I've had it planed for so long but have just been too busy (or lazy) to bother!
There's one more chapter to go and it's a long one! I have the majority written on paper now all I have to do is type it up... easier said than done!
I dedicate this to my very good friend cptn-jacks-bonnie-lass for giving me the kick up the ass I needed to get this finished. I have the feeling you guys aren't gonna like this chapter... but I promise the next one will be back to it's normal self. Don't flame they make me sad :(
Chapter 11
2 months later.
John was in the kitchen with his usual cigarette and whiskey.
The events of the past two months had got out of control, Faith was out of control.
She had began working with Balthazar and generally making John's life a living hell.
Whatever Balthazar was doing to her it sure as hell was working, she was doing crazy shit, threatening people, hurting them... Well and truly out of control.
Of course he couldn't lay a finger on Faith, she was human... Balthazar wasn't breaking any rules so he couldn't be deported.
All John could do was grin and bear it, easier said than done.
Chas had healed fine after the little 'incident' with his father, he was crashing at John's. They were pretty close now... best friends, which confused the stony exorcist but it was a GOOD thing so he let it go.
Everything was going fine completely fabulous but his cough only got worse, he was bringing up more and more blood until finally he couldn't take it anymore.
Cancer, the doctor had said.
Inoperable, untreatable, terminal.
TERMINAL.
That was the only word he needed to know.
"How long?" He had asked completely unexpected for her reply.
"A couple of months, John... I'm sorry"
Sorry? She had no idea what this meant for him.
He had a couple months left then he was going to hell.
He was going straight to Lucifer...
"Bloody fantastic..." John muttered taking a long drag of his cigarette.
Hey so he was dying of the things, might as well enjoy them while he had the chance right?
"Hey John." Chas said cheerfully walking into the apartment with a bag of groceries.
"They didn't have anymore whiskey so I bought water instead." He said grinning.
"Yeah right..." John said gulping down the remainder from his glass.
"You okay?" Chas asked putting down the bag to take a seat across from John.
He was smiling... He was HAPPY.
Geez I can't do this to him.
"It's nothing Chas. I'm fine"
"You don't look fine." Chas said doubtfully, genuine concern in his eyes.
"C'mon John you can tell me anything, you can trust me"
"I know I can Chas, it's just easier for both of us if you don't know"
"Hey! You can't decide that for me John! I can look after myself, I'm a big boy now. Just tell me what's going on okay"
"You really wanna know?" John asked taking a long drag of his fag.
"Yes"
"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you." John answered looking the boy in the eye. This was gonna tear his world apart.
"I have cancer. It's terminal." He said slowly, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
Silence.
He had expected some sort of reaction, anything but Chas didn't seem to notice he had spoke... Maybe he hadn't.
"Chas I have"
"I know what you said." Chas whispered.
But still his face remained neutral, no emotion revealed.
"Well now you know." He said reaching for his cigarettes.
He couldn't believe Chas was taking this so well.
Before Chas knew what he was doing he had reached out and snatched the cigarettes before John could reach them.
He stood up crushing the packet in his hand.
"How could you be so STUPID? How can you still smoke these things? You have CANCER you asshole!" Chas screamed throwing the crushed packet across the room.
His breathing had become deeper, faster, his whole body was shaking... Quickly he turned away.
John had cancer. He was going to die and Chas would be left alone... John was all he had now.
"Wow delayed reaction..." John said unsure how to react.
One second the kid was calm and then 'this'
"How can you be so cold John? You're gonna die." Chas said shakily, his voice breaking.
"Are you... Crying?" John asked.
He couldn't see the boys face but now he was looking Chas's shoulders were rising and falling ever so slightly as if he were sobbing.
Chas finally turned angry tears streaming down his pale face.
Those big brown eyes were glistening with pent up tears waiting to fall.
John felt his chest tighten, his throat began to burn and his eyes stung.
Oh no, no way John you are NOT gonna cry don't even think about losing it.
When was the last time he had cried? It was a long time ago... 20 odd years ago. It was before he had committed suicide at the age of 15.
"John..." Chas sobbed unable to hold his emotions any longer.
"I... I love you." He gasped shutting his eyes tightly causing more tears to slide down his blotchy face.
John's jaw dropped slightly, his eyes widened. Did Chas just say.
No, John don't be stupid, you're imagining things there's no way he said that, no way in hell.
"John?" Chas questioned opening his eyes when he didn't get a reply.
John couldn't even look at the boy, he shook his head refusing to believe what he had just heard.
He had imagined it. That was the only plausible explanation.
Chas let out a shaky sob. John hated him... he'd just made the biggest mistake of his life but John's eyes told him otherwise, there was something that was telling him to make a move.
Slowly Chas made his way towards the exorcist taking a deep breath.
"I love you, John." He said sinking to his knee's in front of John.
"No... Chas I'm old enough to be your father!" John responded.
Chas wasn't buying it he moved in to kiss him however John moved his head and instead the teen placed a ghostly kiss on the exorcist's cheek.
John didn't respond.
Chas had just kissed him.
Chas.
The fumbling teen he had been living with for the past two months.
After a second he turned back to face his young apprentice.
Those big brown eyes were still wet with tears... Tears shed over him.
There was something about him, something that made him lean forward... something drawing John towards those beautifully plump lips.
Their lips met, melting John in the process... He tasted of pure innocence, of the liquorice Chas was constantly eating. He was the complete opposite of Johns, smoky, alcoholic flavour.
Dipping his head he deepened the kiss using his tongue to ask for access, which was quickly granted.
"I love you." John said pulling back his eyes wide, his lips swollen.
It was the first time he had ever said those words to anyone.
The first time he had ever felt the feeling he now felt.
The first time he had allowed anyone in and somehow he felt like everything would be okay.
AN: I'm sure a lot of you are going "WTF! Where the hell did the Chastine come from"
To tell you the truth I really don't know! When I started this fic I never intended it to turn out the way it has.
I hinted on Chastine A LOT throughout this fic so I don't think it's all that unexpected but out of the blue all the same! In order to make the ending seem more believable it just had to happen, it makes more sense this way.
For all you non-Chastine ppl out there PLEASE read the next chapter coz there is absolutely NO Chastine in it whatsoever.