Yeah, this is supposed to be about all of their lives so I'm using the end of this story to wrap up Pogue's issues I guess. Then the sequel will deal with Reid and Tyler, mainly Reid.
Also, someone asked if I'd killed Kate. No I didn't kill Kate. This story fits with the cannon of the movie it simply sees beyond that and into their lives. The person who died in chapter three was Pogue's sister. Who has no name. Now read the story and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly, and neither do I own the song Like You by Evanescence, much as I wish I owned any of the above. I am not making any money and I promise to put the guys back where I found them after even if they are a little bit damaged.
Stay low.
Soft, dark, and dreamless,
Far beneath my nightmares and loneliness.
I hate me,
For breathing without you.
I don't want to feel anymore for you.
Pogue strode along the corridors for a while before realising he had lost the nurse. He hadn't really wanted to catch her anyway. He didn't particularly want to talk to her. He didn't particularly want to talk to anyone. He felt a sudden need to be out under the sky. He felt trapped. Like he was waiting beside her bed again. Held there by chains of loyalty and love.
He wondered if this was how she had felt when they had carried her into the hospital for the last time. Had she known this would be the last time she would see the sky? Had she even seen it? Or had darkness clouded her vision. He hated her then, for leaving him when he still had so much love to give. He hated himself for not going with her. Not being brave enough to follow her into the darkness.
Grieving for you,
I'm not grieving for you.
Nothing real love can't undo,
And though I may have lost my way,
All paths lead straight to you.
He didn't know now. Didn't know how to get to her. She was gone but he could still feel her. It was like she was watching him. Like he had fallen asleep by her bedside and she had woken up first. She always seemed to love watching him, as if his life made her feel more alive. Maybe she was watching him from somewhere. Maybe she was waiting. Maybe he should join her. He would meet her again. Maybe. If she had gone somewhere. If she hadn't simply ceased to exist.
I long to be like you,
Lie cold in the ground like you.
He couldn't imagine her gone. Just gone. Her eyes dull and pale, clouded by darkness. Her sharp wit and imagination lost forever. He couldn't imagine her golden hair dulling. Covered by her grave. Hidden and rotting until nothing was left. Gone. Forever.
Blinding wall between us.
Melt away and leave us alone again.
The humming, haunted somewhere out there.
I believe our love can see us through in death.
He still saw her in his dreams. She could walk and they would play in the sunlight and talk lying in the grass. It all felt so real. Sometimes it was more real than the days he spent with the boys he considered his brothers. Sometimes he wondered why she had left him and even though he knew it was unfair he somehow couldn't help but blame her for going. He knew that she hadn't wanted to, knew they should have had years left to fight and play together. It was fate, not choice, which had ripped them apart.
I long to be like you,
Lie cold in the ground like you.
There's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you,
I'm coming for you.
One day they would be together. One day he would see her again. But until then was every reminder going to burn like this? Was it always going to drag across the raw hole in his heart every time someone mentioned her name? Every time he visited a hospital? Or the places she had liked to visit.
You're not alone,
No matter what they told you, you're not alone.
I'll be right beside you forevermore.
She had been so scared, the first time they brought her to the hospital. There had been new people and machines and needles. She had only been six at the time. His parents had left the room, telling her not to be a baby that she was a big girl and it was time she started to be brave. But he had stayed with her. He had held her hand when they put various needles in her arms and carried her out when she had fallen asleep. Struggling to hold her in his eight year old arms.
I long to be like you, sis,
Lie cold in the ground like you did.
There's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you.
He was the one who had held her when she cried. He was the one who had researched her condition. Learned to give her the various medicines. He had stayed home on weekends and come home early to look after her. To talk with her. To sit beside her and read to her. Anything so long as he could help her. Protect her. And in the end it hadn't mattered. He hadn't been able to do anything. She had died anyway. And he was left alone again.
And as we lay in silent bliss,
I know you remember me.
He remembered those evenings. After carrying her up the stairs to her bed her would read to her. She had always loved reading of any kind. They would lie together on her huge double bed as they made their way through histories and fictions together. Enjoying themselves immensely and hiding in a place where neither of them were sick or afraid.
I long to be like you,
Lie cold in the ground like you.
There's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you,
I'm coming for you.
One day they would be together again but for now he would wait. And deal with life as it came at him.
Ok, so that was just me wrapping up Pogue's issues, mainly just randomness. Let me know what you thought and I'll update as soon as I can be bothered.
I would also like to call for a round of virtual applause for Shadowmayne without whose constant reminders this chapter would have been much, much later.
Sammy
