A/N: I looked at the actual lyrics from the Coldplay site and the ones that Kasta gave me were somewhat wrong. I don't want to go back and switch 'em out on the first chapter, so just know that these are very close to being exact, but a few are off. Most are alright, but a few are wrong. For real lyrics that are 100% accurate, I suggest Coldplay's real website.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Song is by Coldplay and characters are owned by MOA.
Cemeteries of London
At night they would go walking
'til the breaking of the day,
The morning is for sleeping
Kenny clutched Ben's hand, wiping streaming tears away from his glittering electric green eyes. He felt his chest wanting to cave in under the masses of the pain that kept hitting him as the realization set in every waking second of his life. He buried his face in his father's shirt, unable to bear the sight that he beheld.
Through the dark streets they go searching
To seek God in their own way,
Ben put a hand on his son's back as the small boy cried helplessly. He had been traumatized by a lot of things. He had seen more things than most kids his age had. He was about eleven at that time. Ben just let out a long sigh and wished he had done better. He had so many hopes for his son and his adopted son.
Save the nighttime for your weeping
Your weeping
Kenny tucked himself into his father willingly. His body was enveloped in racking sobs that made him shake and quiver, not just from the cold wind that was whirling through the empty air of the cemetery's bare branched trees or the stray clouds as black as night that floated over head. Real pain had seized him and dragged him into his misery. He had lost too much to ever be able to love again without fearing the loss.
He had been the one to find the body.
Singing la lalalala la la
And the night over London rang.
It had been a little over a week ago when Kenny had walked into his bedroom to see Devlin hanging from the bunk bed, a rope around his neck and his sapphire eyes empty. They usually twinkled with something: mischief, charm, light, anything. But when Ken saw his ocean blue orbs empty, he just knew. He just knew his best friend and brother was far-gone, his soul floating off somewhere to the freedom he always spoke of.
So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts strain
For their curses to be broken
Ken had hardly had a moment of respite since. He had spent the first few minutes crying over his lost friend before paging his father using his Omnitrix to tell him that Devlin was dead. And he had been crying ever since.
Seeing the headstone made it harder for Ken to take in the truth. He didn't want Devlin to be dead. He didn't want to lose anyone else. He had lost his Aunt Gwendolyn and his Uncle Kevin. Then his best friend and cousin and adopted brother… The small brunette boy just hugged his father, praying that he wouldn't lose him too. He couldn't lose Ben. His dad was all he had left anymore.
We'd go underneath the arches where the witches are in there saying
There are ghost towns in the ocean
Tears streamed down his cheeks. Trails stained his skin and his electric jade eyes were always watering. He hadn't slept for the longest time. He didn't want to see anyone else leave him. He was afraid that if he closed his eyes for even a second, his father or his grandfather would be gone in the blink of an eye. Kenny would rather die himself than see someone else leave him. He didn't want to let anyone else die. He wouldn't.
The ocean
Singing la lalalala la la
Ben looked down at the newly made headstone that was glistening with fallen rain beside the two others. He looked to his best friend's stone. Then to his cousin's. Then to his adopted son's. Small tears made his jade orbs glitter, but he wouldn't let any of those tears fall. He had to be strong for Kenny, just as he had been for Devlin. Just as he had been strong all those years as a child.
The hero felt his chest tighten with the pain as his stomach knotted up. It had just sunk in what Devlin had meant. "I'll see you soon." Those had been his exact words. "I'll tell them that you love them." Horror made Ben's head spin. Devlin had been planning it all along. He had known that he would join his parents. He had loved them too deeply to let death pull them apart. The small Levin boy was always going to be with them, no matter what the pain and no matter what it took.
And the night over London rang.
Kenny dropped to his friend's grave, leaving his father's side for a few moments. He took a deep breath and cried, hugging the stone that read off his brother's name, just making him see that Devlin really was dead and that he really wasn't coming back.
God is in the houses and
God is in my head and all the cemeteries in London
In his dark silence, Ben watched as Kenny dug a tiny hole right at the base of the gravestone and dropped in something sparkling gold. He recognized it and felt a sob choke him. He looked away, still praying that he wouldn't cry. He didn't want to cry. He couldn't stand crying anymore. He already had to put Ken down every night since he would never stop crying. He hated crying, but he knew he would anyways. Tears streamed down his cheeks and raced down his skin, leaving sparkling trails.
Delicately, Ken covered up the locket with the dirt he had dug out only moments ago. A few of his spilled tears dripped on the ground as he once more hugged Devlin's headstone. He had lost his best friend. But not forever, one day in the future, he'd see Devlin again, on the other side.
I see God come in my garden,
But I don't know what he said,
For my heart, it wasn't open
"Let's go," said Ben quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace of the Levins. This was their new home. He had to accept it. "Come on, Kenny." He carefully reached down to take his son's hand and help him up.
Ken turned and put his small hand into his father's, the two Tennysons closer than ever. They had survived the trauma of seeing their friends and family die right before their very eyes. They were the survivors. And neither brunette was proud to admit the survival of such traumas. They just wanted their family back.
Not open
Silence followed the two as they left the empty cemetery. The family of Gwendolyn, Kevin, and Devlin remained in the ground, lost forever on the world, heroes all wasted too young.
Singing la lalalala la la
and the night over London rang.
Ben and Ken headed out, not a word passing between the two. The father drank in a long sigh and wiped the tears from his face, not wanting anyone to see him having been crying. Not out of shame, but out or respect for his dead teammates and their son. Kevin always hated people crying. Gwen just would've told him he'd be alright and that a smoothie would make it all better. And Devlin never cried. To honor the fallen family, Ben held back his own emotions, stifling them under a mist of strong-willed determination.
He cast one look back over his shoulder, knowing he wouldn't visit them for a while. He read over the words on each headstone once more, taking in each word as it sank in that they were all truly dead.
Singing la lalalala la la
"Gwendolyn Tennyson,
Forever Mother
Forever Wife
Forever Young
Forever Anodite"
"Kevin Ethan Levin-
Friend, Lover, Hero"
"Devlin Levin
Eternally Loyal"
There's no light over London today
A/N: Finished. Leave a review.
~Sky