sorry, I'd completely forgotten about this fic, its almost finished, I reckon another chapter or two should do it! Enjoy
Friday came about all too quickly for both Connie and Guy. Connie had been severely depressed knowing that this was the day she had to say a final goodbye to Guy and Guy knowing it was the day he had to say goodbye to Guy Germaine and hello to Jack Phillips.
As Guy entered the grounds it was surreal to see that people had actually turned out for his funeral. People who would never give him the time of day when he was alive had shown up.
He tried to keep his anger in check when he saw Charlie hovering around Connie like a dog dancing on its hind legs begging for a treat.
Fuck you Charlie Guy thought bitterly as he kept a low profile by standing towards the back of the crowd.
"Smoke?" someone asked him. Guy tried to stifle the gasp when he saw it was Fulton.
It's a test of your new identity Kev's voice rang clear in Guy's head.
"Thanks" Guy accepted one from the pack and pulled a lighter from his pocket. Smoking was a nasty habit he'd taken up during his stint in prison.
"So how'd you know Guy?" Fulton asked inhaling sharply.
Guy briefly wondered when Fulton had taken up smoking but realised there was a lot about the Bash Brothers he didn't know.
"Old family friend" Guy lied.
"Shame ain't it? I know people weren't too sweet on Guy before he died but he was a cool guy, even if he did do some fucked up shit, could've happened to any of us really" Fulton was lost in a train of thought.
"Yeah he was cool" Guy now realised that he had at least one more friend than he thought he did last week.
"Fulton come on, they're gonna start" Julie waved to Fulton for him to join the flock of Ducks.
Guy couldn't believe they'd all turned out for it. Even Coach Bombay and Coach Orion were there.
Fulton left him standing there alone again. He hadn't even realised that he was talking to the 'dead' so to speak. Kev's plan was working perfectly.
Now only to get Connie alone for five seconds without Charlie hanging around like a bad smell Guy thought scowling at the back of Charlie's head as he reached an arm across Connie's shoulders.
Guy couldn't help but smile when Connie shrugged him off giving him a cold look. That's my girl he thought happily.
He didn't stay for the entire ceremony. The sight of Connie crying inconsolably over him was too much to bear. All his senses were telling him to get out of there before he did something stupid.
On his way out he heard about some gathering at the Moreau house afterwards to 'help poor Constance come to her senses'. What a load of hypocritical old bags! But an idea came to him. He would hide out in Connie's bedroom until she came home.
He didn't worry too much about being recognised. He'd just had a conversation with Fulton, one of his old close friends and teammate and he hadn't even made the connection.
He approached the Moreau house with a little caution. He couldn't become too careless after all, then he'd blow the entire charade and Kevin would be mighty pissed at him if that happened.
He went by unnoticed except for Fulton who'd recognised him from the funeral and gave him a nod. Guy nodded back acknowledging Fulton's gesture and quickly scanned the room for Connie.
He caught sight of her legs disappearing up the staircase and he knew she was headed for her room. The only sanctuary she had in the house.
So much for getting there before she did Guy thought trying to think up a way to get her to let him in.
He approached the door and knocked gently.
"Who is it?" Connie called.
Aw shit, what was he gonna say?
"My name's Jack Phillips, I'm a relative of Guy's. I have something for you" Guy said feeling proud he was able to come up with that rather quickly.
The door opened a crack and Connie glanced at the stranger on the other side of the door. Except, this was no stranger. Connie Moreau recognised Guy Germaine the second she laid eyes on him.
"Get in here!" she hissed dragging him into the room and shut the door. She then placed her desk chair under the handle so no one could get in.
"Guy?" she whispered with fresh tears in her eyes.
It broke his heart to see her like that and knowing he was the one who'd caused all of this pain. It was worse than the time she'd found out he'd attacked her sister.
"Yeah babe its me" he said feeling stupid.
CRACK! She slapped him across the face.
"You fucking asshole. You make me believe you're dead and then you come to your own damn funeral? What kind of sick bastard are you?" she had enough sense to keep her voice down.
"I'm sorry Cons I had to. I had to make everyone, including you, well especially you, think I had died in the riot. I knew the cops would be watching you in case I showed up, especially since there were no remains" he explained.
"Why are you here? Should you be well on your way to a new life?" she asked fixing him with a steely glare, a watery one at that but it was still the glare that let him know she was extremely pissed off.
"I can't start a new life without you Cons, you know that. I saw the opportunity to get out of prison and I took it, I need you baby" he said reaching out for her hand.
"How are we supposed to be together Guy? I'm alive and you're not supposed to be? What if I accidentally call you by Guy and someone hears it? I just can't risk losing you again" she broke down.
Guy moved towards her and gathered her in her arms.
"Come with me Connie" he whispered.
The sniffling abruptly stopped.
"What?" she asked, almost afraid that he never asked her in the first place.
"Come with me, we can start a new life together, away from Minnesota and all the bad things that have happened" Guy suggested.
"But how?" Connie asked. She was thinking that she could never be with him as Connie Moreau, it was draw too much attention.
"I dunno hun" Guy was fresh out of ideas.
"I do" Connie said sadly.
"You do?" Guy asked.
"Connie Moreau has to die. I have to do what you did" she says.
Guy let out the breath he hadn't realised he was holding since the words Connie Moreau has to die came from her lips.
"We have to leave the Ducks behind forever Guy. It has to be you and me from now on" she said walking over to her desk. She proceeded to pull out her special notepad, the one with the blue and purple butterflies on it.
"What are you doing?" Guy asked.
"Writing a suicide note" Connie replied simply.
"Baby are you okay with this, it means you have to give up your family as well" Guy wanted to ensure she was okay with it.
Connie turned to face him "I know babe, all I want is to be with you, no matter what it takes" she replied her face softening a little.
"Okay, then we'd better plan this thing out" Guy replied feeling a little weird that they were plotting to 'kill Connie Moreau' so to speak.
An hour and a half later their plan was complete.
In less than two days, Constance Elizabeth Moreau would be dead forever.