A letter to Kevin.
Summary - Darien's thoughts after the events of Brother's Keeper
Spoilers for The Pilot, Brother's Keeper.
Content - angst
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - Darien, Hobbes, Kevin are the property of Stu Segall productions and The Sci Fi Channel. I am merely borrowing them for the story (irish - February 2002)
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Kevin
Walt Whitman once wrote that the soul is not more than the body and the body is not more than the soul.
We choose the life we make for ourselves. You chose to be the scientist and I chose to be the petty thief. The thing is you chose what way my life was going to be. You said it was an option to prison. Well...my life is like a prison now. A prison doesn't necessarily need walls or security guards to exist, you know. My life isn't mine anymore.
I wanted this so much. I wanted the gland out of my head so badly that I was willing to do anything regardless of the consequences. You have no idea how this had affected my life. Well maybe you do. But you don't realise how much this pervades my life, my dreams, my subconscious. I live in fear of it. Fear is what drove me to resurrect you from the dead. Fear is what drives me to find
answers.
Hobbes told me once that the gland was my here and now, you were my past and all that I have left of you were memories. Well I don't want the memories. I want you here. I don't just want you here so you can remove the gland. I want you here because we are brothers.
I meant what I said. That it was just you and me. You're my brother. I love you but I also hate you for dying. For leaving me on my own. The anger and resentment that built up after we found out that you decided that you were not going to remove the gland as faded. It's still there just not as strong. You say that the gland has made me a better man. Maybe it has. Having the gland has changed me. It's taught me that I can't be as selfish as I was in the past. I can't afford to be selfish now. Well maybe I can. It was...it still is...my selfishness that brought you back so you could take the gland out.
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Darien folded the letter he had just written. He felt his eyes fill with tears as he placed the letter in an envelope. He switched off the TV in his apartment and headed out the door to the cemetery. He stood in front of Kevin's tombstone. He noticed that someone had planted a little American flag by the tombstone. He bent down to straighten it. He guessed that Hobbes had put it there. Darien took the letter out of his pocket. He held it in his hands for a couple of minutes. He then reached into another pocket and took out a lighter. He sighed as he pressed the button down to ignite the lighter. Holding the letter up to the flame he watched as the flame took hold of the letter. Darien let the envelope fall to the ground and watched as the letter burned. The wind suddenly picked up sending pieces flying around the tombstone. He noticed that one part of the letter had landed on the tombstone. He then turned and walked out of the cemetery with his head bowed.
The End
Summary - Darien's thoughts after the events of Brother's Keeper
Spoilers for The Pilot, Brother's Keeper.
Content - angst
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - Darien, Hobbes, Kevin are the property of Stu Segall productions and The Sci Fi Channel. I am merely borrowing them for the story (irish - February 2002)
******
Kevin
Walt Whitman once wrote that the soul is not more than the body and the body is not more than the soul.
We choose the life we make for ourselves. You chose to be the scientist and I chose to be the petty thief. The thing is you chose what way my life was going to be. You said it was an option to prison. Well...my life is like a prison now. A prison doesn't necessarily need walls or security guards to exist, you know. My life isn't mine anymore.
I wanted this so much. I wanted the gland out of my head so badly that I was willing to do anything regardless of the consequences. You have no idea how this had affected my life. Well maybe you do. But you don't realise how much this pervades my life, my dreams, my subconscious. I live in fear of it. Fear is what drove me to resurrect you from the dead. Fear is what drives me to find
answers.
Hobbes told me once that the gland was my here and now, you were my past and all that I have left of you were memories. Well I don't want the memories. I want you here. I don't just want you here so you can remove the gland. I want you here because we are brothers.
I meant what I said. That it was just you and me. You're my brother. I love you but I also hate you for dying. For leaving me on my own. The anger and resentment that built up after we found out that you decided that you were not going to remove the gland as faded. It's still there just not as strong. You say that the gland has made me a better man. Maybe it has. Having the gland has changed me. It's taught me that I can't be as selfish as I was in the past. I can't afford to be selfish now. Well maybe I can. It was...it still is...my selfishness that brought you back so you could take the gland out.
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Darien folded the letter he had just written. He felt his eyes fill with tears as he placed the letter in an envelope. He switched off the TV in his apartment and headed out the door to the cemetery. He stood in front of Kevin's tombstone. He noticed that someone had planted a little American flag by the tombstone. He bent down to straighten it. He guessed that Hobbes had put it there. Darien took the letter out of his pocket. He held it in his hands for a couple of minutes. He then reached into another pocket and took out a lighter. He sighed as he pressed the button down to ignite the lighter. Holding the letter up to the flame he watched as the flame took hold of the letter. Darien let the envelope fall to the ground and watched as the letter burned. The wind suddenly picked up sending pieces flying around the tombstone. He noticed that one part of the letter had landed on the tombstone. He then turned and walked out of the cemetery with his head bowed.
The End