was a friend, and I cry for fallen comrades. She died honorably, just like she lived her life.
"Dorian, wherever you are, my friend, I vow to you that I will take care of Darien as best I can. You will be missed, honey.
"Kahlil Gibran once wrote: "You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek in the heart of life. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life." Now, I don't know the secret of death, but I think Dorian sought the heart of life with all her might. She lived and loved completely.
"Darien, she loved you and asked me to tell you something if something bad ever happened to her. She told me the truth behind her love for you. She said that she didn't love you because of your good-looks or your sense of humor. She loved you because you gave so selflessly to her. You held nothing back in your love for her.
"Dorian Leigh-Ann Slater-Fawkes, born December 9th, 1971, died July 1st, 2001, again I'll say it: You will be missed, Dori," Bobby says, solemnly.
I didn't know Bobby had it in him to be so eloquent, so beautiful. I watch in fascination as he turns to Dorian's casket, a single white rose in his hand. He lays the rose on the casket and salutes. He turns and looks directly at me, and I see the glimmer of tears in his eyes. At first, I am stunned. Bobby crying for his buddy's wife? I'm learning more and more about Bobby's emotional depth than I ever thought I would.
I stand up as Bobby approaches me. He wraps his arms around my waist and holds me for a brief moment. He moves to hug Darien.
Ah, poor Darien. How will he ever go on? He loved Dorian so much. He'll be okay, as long as he has friends like Bobby, who care so much about him. I know I care about them both.
*****
What is he doing now?
"Fawkes, will ya sit down? They'll call us in a moment," I say, soothingly, "He'll be out in a minute."
I watch as he sits down across from me. He looks at me with those big, sad eyes and he looks like he's going to cry again. "Thank you, Bobby. For helping me," he whispers.
"The bastard deserves what he's got coming to him," I reply. He only nods his agreement.
"Agents Hobbes and Fawkes?" the girl behind the counter says, "They're ready for you."
"Thank you, miss," I say, politely. "Come on, Fawkes. Let's do this." We stand up and walk down the halls, in perfect stride with each other. I open the door to the room where he waits, smiling smugly, for us.
"Ah, Monsieur Hobbes, Fawkes. What can I help you with?" Arnaud smirks.
I see Fawkes look around for the security camera. He disables it with a flick of his wrist. I turn off the sound equipment.
"What the hell are you doing?" Arnaud snaps.
"Doing what I've wanted to do for a year and a half now," Fawkes says, coolly.
"Even you woudn't dare," Arnie spits.
"Wouldn't I? You've made my life a living hell since before we even met. You created quicksilver madness. You killed Kevin. You've tried to kill me more times than I can count. But all of that could slid. I would've been upset that I didn't get to kill you, but I would've eventually been all right. But then, you had to go and kill my wife. My one, true love. My life and soul. And you killed her. Now, I'm going to kill you," Darien speaks slowly, softly. I reach into my jacket and pull out the gun. It's fitted with a silencer, just like Darien asked for.
"No, you're not going to kill me. You don't have the guts to, Fawkes," Arnaud is just to smug for his own good.
Darien takes the gun and shoots the Swiss-miss motherfucker in the stomach. "Now, who doesn't have the guts?" he says, coldly, gagging Arnaud with a piece of an old shirt Darien brought with him. "You're a cold, hard-hearted bastard, Arnie. You've done so much to hurt me and people I care about. And now you're going to pay, buddy," Darien says, smiling. "Any last words?"
Arnaud nods his head vigorously, and Darien removes the gag. "Yeah, I've got last words. I know how to remove the gland. Or at least correct the genetic mutation."
I can't believe it. Arnaud's a low bastard, but I didn't think he was this low. I'm pleased when Darien sees through it.
"Somehow, I can't bring myself to care. I trust Claire to find out how to remove the gland. I trust her to find some way to help me with my little problem. But, I don't trust you at all. Say goodnight, Arnie," Darien smirks.
I watch in fascination as Darien aims the gun at Arnaud's head and pulls the trigger. Ooh, messy. But Darien doesn't care. He's smiling and crying like a child.
I manage to find my voice. "Darien, we gotta get you changed." I remembered that this could get kinda messy and urged Fawkes to bring a bag with cleaner clothes in it. He nods and starts changing.
When he's dressed, we clean fingerprints off the gun and toss it in the bag. We leave the prison complex without incident and drive out to the lake. Darien gets out of the van and tosses the bag, bloody clothes and all, into the water. He gets back into the van and says, "I think I can rest now. I think I can smile again. I think I could even learn to love again."
"Who said that?"
"Darien Fawkes, 2001. In memory of Dorian and Kevin Fawkes."
FIN~
Well, I hope you all enjoyed it. And to all the Arnaud lovers, I'm sorry, but it just fit!
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: R, for emotional scenes and character death
Pairing: Darien/Original Character: Dorian
Category: Drama, Romance, Angst, Violence
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: Finished
Author's Notes: This is an AU story. This is the eulogy Bobby gives at Dorian's funeral seen through Claire's eyes. Darien's Revenge is seen from Bobby's point of view. There is a major character death in this chapter.
Disclamer: I own nothing, except Dorian Slater. Everything else belongs to Stu Segal Productions and SciFi. "The Prophet" is copyright 1951 by the Kahlil Gibran Estate.
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"I didn't know Dorian very long, but I did know her well. She was devoted to her country and her husband.
"Dorian was a friend, and I cry for fallen comrades. She died honorably, just like she lived her life.
"Dorian, wherever you are, my friend, I vow to you that I will take care of Darien as best I can. You will be missed, honey.
"Kahlil Gibran once wrote: "You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek in the heart of life. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life." Now, I don't know the secret of death, but I think Dorian sought the heart of life with all her might. She lived and loved completely.
"Darien, she loved you and asked me to tell you something if something bad ever happened to her. She told me the truth behind her love for you. She said that she didn't love you because of your good-looks or your sense of humor. She loved you because you gave so selflessly to her. You held nothing back in your love for her.
"Dorian Leigh-Ann Slater-Fawkes, born December 9th, 1971, died July 1st, 2001, again I'll say it: You will be missed, Dori," Bobby says, solemnly.
I didn't know Bobby had it in him to be so eloquent, so beautiful. I watch in fascination as he turns to Dorian's casket, a single white rose in his hand. He lays the rose on the casket and salutes. He turns and looks directly at me, and I see the glimmer of tears in his eyes. At first, I am stunned. Bobby crying for his buddy's wife? I'm learning more and more about Bobby's emotional depth than I ever thought I would.
I stand up as Bobby approaches me. He wraps his arms around my waist and holds me for a brief moment. He moves to hug Darien.
Ah, poor Darien. How will he ever go on? He loved Dorian so much. He'll be okay, as long as he has friends like Bobby, who care so much about him. I know I care about them both.
*****
What is he doing now?
"Fawkes, will ya sit down? They'll call us in a moment," I say, soothingly, "He'll be out in a minute."
I watch as he sits down across from me. He looks at me with those big, sad eyes and he looks like he's going to cry again. "Thank you, Bobby. For helping me," he whispers.
"The bastard deserves what he's got coming to him," I reply. He only nods his agreement.
"Agents Hobbes and Fawkes?" the girl behind the counter says, "They're ready for you."
"Thank you, miss," I say, politely. "Come on, Fawkes. Let's do this." We stand up and walk down the halls, in perfect stride with each other. I open the door to the room where he waits, smiling smugly, for us.
"Ah, Monsieur Hobbes, Fawkes. What can I help you with?" Arnaud smirks.
I see Fawkes look around for the security camera. He disables it with a flick of his wrist. I turn off the sound equipment.
"What the hell are you doing?" Arnaud snaps.
"Doing what I've wanted to do for a year and a half now," Fawkes says, coolly.
"Even you woudn't dare," Arnie spits.
"Wouldn't I? You've made my life a living hell since before we even met. You created quicksilver madness. You killed Kevin. You've tried to kill me more times than I can count. But all of that could slid. I would've been upset that I didn't get to kill you, but I would've eventually been all right. But then, you had to go and kill my wife. My one, true love. My life and soul. And you killed her. Now, I'm going to kill you," Darien speaks slowly, softly. I reach into my jacket and pull out the gun. It's fitted with a silencer, just like Darien asked for.
"No, you're not going to kill me. You don't have the guts to, Fawkes," Arnaud is just to smug for his own good.
Darien takes the gun and shoots the Swiss-miss motherfucker in the stomach. "Now, who doesn't have the guts?" he says, coldly, gagging Arnaud with a piece of an old shirt Darien brought with him. "You're a cold, hard-hearted bastard, Arnie. You've done so much to hurt me and people I care about. And now you're going to pay, buddy," Darien says, smiling. "Any last words?"
Arnaud nods his head vigorously, and Darien removes the gag. "Yeah, I've got last words. I know how to remove the gland. Or at least correct the genetic mutation."
I can't believe it. Arnaud's a low bastard, but I didn't think he was this low. I'm pleased when Darien sees through it.
"Somehow, I can't bring myself to care. I trust Claire to find out how to remove the gland. I trust her to find some way to help me with my little problem. But, I don't trust you at all. Say goodnight, Arnie," Darien smirks.
I watch in fascination as Darien aims the gun at Arnaud's head and pulls the trigger. Ooh, messy. But Darien doesn't care. He's smiling and crying like a child.
I manage to find my voice. "Darien, we gotta get you changed." I remembered that this could get kinda messy and urged Fawkes to bring a bag with cleaner clothes in it. He nods and starts changing.
When he's dressed, we clean fingerprints off the gun and toss it in the bag. We leave the prison complex without incident and drive out to the lake. Darien gets out of the van and tosses the bag, bloody clothes and all, into the water. He gets back into the van and says, "I think I can rest now. I think I can smile again. I think I could even learn to love again."
"Who said that?"
"Darien Fawkes, 2001. In memory of Dorian and Kevin Fawkes."
FIN~
Well, I hope you all enjoyed it. And to all the Arnaud lovers, I'm sorry, but it just fit!