A/N: *sniff* thanks for all the reviews guys! I can't believe I hit 200!
This may be dragging a little, but this is the last filler chapter; we're
moving into the home stretch after this. Thanks to everyone whose stuck
with me!
(Darry)
"Did you have a rough night?" I asked my exhausted looking brother. Soda shook his head.
"Not really. A weird one."
"Weird?"
"Honest, I guess."
"Honest?"
Soda sighed. "I'd rather not talk about it," he mumbled.
I swallowed and kept my eyes on the road as I drove. I needed to talk to Pony, to figure out what had happened with the state, and I had to do it soon before it was too late.
"You oughta talk to him, Dar," Soda read my mind. "He ain't mad, you know. He was just so tired, he wasn't thinking clearly."
"I know."
Soda stared at the road, tapping his fingers nervously against his jeans as we approached the DX. "I think he's....coming to terms with all this."
"Coming to terms?"
"You know," he said softly. "Settling things."
I nearly ran into an intersection and had to slam on the breaks, launching both of us forward. "Sorry," I mumbled at Soda's stunned look.
I never wanted to go through this; I never wanted to think about Pony 'settling things' when he was only fourteen. And at the same time I was glad he'd get to, because my parents never had.
What will we do without him? I thought miserably, glancing at Soda who was staring out his window silently. Will it be like this every morning, trying to ward off silence? The house will be so damn quiet. I'd expect him there every time I walked in the door, expect to see him buried in a book or homework.
I've failed you, I've failed you, I've failed you.......
"I'll see you at home?" Soda asked as I pulled over to let him out.
"Yeah. You gonna call Pony during the day?"
"Yup. You really oughta talk to him, Darry. Tonight, if you can."
"I will."
Soda hesitated for a second, than slowly shut the door and turned toward the station. I watched him, something slowly beginning to hurt in my chest as realization dawned; I was helpless when Dally died, helpless when Johnny died, helpless when my parents died. And now I was helpless as Pony died.
I've failed you, I've failed you, I've failed you.....
I slammed my hand onto the steering wheel in frustration and pulled in front of two cars to race to work. I needed to block the thoughts from my head.
(Darry)
"Did you have a rough night?" I asked my exhausted looking brother. Soda shook his head.
"Not really. A weird one."
"Weird?"
"Honest, I guess."
"Honest?"
Soda sighed. "I'd rather not talk about it," he mumbled.
I swallowed and kept my eyes on the road as I drove. I needed to talk to Pony, to figure out what had happened with the state, and I had to do it soon before it was too late.
"You oughta talk to him, Dar," Soda read my mind. "He ain't mad, you know. He was just so tired, he wasn't thinking clearly."
"I know."
Soda stared at the road, tapping his fingers nervously against his jeans as we approached the DX. "I think he's....coming to terms with all this."
"Coming to terms?"
"You know," he said softly. "Settling things."
I nearly ran into an intersection and had to slam on the breaks, launching both of us forward. "Sorry," I mumbled at Soda's stunned look.
I never wanted to go through this; I never wanted to think about Pony 'settling things' when he was only fourteen. And at the same time I was glad he'd get to, because my parents never had.
What will we do without him? I thought miserably, glancing at Soda who was staring out his window silently. Will it be like this every morning, trying to ward off silence? The house will be so damn quiet. I'd expect him there every time I walked in the door, expect to see him buried in a book or homework.
I've failed you, I've failed you, I've failed you.......
"I'll see you at home?" Soda asked as I pulled over to let him out.
"Yeah. You gonna call Pony during the day?"
"Yup. You really oughta talk to him, Darry. Tonight, if you can."
"I will."
Soda hesitated for a second, than slowly shut the door and turned toward the station. I watched him, something slowly beginning to hurt in my chest as realization dawned; I was helpless when Dally died, helpless when Johnny died, helpless when my parents died. And now I was helpless as Pony died.
I've failed you, I've failed you, I've failed you.....
I slammed my hand onto the steering wheel in frustration and pulled in front of two cars to race to work. I needed to block the thoughts from my head.