The Day The Humor Died, by NachoManLance
Disclaimer: I don't own the authors of the T2M Clan. Not enough cash...*opens wallets and a small "poof" cloud steams out*
This is actually my first sad, angsty fic I've done. Just expanding my variety, I suppose. I have to sometime. Besides, I couldn't get the idea out of my head.
IMPORTANT NOTE: The story is about Lance voluntarily leaving the clan for reasons such as jealousy and loneliness. THESE ARE NOT REAL REASONS! I repeat, THESE ARE NOT REAL REASONS!! I love the clan I'm in and I have no reason whatsoever to leave it, nor do I have the thoughts and feelings shared in this story.
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Another day, another heartbreak.
Just the kind of thing I get used to.
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On the islands and shores, seagulls woke in the early sun. Time to start their day on the coast of beautiful California. In the water, the fishes began to jump and swim. In the air, the seagulls soared and hunted. In the large manor set of a high cliff, the tenants opened their eyes, and woke.
Thus a new day had began for the members of the T2M Clan. Now roommates and a close family, the Clan was widely known throughout the writer website, FanFiction.net. Writers of special skill and personality were the only ones chosen to join, and the current eleven members would most likely be the last, since the old days of glory and popularity have died increasingly.
The clan slowly woke and went about their daily morning activities before going downstairs for breakfast. Already the aroma of fresh food steamed to their noses, waking them up even more.
They sat and chatted happily with each other. Nueva and Taro, now married and expecting a child, sat at the end of the table. Emerin and Rona sat next to each other, chatting about their day ahead. Super Hurricane, Lucia and Silver sat near each other discussing a new story idea. Talon cooked breakfast at the stove, while Tori and Sam helped (Sam has finally calmed down over the years). This time, there was a familiar person who was missing from the table.
"Has anyone seen Lance?" Talon asked to the rest at the table, setting plates down.
"Not me." said Silver.
"Me neither." Nueva responded.
"All right, I'll go get him." said Talon, taking off his apron and climbing up the stairs, "Maybe he didn't hear the wake up call...again."
Talon knocked lightly on Lance's door to his room. "Lance, you awake? Breakfast is ready."
A small voice answered from behind it. "Yeah, just a minute." He didn't sound very... himself.
Talon stared worriedly at the door for a few seconds and started back down the stairs again. He probably got a letter from his parents or something, he thought, I'll have have to ask him later.
A few seconds after everyone started eating, Lance entered the room and sat at his seat before quietly eating. The others gave concerned looks to Lance, who didn't notice, before looking at others.
"Lance?" Lucia finally spoke up, "Are you alright?"
Lance looked up from his food with no expression on his face. "Yeah...I'm fine."
Everyone gave each other more weird looks as Lance continued eating in silence. They figured it was something temporary, so they continued with their activities and eating.
After a few minutes, Lance emptied his plate and left the table back up to his room. All of the heads in the room followed him as he left, and immediately they discussed about him.
"Maybe someone from his family died." Emerin suggested.
"Or the Cheez Whiz company shut down." Lucia smirked.
"Guys, I think it could be something more serious." Talon said over the murmuring, "Just let me go up there and talk to him. He'll need to shape up before we take Nueva to her doctor appointment."
The others reluctantly agreed, and continued with their chatting. Talon cleaned his plate and walked back up the stairs toward Lance's room.
He opened the door by an inch, glancing inside. It was dark, the windows were shut and the lamps were off. From the light coming out of the hallway, he could just make out Lance sitting on his bed.
"Hey. Can we talk?" Talon asked.
Lance sat there without answer for a few seconds, before muttering "Sure."
Talon clicked on the lights and closed the door after him. He sat down next to Lance and said in a calm voice, "Whats wrong, dude? You just don't seem yourself today."
Lance sat silent, staring at his feet.
"I mean," he continued, "There usually hasn't been a day you weren't smiling until now. And, no offense, you're the loudest person at the table. Is there something bothering you?"
"No," said Lance a little sharply, "I...I don't want to talk about it right now."
Talon jumped at the sudden attitude, eyeing Lance with concern. He definetly isn't himself, it's almost suspicious....
"All right. Let me know if you want to talk, you know I'm always available." Talon smiled, patting his shoulder a couple times before standing up and leaving. He stopped at the doorway and looked back. Lance still sat on the bed, facing away from him, silent and motionless. Talon frowned and closed the door after him.
::::Later That Night::::
With the sun nearing towards the horizon of the blue ocean, it was instinctively dinner time for all the T2M members. As they sat, they noticed that yet again, Lance was absent from his seat.
"Has he really bee in his room all day?" Sam asked Talon.
"He must be pretty hurt about something to keep him anti-social for a whole day." Taro said with slight concern.
"I figure I'd make some nachos tonight," said Talon behind the stove, "Just in case it helps."
"Great idea jikei," Lucia said smiling, "I'll get him down."
"We're really having nachos tonight, Talon?" Super Hurricane asked as Lucia climbed the stairs.
"We haven't had it for awhile anyway." Talon responded with a grin. "Besides, maybe it'll help Lance get in a good mood, if not a little bit."
A few minutes later, Lucia came in with Lance following. The clan instantly changed their looks of worry to looks of excitement.
"Hi Lance! Guess what we're having tonight?" Nueva said cheerily.
Lance shrugged, and lifted his eyes toward the plate of nachos Talon was carrying to the table. His eyes began to get teary, and his hands forming into fists. Before anyone could stop him, he ran out of the room and up the stairs, finally slamming his door shut. This left the clan speechless behind him.
"What was that about?" Tori asked, eyes wide open.
Without a word Talon set the plate of nachos down and walked calmly out towards Lance's room. After a moment's hesitation, the rest of the clan followed him. When they got to his room, they found Lance standing and facing Talon, who was trying to calm him down.
"...but you didn't have to run out on us like that. You know better, Lance!"
"Run out?" Lance asked, a sound of coldness in his voice. "Run out? I've been meaning to run out for months! Ever since you got started on that project of yours, I've been cast aside and used for comic relief!"
"But Lance, thats why you're with us! We need your humor to keep us from doing things we shouldn't!" Talon yelled back.
"Are you saying that I'm good at nothing, but making you lot laugh? Is that all I'm worth? I want to be better than that, Talon! I wanted to be a great writer, but I'm never asked for yours or anyone's help!"
Talon took a deep breath. "Lance, you're wrong. You've done some great work, and all of us love it. It's just.."
"It's just what, Talon? What changes your mind?" Lance hissed back.
"It's nothing! Now I want you to be your old self again and forget this nonsense about being trash! We want our old Lance back."
Lance stood silent for a few seconds, hands shaking with rage. "Go away."
Talon's hair stood on his neck. "What?"
"I said go away!" shouted Lance, shoving Talon out of the room and slamming the door behind him.
Everyone stood quiet for a few long minutes, unable to process any words to describe it. Talon sighed and started to walk away.
"Talon.." Nueva followed, placing her hand on his shoulder.
Talon turned his head over his shoulder, a look of sadness and hurt spread on his face. He said nothing as he continued on down the hall, and into his room and locking himself in.
No words were said as the rest of the clan filed back to their rooms.
::::The Next Morning::::
"Lance?" Lucia whispered at Lance's door, tapping on it. She heard no answer.
She jiggled the door knob, and found it to be unlocked. "I'm coming in." she said, and opened the door to his room.
::::Two Minutes Later::::
"JIKEI! JIKEI!" Lucia slammed her fist on Talon's door, the other one holding a sheet of written paper.
Talon opened the door with a look of concern. "What is it, Lucia?"
Lucia said nothing as she unfolded the letter in her hand. Talon took it from her hand and read aloud:
"Clan,
I feel no longer needed to remain here. It's apparent I'm just nothing more than a jester, a living thing to keep all of you entertained. I'm not saying I never enjoyed it, but I expected more from you as a writer, and not just your ten-minute break. I wanted to be a great author, and being treated only as a stand-up didn't make me any better. I will miss you all, and I love each and every one of you.
Don't look for me.
Lance."
"He's gone, Talon." Lucia whispered sadly.
Talon said nothing. He read the letter again, and again. Finally it sunk in.
His fist clenched the paper, crumbling it. It let it fall to the floor, and locked himself back in his room.
"Jikei..."
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Opening Theme: "The World I Know" by Collective Soul
Chapter One Song: "In Hiding" by Pearl Jam
Disclaimer: I don't own the authors of the T2M Clan. Not enough cash...*opens wallets and a small "poof" cloud steams out*
This is actually my first sad, angsty fic I've done. Just expanding my variety, I suppose. I have to sometime. Besides, I couldn't get the idea out of my head.
IMPORTANT NOTE: The story is about Lance voluntarily leaving the clan for reasons such as jealousy and loneliness. THESE ARE NOT REAL REASONS! I repeat, THESE ARE NOT REAL REASONS!! I love the clan I'm in and I have no reason whatsoever to leave it, nor do I have the thoughts and feelings shared in this story.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Another day, another heartbreak.
Just the kind of thing I get used to.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
On the islands and shores, seagulls woke in the early sun. Time to start their day on the coast of beautiful California. In the water, the fishes began to jump and swim. In the air, the seagulls soared and hunted. In the large manor set of a high cliff, the tenants opened their eyes, and woke.
Thus a new day had began for the members of the T2M Clan. Now roommates and a close family, the Clan was widely known throughout the writer website, FanFiction.net. Writers of special skill and personality were the only ones chosen to join, and the current eleven members would most likely be the last, since the old days of glory and popularity have died increasingly.
The clan slowly woke and went about their daily morning activities before going downstairs for breakfast. Already the aroma of fresh food steamed to their noses, waking them up even more.
They sat and chatted happily with each other. Nueva and Taro, now married and expecting a child, sat at the end of the table. Emerin and Rona sat next to each other, chatting about their day ahead. Super Hurricane, Lucia and Silver sat near each other discussing a new story idea. Talon cooked breakfast at the stove, while Tori and Sam helped (Sam has finally calmed down over the years). This time, there was a familiar person who was missing from the table.
"Has anyone seen Lance?" Talon asked to the rest at the table, setting plates down.
"Not me." said Silver.
"Me neither." Nueva responded.
"All right, I'll go get him." said Talon, taking off his apron and climbing up the stairs, "Maybe he didn't hear the wake up call...again."
Talon knocked lightly on Lance's door to his room. "Lance, you awake? Breakfast is ready."
A small voice answered from behind it. "Yeah, just a minute." He didn't sound very... himself.
Talon stared worriedly at the door for a few seconds and started back down the stairs again. He probably got a letter from his parents or something, he thought, I'll have have to ask him later.
A few seconds after everyone started eating, Lance entered the room and sat at his seat before quietly eating. The others gave concerned looks to Lance, who didn't notice, before looking at others.
"Lance?" Lucia finally spoke up, "Are you alright?"
Lance looked up from his food with no expression on his face. "Yeah...I'm fine."
Everyone gave each other more weird looks as Lance continued eating in silence. They figured it was something temporary, so they continued with their activities and eating.
After a few minutes, Lance emptied his plate and left the table back up to his room. All of the heads in the room followed him as he left, and immediately they discussed about him.
"Maybe someone from his family died." Emerin suggested.
"Or the Cheez Whiz company shut down." Lucia smirked.
"Guys, I think it could be something more serious." Talon said over the murmuring, "Just let me go up there and talk to him. He'll need to shape up before we take Nueva to her doctor appointment."
The others reluctantly agreed, and continued with their chatting. Talon cleaned his plate and walked back up the stairs toward Lance's room.
He opened the door by an inch, glancing inside. It was dark, the windows were shut and the lamps were off. From the light coming out of the hallway, he could just make out Lance sitting on his bed.
"Hey. Can we talk?" Talon asked.
Lance sat there without answer for a few seconds, before muttering "Sure."
Talon clicked on the lights and closed the door after him. He sat down next to Lance and said in a calm voice, "Whats wrong, dude? You just don't seem yourself today."
Lance sat silent, staring at his feet.
"I mean," he continued, "There usually hasn't been a day you weren't smiling until now. And, no offense, you're the loudest person at the table. Is there something bothering you?"
"No," said Lance a little sharply, "I...I don't want to talk about it right now."
Talon jumped at the sudden attitude, eyeing Lance with concern. He definetly isn't himself, it's almost suspicious....
"All right. Let me know if you want to talk, you know I'm always available." Talon smiled, patting his shoulder a couple times before standing up and leaving. He stopped at the doorway and looked back. Lance still sat on the bed, facing away from him, silent and motionless. Talon frowned and closed the door after him.
::::Later That Night::::
With the sun nearing towards the horizon of the blue ocean, it was instinctively dinner time for all the T2M members. As they sat, they noticed that yet again, Lance was absent from his seat.
"Has he really bee in his room all day?" Sam asked Talon.
"He must be pretty hurt about something to keep him anti-social for a whole day." Taro said with slight concern.
"I figure I'd make some nachos tonight," said Talon behind the stove, "Just in case it helps."
"Great idea jikei," Lucia said smiling, "I'll get him down."
"We're really having nachos tonight, Talon?" Super Hurricane asked as Lucia climbed the stairs.
"We haven't had it for awhile anyway." Talon responded with a grin. "Besides, maybe it'll help Lance get in a good mood, if not a little bit."
A few minutes later, Lucia came in with Lance following. The clan instantly changed their looks of worry to looks of excitement.
"Hi Lance! Guess what we're having tonight?" Nueva said cheerily.
Lance shrugged, and lifted his eyes toward the plate of nachos Talon was carrying to the table. His eyes began to get teary, and his hands forming into fists. Before anyone could stop him, he ran out of the room and up the stairs, finally slamming his door shut. This left the clan speechless behind him.
"What was that about?" Tori asked, eyes wide open.
Without a word Talon set the plate of nachos down and walked calmly out towards Lance's room. After a moment's hesitation, the rest of the clan followed him. When they got to his room, they found Lance standing and facing Talon, who was trying to calm him down.
"...but you didn't have to run out on us like that. You know better, Lance!"
"Run out?" Lance asked, a sound of coldness in his voice. "Run out? I've been meaning to run out for months! Ever since you got started on that project of yours, I've been cast aside and used for comic relief!"
"But Lance, thats why you're with us! We need your humor to keep us from doing things we shouldn't!" Talon yelled back.
"Are you saying that I'm good at nothing, but making you lot laugh? Is that all I'm worth? I want to be better than that, Talon! I wanted to be a great writer, but I'm never asked for yours or anyone's help!"
Talon took a deep breath. "Lance, you're wrong. You've done some great work, and all of us love it. It's just.."
"It's just what, Talon? What changes your mind?" Lance hissed back.
"It's nothing! Now I want you to be your old self again and forget this nonsense about being trash! We want our old Lance back."
Lance stood silent for a few seconds, hands shaking with rage. "Go away."
Talon's hair stood on his neck. "What?"
"I said go away!" shouted Lance, shoving Talon out of the room and slamming the door behind him.
Everyone stood quiet for a few long minutes, unable to process any words to describe it. Talon sighed and started to walk away.
"Talon.." Nueva followed, placing her hand on his shoulder.
Talon turned his head over his shoulder, a look of sadness and hurt spread on his face. He said nothing as he continued on down the hall, and into his room and locking himself in.
No words were said as the rest of the clan filed back to their rooms.
::::The Next Morning::::
"Lance?" Lucia whispered at Lance's door, tapping on it. She heard no answer.
She jiggled the door knob, and found it to be unlocked. "I'm coming in." she said, and opened the door to his room.
::::Two Minutes Later::::
"JIKEI! JIKEI!" Lucia slammed her fist on Talon's door, the other one holding a sheet of written paper.
Talon opened the door with a look of concern. "What is it, Lucia?"
Lucia said nothing as she unfolded the letter in her hand. Talon took it from her hand and read aloud:
"Clan,
I feel no longer needed to remain here. It's apparent I'm just nothing more than a jester, a living thing to keep all of you entertained. I'm not saying I never enjoyed it, but I expected more from you as a writer, and not just your ten-minute break. I wanted to be a great author, and being treated only as a stand-up didn't make me any better. I will miss you all, and I love each and every one of you.
Don't look for me.
Lance."
"He's gone, Talon." Lucia whispered sadly.
Talon said nothing. He read the letter again, and again. Finally it sunk in.
His fist clenched the paper, crumbling it. It let it fall to the floor, and locked himself back in his room.
"Jikei..."
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Opening Theme: "The World I Know" by Collective Soul
Chapter One Song: "In Hiding" by Pearl Jam